AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a "fan boy" continuation of the Twilight Series. I dont claim ANY of Stephanie Meyer's characters, but I've added a few of mine, and some friend's, own characters to branch this story off into something else. I hope you can look past the whole "Twilight"-crazed aspect and appreciate the writings me and my friends have put in. The chapters are fairly short, due to lack of great detail. (or laziness) Though I hope you enjoy! Reviews would be appreciated.
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I've been getting reviews about how my story has "flaws" or loopholes and whatnot. First off, I like my style of writing. I dont like to section out these chapters into thicker chapters. I like how my chapters are consisted of Chapter 1 to -something- on FanFic. My writing style is my own. Please respect that, and my sore attempt to "unique-ness". Secondly, the way Dominique is portrayed is credit to my friend, who came up with A LOT of logic to how he is the way he is. Steph Meyer did not give out any specifics on a how a vampire either regenerates or gets that body part back, whatever. Dominique lost his arm LONG before he was changed. It was lost. Gone. The Vampire Venom did NOT create him a whole new arm, it is believed the Venom only heals up the body, not creates new parts. So if he had no arm to begin with, no arm could be restored in the change. Sorry. Thirdly, the werewolves in here are described how I see them to be. Do not like?--Sorry. I cannot please all readers. But please try to appreciate my attempt in creating a nice lovely story after the series. There IS a second book going to be type in the near future. It will answer MORE questions for you. Especially Jake and Nessie. And still unknown on Renee--But she is getting old, and sometimes, people DO have to die. Again...Sorry.
-KyraLiaDuskryn
Chapter One – Lizzy
Seventeen Years Later.
I couldn't believe it. I slammed my fists onto my marble top desk that sat in the corner of my bedroom. The pain had surged through my hand immediately, as my anger flushed in my body. I drained out my father, Phil Dwyer's, voice from my mind as I took in his words. At first I thought it was some sick joke he was playing on me. It's not like he doesn't do it all the time. But that was beside the point. It was irrelevant by now that he could possibly do this to me.
How could she not have told me? I continued to scold my sickly mother in my mind; though I couldn't fully blame her. There's no way I could put all this on her.
For seventeen years, I didn't even know my mother, Renee, had a previous husband. Not that it surprised me in this day and age where divorce is like a required act in your life. You have to marry at least once or twice, but a divorce is a must. So my mother and her previous husband was one of the many acceptations of a divorce. Possibly hooked up too early in their lives and some sort of accident happened to the point where things just didn't 'work out.' No surprise.
Besides the news of my mother's previous marriage, not that this particular information bothered me any, but the fact that I have a sister is something that caught me a little off-guard. The fact that I wasn't even informed of having said sister. Let's not forget that supposedly, according to Renee's previous husband, Charlie, my half sister has been missing since before I was born.
Renee never got the details into the whole situation. I guess she took it in and took it pretty hard. The doctors told me once that she had been suffering depression all these years, which explains a lot of what's been wrong with her. I just thought she was some crazy mom who never let me out of the house.
Now why couldn't I have seen this sooner? No wonder why she looks at me that way. I started at my face in my mirror on the wall. Memorizing the features I've carried all my life. My long sappy brown hair, that draped halfway down my back and always looked slightly messy, though it was as flat as a board; those blue hues that enhanced my plastered white face. My skin was an embarrassment to the constant sunshine I lived under the state of Florida. I let out a sigh as I slumped in my seat at my reflection.
Does Renee see her inside me? I found that hard to believe since we didn't share the same father. My features were more curved at built for an athlete, like Phil, though I never participated in a sport my entire life. But Renee was a twig that was always wrinkled away. I always used to get asked why my parents looked older than everyone else's. I guess thinking they were 'old fashion' didn't even hit close to home at this point now.
Renee is in the hospital for the seventh time this month. Phil had stopped by the house to drop off some money for me to grab something to eat, and I guess the news that I have a sister. Thanks dad.
According to Phil, the medication isn't even working on Renee anymore. Her sunshine body has become so frail and weak over the years, it's hard to believe she can even function anymore. I guess Renee always knew how to worry.
