Hi everyone. This is about a char I came up with a few months ago whom I've grown into a fairly 3-dimensional character and his relationship with a certain spunky werewolf. This is my first fanfic, so I'd really appreciate any criticism and help you can offer. Thanks :D
Blind Love
I Like My Wolf Cooked Rare
I rubbed the top of my walking stick anxiously as I got off the plane to the small town of Forks and walked away from the terminal towards the exit. I had no luggage, no possessions. I was here on a purely official function. Shaking my head as I walked, I remembered the conversation I had had with Aro not a few short days ago. "Bring one back alive…" I muttered to myself in dismay as I curled my upper lip. How dare he! Use my talents for something as superficial as kidnapping for his sick experiments. Deep in thought, I had forgotten to reach out and walked straight into a wall.
I sighed. The gig was up, everyone around me know walked more cautiously and with louder footfalls, and one person even made a point of trying to come and pick me up, though I swiftly put the thought in his mind that he had other things to be doing.
Straightening my clothing, I got up and reached out once more with my mind to get the lay of the land. I got a snapshot of the building, the people, everything…. I grinned to myself as I always did whenever I got to use my own little gift. I had been born blind, and so I took great pleasure in the irony of being able to see beyond what even other immortals can. I laughed a little and moved a little more quickly, tapping my walking stick out in front of me to make sure I didn't hit the stray bag… It's a pity… Wilelm would have loved planes…
I smiled at the stray though of my younger brother and cleared my head as I reached the outside. Waiting for me was an old friend with whom I still had a pleasant relationship. Carlisle was next to me in seconds, helping me into his car.
"Well Gehirn, it's been nearly a decade! How have you been?" Said Carlisle, always the one to initiate our communications. He slid into the drivers seat and took off.
"Same as always, my old friend. Getting what work I can done while fulfilling my commitments to a certain individual we both know all too well." We shared a laugh and I instinctively muttered a small Shmah. While we both came from different backgrounds, we shared a common belief in god and the existence of the human soul. "How are Esme and the children?" I asked to change the subject.
"They are well… Edward found his mate finally, and had a child with her before she was turned… But of course you know that." Carlisle's voice seemed more hostile as he said this. I could envision the man frowning.
I had heard about the infamous child of Edward and Bella Cullen. This Reneesme, whom this clan had almost died for. I knew her all too well…
The rest of the car ride passed. in silence.
I reached out with my mind and tasted the flavor of my surroundings. The forest… They're house… The people inside of it… It made quite a unique picture in my head. As I got out of the car and grabbed my walking stick I started strolling towards the Cullen's house. As I did so, I heard shouting in the house about something or another having to do with a Jacob. The door burst open and I came face to face with a woman.
For one moment it felt as if I could see. My mind went out and brushed hers with an alarming amount of familiarity. I didn't know this woman, and yet in one moment, I knew everything about her. "Leah… What a nice name… Reminds me of my mother…"
Then the most curious thing happened.
She kissed me.
On the lips.
She broke off and panted "No… no no no… I did not just imprint on a bloodsucker…"