Summary: When Elle Thomas moves in with the Cullens, their new Cullen, Alex, isn't so happy. But as time passes, he starts to fall in love with her, and vice-versa. Then Alex finds a note saying that she was scared to fall in love with him. Will Elle's note be enough to stop these two from coming together? Probably not!
Okay, now that that's done, welcome to the first chapter! I have renamed this story, and it's original basing on Beauty and the Beast has changed a bit. Sorry for confusing ya'll with that. I hope you'll like it anyway, even if it's not the main idea I had. I promise ,no more plot-changes!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Crap.
Dedication: To everyone who stuck through with me to chapter 7, where I had some new ideas. Thanks for liking the original idea, guys!
Chapter One- Where the Cullens meet Elle Thomas
POV:??? (You'll know soon.)
Damn Edward. What did I do to deserve to live with the Cullens? Just because Alice "changed" me doesn't mean they can just take damn custody. Damn, damn, damn, I thought as I walked up to my room, sulking. I really hated living here. Every stinkin' one of them was ticking me off. Why did they all have to be so damn chipper? We're freakin' vampires. We suck blood. We're out-casts of society. That's a really bad thing, so why were all of them happy? The only one of them who was reasonable like me was Rosalie, but even she got over that when Edward's wife, Bella, had Nessie, and that was what? Twenty, twenty-five years or so?
My sulking was halted when a magnificent scent reached my nose. It came from outside. I looked out my window, and saw a girl standing there. She had long brown hair, green eyes, and from the look of it, she looked like she was the age I was when I was changed, thirteen. That's when she looked up. Her big green eyes met mine, and if my heart were still beating, it would have pounded. She was beautiful.
Her lips curved up in a smile when she saw me, and she waved. Panicked, I ducked out of the sight of my window. I really couldn't tell why I was so freaked out though. She was just a girl. A human girl. Wait. Why in the world would a human girl be standing in front of our house? That's when it hit me. The reason why was the letter we got a month ago.
Flashback
We were all standing in Carlisle's study. He was reading us a letter.
"Dear Cullen Household," he read. "My daughter, Elle Thomas, is in need of a place to stay while she goes to a special Arts school in Seattle, and when I noticed the description of your household in the local newspaper, I couldn't help but think that this would be a perfect place for Elle to stay. She could pay for the tenant-ship by cleaning or taking care of any kind of outdoors item, such as the garden, greenhouse, shed, or even building something. She quite loves to do that.
"Elle is very tidy, plays the piano and violin, and will not disrupt anyone. She is a very quite type of girl, so you will not be bothered by any sort of noise. Please accept Elle as your tenant, signed Mrs. Jane Thomas."
Carlisle put down the letter and looked at us all. "Well? What is your verdict? Is Elle going to stay with us?" he asked.
"Wait one moment! You put an ad in the newspaper for a human tenant?! Why in the world did you do that? If you've forgotten, we're a whole family of vampires!" I yelled, and everyone covered their ears. See, my special ability is to increase or decrease the volume of my voice. It may not seem like much, but it can be a powerful weapon. I can also use the sound waves as a shield. Both Bella and I are used as shields during battles. Her, for abilities, me, for physical attacks.
"Yes, Alex, we did. We have our reasons to, as well," Esme said calmly, and turned back to Carlisle. I sulked back into the shadows.
"I think it's a fine idea. Elle seems like a wonderful young girl," she said, and Edward, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Emmett all agreed in one way or another, Emmett saying, "Hell yeah!" and thrusting his fist through the air.
That was when Carlisle turned to me. "Alex? What do you say?"
"Why do care what I think? Majority says she's all ready staying," I growled. I saw Japer tense, and rolled my eyes. Just because I had a naturally bad attitude doesn't mean I would let it take control of me.
"We care what you say no matter what, dear," Esme said gently. I felt guilty. Esme could always make me feel guilty for saying something cruel. I try to ignore the feeling, but it sure is hard.
"I suppose it's fine. Doesn't matter to me," I said moodily, and hooked my thumbs in my two front pockets. I saw Esme and Edward share a knowing look, and I wondered briefly what the hullabaloo was about.
"Okay then. I'll send a response back immediately saying it's fine for Elle to come and stay," Carlisle said, which he did, that night, in fact.
And that brings us back to the present.
POV: Elle Thomas
As I saw the boy look hurriedly away, I wondered if there was something wrong with the way I looked. I looked down at my clothes. Everything was completely normal- blue jeans, light green sweater. My long brown hair was carefully swept away from my face with a dark green hairclip, and I didn't think the boy would have an issue with my black converse shoes with little stars and moons that I had drawn on them with a silver Sharpie.
I picked up my suitcase and my violin case and walked to the front door. In truth, I was a bit intimidated by the size of the house. It looked to be three stories tall, and it had enough windows to supply windows to four houses.
I knocked on the door, and a pixie-like girl with short, spiky black hair opened it. "Hello!" she exclaimed. "You must be our new tenant, Elle. I'm Alice Cullen." The girl wrapped me in a huge hug.
There was a loud scuffle behind her, and then eight faces were peering out the door. One of them was a bit less pale than the others, and she had brown eyes, unlike the others, who had topaz-colored eyes, but other than those facts, they all looked relatively alike.
Well, no dip, Sherlock, I scolded myself. Of course they look alike. They're a family.
One of them, who had huge muscles and a reckless look in his eyes said, "Oh, so you're her. Huh. You don't look like you're a quiet gal."
Another one, a girl this time, with dark hair, slapped his arm and said, "Emmett! She's our guest! Don't be so rude!"
"It's times like these that I miss you being embarrassed by doing that," he muttered, and another boy with messy, caramel-colored hair retorted wisely, "No, you miss the old days when Bella couldn't whip you."
Everyone but the muscle-boy- Emmett, I think- laughed.
"Well, you must be tired from your journey. Come in," a woman with a very kind face said.
I walked inside greatfully, and then turned around to face them. Confused when I saw no one by the door and that it was shut, I turned back around and nearly jumped when I saw all of them standing in front of me.
I almost asked them how they had gotten over there so fast, but instead I asked, "Are there any rules I should know about?"
A voice behind me said, "Yeah. Stay outta my room."
I turned around to see the boy from the window standing on the top of the flight of stairs, scowling at me. Now that I could see him close up, I saw he had short brown hair, and topaz eyes, just like most of them.
Alice leaned over to me and whispered, "That's Alex, our little brother. He has a bit of a bad attitude, so don't be discouraged by him."
I nodded, and tried to say cheerfully, "I'll stay out of your room. Any other rules?"
"I don't think so. Before we get to your room, though, I'd think I'd better introduce you to everyone," the woman with the kind face said, and started to point at various people. "That's Emmett, Bella, Edward, and Renesmee, though everyone calls her Nessie," she said, point at muscle-boy, the one who had slapped him, the man standing behind her with messy bronze hair, and the one with brown eyes. I waved, but then the kind woman pointed out more people. By the end of this event, I also knew the gorgeous blonds were Jasper, Carlisle, and Rosalie, and the kind woman was Esme. Everyone seemed very happy to see me here, except for Alex.
"Esme? Can I please show Elle to her room?" Nessie asked. Other than Alex, she looked closer to my age than the others- she looked to be fourteen or fifteen.
"Of course, Nessie," Esme said kindly, and Nessie grabbed my hand gently and towed me up the stairs. As we passed Alex, he stiffened, and turned around slowly. I was startled by the hostile expression that was seen on his face. So startled that I tugged my hand out of Nessie's and ran upstairs.