Phil works as a baseball coach for my high school. Embarrassing right? Actually I learned to just tune him out as I hear him thoughout the halls of the school. He always talks about what a great baseball player he used to be for the Jacksonville Suns, and hoped his boys in the school make it there. Though I was never really interested in baseball.
Since Renee was always sick, she never really had a job. I'm not even sure she had one before I was born too. She was so free spirited that whenever she had those rare days when she was 'better' she would be out doing charity things for Phil's baseball teams.
As for me, I was always locked in this house, not doing anything. Aside from sitting on the couch watching tv or reading old British novels of Shakespear, I'd literally be doing nothing. Not even going out of the house every so often. I guess I could understand why, after hearing that my sister went up and disappeared one day in Forks, Washington. Supposedly Charlie was the last person to see her. But he says he can't really say what happened.
I guess now I can't really look at him as "Uncle" Charlie now. Not sure why Renee had me think of him as one. Then again, I didn't have much in the way of 'family' around here. So let's make our ex-husband the "Uncle" of our newest daughter! Why not? Sure gives a good rub in his face.
I decided since Phil was busy getting the team ready for baseball season to start, and Renee being in the hospital; I needed to get out of this house, which would be hard since I've never been out of it very much. But I told Renee and Phil that I wanted to see Charlie and get a feel for a life outside of sunny Jacksonville; which was only half true. I just wanted out of the damn house. And to find out what happened to my sister. That would be some nice information.
I had my bags packed and ready, before Phil could tell me 'no.' Besides, that birthday money he gave me is really useful on my airplane ticket right about now. And a few extra dollars to get settled into Forks. Hopefully not for too long. But Phil keeps coming into my room every five minutes saying Charlie keeps calling. He doesn't want me coming to Forks. Not sure why, other than my sister got lost in that place. Doesn't mean I'm going to be as well. But I shrugged and told Phil to tell Charlie I was already heading to the airport.
There was silence the entire drive to the airport. Not that it was a long drive to it anyway, but it did cause some sort of stress on my shoulders. Renee was still in the hospital getting scans on her respiratory system. That was something neither Phil nor I wanted to talk about. Then I thought about Charlie who insisted on me not coming to Forks. Why did he want so badly for me not to come? What was it, besides the obvious reason, that I couldn't come to Forks that made it so important for him to call not only Phil's cell phone, but mine all the way to the air plane and – whoops. I had to put my phone on silent. Darn.
As promised, Charlie had picked me up, after my ridiculous flight clear across the nation. I've never sat still for so long in my entire life. My legs were screaming to move. Just run a little. My eyes hurt from sleeping on the plane. And my ears continued to pop, adjusting to the altitude of Port Angeles' green hilly lands. No sun. Just rain and the luscious green that splashed everywhere you looked.
Charlie was in his uniform. Though I could have sworn he was old enough to retire by now. What was he, fifty five? And he brought the patrol car, which wasn't embarrassing at all. I tossed my only bag I had brought with me in the back seat of the car and slid in the passenger side. The leather rubbed against my clothes wrong, making me feel even more uncomfortable than the claustrophobic flight. Sitting in this car made me feel like some sort of victim in a crime. And maybe I am. Maybe my life was mistakenly given to me as if I needed this load of weird crap, along with boring on the side.
We reached the little town of Forks. Though I'm pretty sure if you blinked twice, you would miss it; because I only blinked once after seeing the "Welcome to Forks" sign and we were already at Charlie's. It was a two story, rotting-looking house that had red 953 Chevrolet Pickup Truck that sat near the back yard of the lawn. It looked untouched, and almost too old to run.
After climbing the ever-so-high stairs up to a floor of only two bedrooms and one bathroom, Charlie stood at the door of what I assumed to be where I was staying. He seemed skeptical about placing me in this particular room of the house. It still had old decorations of its previous resident. It gave off a sort of eerie chill.
Charlie gave me a nod and slipped out of the room without saying another word. He hadn't spoken to me since I got off the plane. And it wasn't so much of a "Hi" than a "You asked for it."
