Requiescat – Chapter One

Don't own Twilight.

I stared at the mirror, staring at the face that looked back blankly.

"So, what do you think of it?" Jovine asked from beside me, a wide grin on her face. I shrugged. Another day, another Jov torture.

"Like Barbie," I muttered, turning away from the reflection. "I feel like Barbie."

Jov pouted. "You are Barbie." I threw her a glare, then sat down on the sofa-chair beside her.

"You should go become a fashion designer."

Jov laughed, a tinkling sound that reminded me painfully of – "I am!" She bounced up and down on the sofa to emphasize her point.

"You should thank me. I make you look good, block your memories – which is a constant pain, Barbie dearest," Jov said casually.

I ignored the twitching pain from the hole, instead giving a theatrical 'humph!' and walking out of the room.

Jov glided up next to me, frowning. She was still frowning when we joined Kayne and Ark in the living room.

Their eyes were focused on the television set, unblinking and unmoving. "They remind me of lizards," I murmured to Jov, and she grinned.

"Time for school, boys," she giggled, and I gave her an odd stare. "Jov's mad today."

She giggled again. "And Bella's having her mood swings."

Kayne glanced up at both of us, then motioned at Ark. "Isa, do your magic." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Your turn to wake him from his stupor."

Kayne glared at me. "Did not. Fine, Ark's going to neglect his education, and watch tennis replays," he sang mockingly, sliding out of the sofa and sauntering to the door. "Oh yeah, where's –" Ark interrupted angrily in my sentence. "He doesn't want to come. Out hunting."

The three of us stared in surprise at Ark's outburst, shocked at his fury. He seldom displayed anger – or any negative emotions at all. I looked at him. "Ark, he still can't really handle… his change. You know his past. You know he's feeling really sick about all of this, so why are you being so stupid about this?"

Ark leapt of the sofa and glared coldly at me. "He's had fifty years. Fifty years is a long time, Isabella. He still can't forget. He's a mark in our coven."

I stared at him for a moment, then snapped my focus to my watch. My voice weak and low, I whispered, "We'll talk later. Let's go to school now."

Ark shrugged and shot off to the car. "Wow," Jo said, peering after Kayne and Ark. "That was some outburst."

I nodded in agreement, then followed them to the car.

The teacher's droning was a mere buzzing in my ear which I tuned in to occasionally. I was spending more time on thinking about Ark. He was seldom so angry. In fact, all our lives with each other, I had never seen him so angry.

I needed to talk to him, it was simple as that. I glanced at the teacher. She was peering at me quizzically. "Isabella? The headmistress wants to see you." I nodded and leapt out of my chair, ignoring the sounds of licking lips and unclenching of fists.

Grimacing at my classmate's low moans – of which they thought I could not hear – I moved to the office, still listening to one boy – his name was Sean – murmur about me. Lustful. If only they knew the monster that lay beneath.

"Isa." The headmistress bared her teeth in an irksome smile. The bald teacher that sat in one of the corner seats smiled flirtatiously, then put his head down to examine his document. I smiled back coldly. "Was there anything I could help with, Mrs Newton?"

She squelched down on her chair, making it sound like it was going through immense torture. "Ah, yes, Miss Swan. You see, some new students – some extremely important students, it seems, are coming to our school. As you know, our school strives for perfection. These students, like any other new students, would need some help to navigate in the school grounds, to go for their lessons and all that."

She eyed me critically, but there was a hint of envy in that look. "And you are, Miss Swan, no doubt, charming."

I smiled. "How many of them are coming?"

She paused for a moment. "Five. They are a family, so please accommodate them… I have rather sweet reports saying that they are the most shy." I laughed inwardly.

"Mm. That's all. They'll be coming tomorrow. Ah. What a sweet family name."

I was turning around to leave, already anxious to go and comfort Ark. But an instinct stopped me. "What's their family name, headmistress?"

Her yellowish teeth showed from under her ungainly lips. "Cullen. Their family name is Cullen." She started talking to the bald teacher, while I stood there, shuddering with pain, my wound split open and dusted generously with salt.

A/N: How do you think its written? I tried my best, and I love this plot. I promise, I'll finish this and start posting on others. I love you, review. By the way, I don't know what name I should have taken, but I just chose one, so if you have a better, name, PM me. I still love you.