I took a look around the room. It was nothing like my room, but it had its cute potentials to it. I walked over to the desk where an older model laptop lay there. I sat in the desk chair and started up the old machine. My fingers drummed on the wood top of the desk. I ran a few fingers along the worn out grooves. I had planned on looking up Fork's High School, in which Charlie had immediately enrolled me in, to check the campus out. It's the start of second semester already. Great. I leaned back in the chair and stared at the computer screen.
Elizabeth Renee Dwyer, what are you doing here? What makes you think you can find your sister yourself? I shrugged at the thought of my whimpy self prancing around this wet green land suddenly coming across a face I had never seen, let alone heard of.
"I just need to get away," I keep telling myself, as if that's supposed to calm my nerves and help me sleep at night. I just needed to suck it up and deal with life here for a while. Too bad it rains here all the time. I would be nice to see some Florida sunshine.
Charlie is talking downstairs. I could vaguely hear him from all the way up here. I drew myself away from the laptop and crept down the stairs to see who he was talking to. I heard no other voice so I assumed he was on the phone. He hung up the phone and turned around the corner before I could react. His brown eyes hung onto me as he stood at the bottom of the staircase; just staring at me. It was kind of awkward since Charlie doesn't seem to talk much.
"Lizz…" He mumbled. "Um, we're going to be having some company over soon. Just so you know."
I nodded. "Okay. Should I-uh…Should I stay upstairs? Or-"
"No-no." He shook his head abruptly. "You can meet them. You should anyway; since you want to be here for a while, ya know?" His hand moved to the back of his head and scratched. "Billy is an old friend of mine, and he's bringing one of the boys from the Reservation up North."
He paused and shifted awkwardly. Charlie really isn't good with this communication thing is he? "So I'm going to be in the living room watching the game. Feel free to do whatever you want, Bells." He froze at his last word and shook it off. "Lizzy." He muttered and walked away.
My chest began to ache at the odd feeling of being my sister's black shadow. Man my life sucks.
Chapter Two – Dez
Patrol.
I'm exhausted. Every bone and muscle in my body was sore and aching. I still felt my heart pounding in my chest. My ribs burned as they rose and fell on every breath I took. Even though I was sleeping, even though I was away from my animal form; I still felt the grounded pounding under my feet., the sounds of every bit of nature around me, the scent of every living thing fueling my nostrils. And I could go every day for the rest of my life, on patrol, guarding the boarder of my friends and family.
As peaceful as I thought I was, I was rudely awaken.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Hrmmph…" Was the only reply I could muster up in response to the knock on my door.
"Dez, Billy is trying to get a hold of you…" I could hear Leah's muffled voice from behind the door. I managed to roll over and glimpse with a half-open eye at my digital clock. The piercing red letters read 1:32 PM. I rolled back over and groaned. The persistent knock continued.
"DEZ!" I let out a feral growl and pelted a pillow at the door.
"They invented cordless phones for a reason Leah!" I snapped at her.
"Don't get smart with me!" The door swung open and a cordless phone was pitched at my head.
"OW!" I glared at her, feeling my face get red. The knot in my head quickly subsided, before it actually formed. Lucky me for fast recovery. Leah let out a short laugh and slammed the door before I could throw anything back at her. I pulled out a few swear words before holding the phone to my ear. "Billy…It's SO EARLY!" I whimpered.
"Dez, it's the AFTERNOON!" His ancient voice howled at me over the phone. If the old man knew what I had to go through on a nightly basis, he could understand my horrible sleeping schedule. "Look, I would ask anyone else but Jacob left his kids here. I need Seth and Leah to watch them, which means YOU need to take me to Charlie's." I groaned a little, feeling what little light peered through my window sting my eyes.
"Pick me up at from my house in ten minutes or Ill have Seth double your shift." I rolled my eyes, feeling relieved he couldn't see me.
"Jake controls my shifts, Billy." I remarked.
"Don't get smart with me boy, Ill have you working all week long without a rest." That would be sweet if I didn't have to sleep sometime. "Now hurry up!" Billy snapped before I could answer and hung up the phone.
I lazily got out of bed and slipped on a plain white T. It carried smudges of dirt and grass from a few weeks back. Leah hadn't gotten around to doing my laundry. But if I dared ask her now, I'm afraid she would tear some of my clothes or put holes in them.
I scooted into my tiny yellow-rusted Volkswagen and turned on the engine. I revved out of the driveway which kicked up some dirt to the house that I'm sure Leah was going to kill me for when I got back.
I arrived at Billy's as scheduled. I helped wheel him to the car and placed him in the passenger seat. Billy didn't have much to say to me other than Charlie had someone living with him now. I was told that she needed to be guided down the right path and protected; which didn't make sense. My job was already to protect my friends and family in La Push. What difference would it make if I watched over one more person?
We finally reached Charlie's and I helped Billy out of the car. I wheeled him up the steps and knocked on the door. Charlie had opened it to greet us.
"Hey Billy, glad you could make it. You just made it during halftime." Ah, I should have known this was about a football game. It's always about a football game. I kind of thought Billy had tricked me into coming here, until I saw around a corner, a small face peering shyly.
The first thing that caught me about her was her blue eyes. Behind that long brown hair, framed eyes as blue as the sky, if I've ever seen the sky so blue. Her face looked so slim with flawless white skin, and lips that smoothed perfectly on her skin. She had very few curves, except for her fairly large chest. But I didn't want to be rude and stare at her female parts all day long. I blinked at smiled at her.
"Hey."
Charlie looked behind to see who I was talking to until he saw Lizzy. He gestured her to come closer. "Uhh, Billy, Dez, this is Lizzy. Lizzy, this is Billy Black and one of his boys from the Reservation…" This was my cue to introduce myself.
"Uhh, I'm Dez. Dez Hunter." I flashed another smile, and she returned one back followed with a shake of my hand.
"Lizzy Dwyer." She muttered.
Not another second later, Charlie and Billy had walked off into the living room. They apparently didn't waste any time. Not like it matter, it was always some team that won that no one liked. I shook my head and looked back at Lizzy. She looked shy again. She turned on her heel and walked to the kitchen table, and I followed shortly behind.
"Do they do this all the time?" She asked. Her voice sounded so sweet, and mellow.
I shrugged. "I guess. Though I try not to become too familiar with their customs." I said as I took a seat across from her at the table. "Sports aren't really my thing. I'm more of an outdoorsy, hiking, type. I guess that's all there really is to do down in La Push, y'know. Besides getting rained on…Which is always a real treat."
I noticed I was rambling and quickly shut my mouth. In came the awkward silence. My hazel eyes dropped to my hands, which her absent-mindedly playing with the tablecloth that Charlie had placed in a feeble attempt to decorate.
"So….what brings you to Washington?" I asked in somewhat of a desperate attempt for a conversation. Though before she could answer, she looked like she was struggling for words. She let out a sigh and shrugged.
"It's complicated." She paused for a moment. "I guess I wanted to get out of my comfort zone." That sounded like a feeble lie that every kid tells their parent when they are bored with their own home. Which was sad because I had the same excuse for mine before they died. I looked up to see her that same look on her face like she wanted to say something. She caught my gazed and quickly glanced down.
"Have you ever wondered if your life was supposed to be filled with these weird little things that just don't make sense?" I'm not sure where she was coming from, but I was sure as hell in that same boat with her. Before I could really muster up an answer, she shook her head. "Never mind."
Another minute of awkward silence rolled by, she had gotten up to grab a glass of water and took a sip and sat back down.
"How old are you?"
I pondered on that question a bit, unsure about how to answer that. I looked up at her, and something about her made me feel drawn to her. I almost wanted to pour out every information about me to her, though I couldn't understand why. Every inch of my body wanted to leap onto her and claim her as my territory. But I held in my place, and kept my composure. I went back to rethinking how old I was supposed to be now. I had aged so much so soon I couldn't really tell apart the years from my actual features.
"Uhhh, nineteen." I coughed, trying to keep my composure. "And you?"
"I'm seventeen." She didn't skip a beat. She seemed to have gotten comfortable with my presence, as I have for her strangely enough. And not a moment too soon, Charlie and Billy cheered for the completion of another 'wonderful game.' I laughed a little and shook my head.
"So Dez…" The way she said my name gave me soothing chills. "What do you do in La Push?" Before I could really answer her, Billy had rolled over to the table and grinned. He glanced at both me and Lizzy, like he was happy to see us talking. Creepy old man.
"Gotta go, son. Lizzy here has school tomorrow anyway. See ya around Liz."
"Uh huh…you too." She waved slightly and glanced up at meet. "Nice to meet you Dez."
"Pleasure meeting you, Lizzy." I flashed one last smile at her before heading out the door.
The entire drive back, I tuned out Billy's rant about the game, as I recalled my short encounter with Lizzy. That beautiful face just kept haunting me like a drug. Her smile was so beautiful, and her flowery sunshine scent was breathtaking. I almost wanted to turn the car around and go back and just…hold her!
What was wrong with me? I don't even look at girls like Leah like that. Ew. Leah. She is like a sister to me. A very bitchy one. I shook my head and continued to stare at the road. My eyes felt heavy as I saw the sky darken ad purple-blue. I had another shift to go tonight. Which means not much sleep tomorrow. Oh well.
I still couldn't get that gorgeous face out of my head.
Chapter Three – Lizzy
First Bell.
School. Already, I'm thinking 'is it over yet?' Granted, I shouldn't complain. I have a shortened schedule, I get out after lunch. Though, my Latin class rolled by pretty fast. I hardly got a chance to realize where we were at. I'm assuming this school is behind in teaching because I already knew my English Literature last period; something about the Anglo-Saxon era or some other British legends and lore. I stopped paying much attention. I had my nose stuck in the paper that had a list of my classes and a map to the quickest route to each room.
Of course, if I hadn't kept my nose out of my stupid paper, I would have seen this kid I ran into. Easily, my entire tiny self was plummeted to the ground, completely knocking out my small handful of books and my stupid paper I just had to have in my face.
I looked up to see my knocker. He had short brown hair and sharp brown eyes. He looked serious business, but still had that friendly look to him. His body was slightly built like he was a professional body builder, but still held a slim figure that easily wasn't mistaken for a football player. He looked slightly oriental, maybe a karate man of sorts. Too bad Jackie Chan couldn't maneuver around me fast enough.
I shook my head a little, feeling slightly dizzy from the knockdown. He held his down out to help me up.
"Aw man, I'm sorry. I didn't see- Hey you're that new girl!" He smiled at me, helping me up quickly. Already I felt shy by being known. He must have seen my expression because his quickly died. "Oh look, I'm sorry. I'm Zain Matthews. I'm in grade 11." He held his hand out and I shook it nervously.
"Lizzy Dwyer." I mumbled.
"So hey, you on your way to lunch now?" I glanced down at my schedule to see what was next. Lunch. I nodded at him. "Cool. Um. Do you wanna join me for lunch?" I kinda felt awkward having a guy I just met ask me to 'join him' for lunch. But I couldn't really refuse since I had no place to sit at lunch. And I didn't want to look like the loser new girl.
I followed Zain to the cafeteria and grabbed a bowl of salad and a couple of cups of fruit before sitting down next to him. A girl joined us a few minutes later.
She had red hair and freckles that decorated her skin. Her green eyes shined at me and she smiled leaning over Zain to shake my hand. "Hi, I'm Abby Jones." I nodded and introduced myself.
For the entire lunch hour they talked about some military training. I guess they've known each other for years now. If I'm not mistaken…I think they are friends. They didn't act like normal couples. But Abby kept on looking at Zain and striving for his attention. Apparently that didn't work too well, because his attention was still on me.
"So, Lizzy, where are you from?" He grinned at me.
"Jacksonville." They gave me a look that told me they didn't quite understand what I meant. "Florida." I corrected myself.
"Why on earth did you move to Forks?" Zain let out a laugh. I bit down my bottom lip, speechless at his question. Of course I should have been prepared for it to pop up sometime soon. But I didn't really know to be honest.
"Why do you have such a short schedule?" Abby had asked.
I shrugged. Usually shortened schedules, for me, meant I could have a job while the rest of the kids were still using their last three hours in school. At least I had the upper hand in working longer hours and still getting homework done without staying up until midnight or later.
Before I could answer her, the bell had ringed. I slid off the table and threw my lunch away. School had officially ended for me. I glanced back and gave Abby and Zain a wave, and ran out the doors. I wanted out as soon as possible.
I noticed Zain was following me, as I was heading outside the school. He stepped in front of me and stopped, forcing me to as well.
"Hey, I was wondering if you weren't doing anything after school…we could hang out?" He scratched his head, feeling nervous. "I mean, you are new. Maybe I can show you around? Do you have a car?"
I stumbled, trying to find the right words. "Um, actually I have someone who is picking me up. My Uncle, Chief Swan. He says we have plans tonight anyway, so…sorry." I lied. But I didn't really feel like doing anything on my first day. I shrugged and walked past him, without another word.
I ran out to the parking lot, waiting for Charlie to pick me up, but he wasn't there. I pulled my gray hoodie over my head as my eyes darted around the wet parking lot. I hate the rain so much. I was about to head back inside and call Charlie, until I heard a noise in the distance.
A red Ferrari revved out of the parking lot and rounded the corner. The windows were all black and tinted, I couldn't see the driver. Funny. That car wasn't there earlier.
On the other side of the parking lot, there were three boys. They were arguing so loud that I could hear them from all the way where I stood. I hadn't seen those boys around the school yet, but maybe I wasn't paying any attention. I shifted uncomfortably as the wind kicked some of the light rain in my face.
I wondered what was taking Charlie so long then I remembered that Charlie left a note this morning saying he wouldn't be home until around seven. I ran into the main office to call up Charlie from the school's phone. He gave me Billy's number for me to call him for a ride. Billy said he'd send someone over there in ten minutes.
I went back outside to wait, tossing my small bag aside and sat alongside the curb. The rain wasn't bothering me much now. I felt kind of nauseated at the fact that I betrayed my Florida sun for Washington's rainclouds. Stupid green lands were starting to rub onto me a little too much.
Those three boys were still on the other side of the parking lot. Only this time, instead of arguing, they were now looking at me. I kept trying to ignore them, in finding something to pretend to be doing, but I remembered I was not given any assignments to work on yet since I was new to the school.
Damn.
Chapter Four – Valcren
Greetings.
That same girl has been out here twice already. Of course I noticed such a thing, while Dominique and Vulken have stood here arguing. Her blood could be smelt from all the way over here. God, she smells so good. Her scent makes every inch of my body go stiff. I could just imagine her warm syrup blood flow down my throat, igniting my empty veins like liquid fire; that sweet luxurious taste of honeysuckle taste of a sun shining beautiful girl such as her.
I could see her pale skin glisten from all the way over here. Skin that is perfectly warmed by the sun, giving those veins a colorful taste. Such a fragile layer holding in the key to sustaining life for a beast like me.
I remembered my first taste of blood all those four hundred and twenty seven years ago. I was merely a twenty year old…man; along with my brother Vulken. The most I can recall is that we lived in some parts of the Netherlands. Vulken and I lost our parents when we were just kids, so we always fostered in different homes all over Europe. But our last foster home was when our lives had really changed.
At that time, we were transported to Italy. A family called the Volturi had taken us in and made us their 'slaves'. Come to find out they were fairly odd group of people. As a matter of fact they weren't people per say.
Vulken was the first to fall under their spell. He wasn't the brightest one anyway. But as I watched his flesh being attacked by teeth from the fiends, I stood in horror as my mistress held me in place. I couldn't move in fear I was to be brought down just as easily as a sick dog.
It wasn't a minute or so longer until it was my turn. And the burning of bites throughout my skin had me believing I had walked into hell. I couldn't figure out where I was for nearly three or four days. I awoke with a raw thirst in my throat; the strange hunger that nearly ate me alive.
All my mistresses and lords were around me, laughing in amusement like I was some pet. They placed in front of me a boy, no older than the age of seven or so. And from then on, I couldn't control myself.
The memory always gave me a pleasuring haunt. No matter how badly I felt deep inside for what I've done all these years, it has never stopped my dark hunger for their blood.
This girl, smelt so incredibly delicious. I looked to my two companions, Dominique, who looked as a noble mad, with a slight defect on his right side—a missing arm; Vulken, my pathetic excuse for a brother. Dominique looked as hungry as I wanted to be. His eyes dark as coal, but I could see he was holding back. Something about 'wanting to be good.' I grunted at the thought. He had always talked about trying to 'change his ways'. Every since we fled from the Volturi, killing their best tracker Demetri; Dominique has been wanting to 'lay low' and try to 'change our identities.' Okay, coming from a guy with one arm…yeah good luck with that one buddy.
I rolled my eyes and glanced over to Vulken. At first he didn't see what we saw. Then his entire face lit up like a small kid looking at a new toy. It took him a moment for him to realize Dominique and I were looking at him.
"What?" He asked nervously.
I laughed. "Chill out, Vulken, we are in public."
"Yeah, we need to lay low for a while." Dominique finished with words that made my stomach turn.
"Oh speak for yourself Nubby." Vulken cracked up. It was the usual name he had given to Dominique for his 'unique-ness'.
I saw Dominique scowl in protest, but before they started another brawl, I held my hand up to silence them. "I think…" I stared them down for a moment. I saw them immediately give in. "that if we want to…" I swallowed the knot in my throat. "…lay…low…" I can't believe I just said it. "We should learn to make new friends and be a part of their customs." I smiled.
No sooner did I say it, Vulken frowned in protest. "Why do we have to make friends with cattle?" He leaned to the left, staring at the girl in hunger. "A HOT cattle." It didn't surprise me he would say that. Vulken was always so vulgar about things.
Dominique had a sour face. "You think a human is attractive?"
"Well why not?" He shifted his weight. "I mean, look at those—"
"Shut it you two." I held my hands up to silence them once more. "God, why didn't I leave you two in Boston?" I shook my head and began to walk over towards the girl. Her flowery scent grew stronger on each step. She smelt like a flowery garden as I drew nearer and nearer. I could hear Vulken behind me, heaving like a starving wolf—a starving horny wolf. Sick prick.
I flashed the girl a smile. "Hello beautiful. Need a ride home?" I didn't know why I bothered to ask. We hadn't really used a vehicle since we ditched the last one back in Canada or something. The Volturi would expect us to be driving anyway and it was best to be on foot.
"Ill give her a ride—" Vulken muttered under his breath. I nudged him in the gut and heard a soft groan from him. I wasn't about to hear him spit out the wrong things right about now.
She looked almost frightened at us. Or maybe it was because Dominique was a disabled and it made her feel awkward.
"No- I'm waiting for someone." She looked away. "And don't call me 'beautiful.'"
I laughed a little. Such a charming young lady. "What should I call you then?" She gave me a look of 'fuck off' or something along those lines. She seemed skeptical about answering.
"Lizzy."
"I'm Valcren." I held my hand out, but she looked away again. I gestured behind me. "This is my friend, Dominique, and my brother, Vulken."
Not another second later, a yellow old Volkswagen pulled up with a guy. Not a guy, his scent gave him away. And the scent was what caught me off-guard.
"Dog."
Chapter Five – Lizzy
Unexpecting.
I had just about enough of the triple creepy. Though I couldn't help but wonder what it was that drew me to them. Their eyes were as black as a deep abyss, except for one. The middle guy named Valcren, his eyes were almost red. Like a dark brown trying to hide its bloody color. They all had a sandy brown hair, though Dominique had smooth hair. Freaky. I actually wondered if they really went to my school.
I turned to see the familiar yellow-rusted bug. Dez was the one to come and pick me up. I felt my entire body relax. I glazed back over to the three boys and smiled. "I guess Ill see you guys tomorrow." I waved slightly and quickly dove into the passenger seat.
"Thanks Dez." I glanced over at him. He had bags under his eyes, his hair wasn't brushed and his clothes were filthy as if he had been rolling in the mud. But all around, he still looked good. He still looked glowing; though his face looked disgust about something. I followed his gaze out the window to the three boys. They had that same look too. I looked back at him. "Something wrong?"
He shook his head slightly. His hand slid over to the stick and shifted the gear into reverse. "No." He looked at me and flashed a smile. That gorgeous smile. "How was school?"
I thought about my day. From waking up to a thunderous storm, to remembering that there was no more sunny Jacksonville anymore, to the triple freak show in the parking lot. This morning I had almost forgotten I moved here now.
Charlie had left for work early and left me a note. He wasn't going to be home until after seven. Which meant I had the whole house to myself from one thirty to seven thirty. What a lovely, lonely life.
Billy had sent a girl to pick me up from the house and drop me off at school. Since the red truck didn't seem to work, and I guess Charlie didn't want me to walk alone in the rain, he called Billy to sent someone over this morning. Her name was Leah Clearwater. She was one of the kids who lived in La Push reservation. She didn't talk much, though I did try to make conversation.
"So is Dez like your cousin?"
"Sort of." She didn't take her eyes off the road.
That was all I managed to get out of her before we rolled up to the school. I walked through the main office doors to get my schedule from Ms. Weber. She seemed excited to see me and immediately announced my arrival over the intercom. I guess I wasn't going to have a silent, discrete, entrance.
"I guess school would have been better if I were invisible." I laughed a little.
I saw his muscles relax slightly and caught his gaze on me. His hazel eyes melted into my skin, making me feel so warm inside.
Though I saw his smile fade away quickly. He looked back onto the road, seeming nervous about telling me something.
"Listen…" His voice was strong and sincere. "I don't want you hanging around those three le—uh. Losers." I take that back. Now he was sounding bossy. He looked back at me and this time his eyes stung me a little.
"They're trouble, Lizzy."
I felt a knot swell in my throat.
"Do you know those boys?" He shook his head slightly.
"I know what guys like them do. And trust me it's never a good thing to be around them." I wasn't really buying it. I just stared at him for a while as his words rolled out. It sort of baffled me that this guy even dared boss me around; though I took it into consideration. It's not like those guys weren't creepy or anything.
"Uh…Okay." I mumbled out. He looked at me uneasy. He glanced back at the road as he pulled into the driveway. I waved at him and grabbed the door handle. "Thanks for the ride." I opened the door to get out of the car, then I felt a hand on my left arm. The extreme warmth caught me off-guard. I looked at him, his eyes fixed on mine. He leaned in towards me.
"Take care."
I nodded and slipped out of the car and watched him drive off. I turned to the house and walked in. As promised, Charlie wasn't home yet. It was barely two o'clock, and I had the rest of the day to myself. I jumped in the shower to cool off and laid on my bed reading some of my sister's old books.
Charlie rolled in after seven and I cooked up some nachos and hot dogs. It's about the only thing I could really cook besides Macaroni and Cheese without burning it. Except I didn't really burn Macaroni and Cheese. Two years ago, I made some in the middle of July, just for the heck of it. I got to pouring the milk to the soggy noodles, and a large chunk of cottage cheese leaked out of the milk carton and slumped into the pot. I haven't really made Mac and Cheese since then. And now I make sure the milk isn't bad when I use it.
Dinner was quiet. As soon as I got done eating I excused myself to my room. I just lay there on the bed thinking. Nothing in particular really.
Why did Dez warn me about the three boys? Was he trying to protect me? I wondered if my sister got any warnings around here. Maybe she wouldn't me missing now. I tossed and turned while pondering thoughts until I drifted off to sleep.