Okay, so it took me a little longer than I thought to actually write the story. But cut me some slack, I've been sick. Anyway. First fanfic, enjoy.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don't own Twilight or it's characters (Oh, God, I wish I did.), but I do own Olivia. She's mine. :D
"I've got a surprise for you," the perfect, velvety voice had said softly in my ear as he walked me to my truck after school, as usual.
"What kind of surprise?" I had asked eagerly, turning around to face him. He smiled, my favourite crooked smile. He was so beautiful... It made me wonder what on Earth, besides the fact that I apparently "smell good" attracted him to me.
"You'll see." was all he said, still smiling.
"What's it for?" I wanted to know. Really badly. I racked my brain for possibilities. "It's not my birthday, it's not our anniversary and it's certainly not Valentine's Day—"
He leaned forward, pressing his icy lips over mine. My head had been spinning and my heart felt like it was going to burst. "Just be ready at seven, alright?"
It was seven-oh-one pm, and I stood at the front door. Charlie had gone to La Push to do something with Billy. I don't know what, I hadn't been paying attention. I hadn't been paying attention to a lot of things, from the time I got home. I basically just sat at the kitchen table and stared at the clock, waiting for seven o'clock to be here. Shaking off the recollection of my previous actions, I began fussing over little things-mainly little flaws in my outfit. Where the end of my shirt was supposed to be, the colours, and even my socks and whether I should push them down into my shoes a little more. Yes, I was insane. But I was nervous, too.
That's when the familiar Volvo pulled into the driveway, with a ever-pale, ever-beautiful Edward Cullen behind the wheel. I quickly skipped over to the passenger side, opened the door and slid into the seat. His bronze coloured hair, like usual, in my eyes, was perfect. His eyes were dark, though. A bad sign.
"You're thirsty?" I demanded.
"What, no 'hello'?" he asked, dryly, leaning over and pressing his frozen lips against right cheek, then proceeded to backing out of the driveway.
"Where are we going?" I asked softly, looking out the window.
"My house."
"Why?"
"You'll see." he replied. And that was it.
The rest of the ride was silent. I couldn't think of anything to talk about with him. I watched the scenery zoom by. Silence filled the car. It was a disconcerting kind of silence. The kind you wish would go away. It was sort of like an awkward silence, only awkward silences never infuriated me. This one was well on it's way to winning the "Pissed Off Bella the Most" award. The ride, thankfully, didn't take long thanks to the way Edward drives. He had been holding my hand until we got through the front door. That's when he suddenly dropped it, as if it were a poisonous snake of some sort. Or, that's what I gathered. Only a few minutes after we stepped through the front door, did the screaming start.
"EDWARD!"
The scream was female. And suddenly, a blur was seen racing down the stairs carrying an unnatural breeze with it. A loud smacking sound was heard from my left, where Edward had been standing. I turned my head to see what had caused the sound that startled me so. He had his arms around a girl, a younger girl, with long, flaming red hair and the same topaz coloured eyes as the rest of the Cullens. She was my height, five foot four inches. Her arms were wrapped around Edward's waist. A twinge of jealousy struck me, as she had lifted her head to look up into his face. She was beautiful, with the same pale skin as the rest of the vampires I had met. I knew that she couldn't possibly be human. She could have been mistaken for someone off of a medieval movie set, with the way she was dressed. She wore a pale blue gown, with a cream coloured apron tied around her waist. Her three quarter sleeves were trimmed with lace and reminded me of a skirt of a dress, with the way it fit her arms, the sleeves growing wider as it neared the end. She was slender, her flaming hair pulled back neatly into single French braid. She turned her head, to look at me. For an instant, I was afraid of her. She was unsmiling, her face completely void of emotion. Then, with a "Bella!" she slammed into me, next.
It felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. Her body, like Alice's and Edward's, was hard, like marble. Her arms were then wrapped around me, hugging me gently. I was utterly confused. I glanced over at Edward, who was simply grinning at me.
"Hi, Bella!" she said happily, her cheerful tone was something simply delightful. "I dreamed about you!"
Her words baffled me. "Dreamed about me?" I asked, my voice hoarse as I tried to catch my breath and erase the feeling of my lungs being filled with some type of heavy substance.
"Yup!" she replied, in a musical tone. She blinked, leaning forward to sniff my shirt. "Edward wasn't lying. You do smell really good!"
"I... Um... Thanks," I stammered, feeling the heat rush to me cheeks. It wasn't that I wasn't used to hearing that from vampires, it was simply the childlike tone in her voice that made me blush. Really. And okay, being told that I was dreamt about by a complete stranger-a vampire, no less- is kind of awkward. It would make anyone blush, I thought to myself. Right?
"Bella, this is Olivia," Edward said, still grinning. "She can see things, in her dreams."
"People, places, events, everything!" she chirped cheerily. "And it's all accurate! Always accurate!"
"Is this my surprise?" I asked weakly.
"Sort of," he replied placing a hand on Olivia's left shoulder, whose arms, were still locked around me. "Olivia is Carlisle's niece."
"Why haven't I met her before?" I asked, looking down at the female, still hugging me.
"I've been away," she said in a rather shy tone of voice. "Uncle sent me to Toronto, for a while."
"Toronto?" I echoed as she nodded. "Why?"
"Just 'cause!" she replied, finally releasing me. "I can't tell you."
"Olivia, go get your flute." Edward said, pulling her gently away from me. She seemed upset that he had begun to separate us, but her dark expression lightened almost instantly at the word 'flute'.
"Okay!" she agreed, skipping up the stairs, humming a happy tune. Edward laughed, wrapping his arms around me. I leaned in, against his chest. I could feel his lips pressed lightly against my scalp.
"How old is she?" I asked quietly, closing my eyes. I breathed in his scent. He smelled so good.
"She was fifteen, when she was changed," he said softly. "Technically, she's around three hundred."
"That old..?"
He laughed again, lifting a hand to run through my hair. "She's got the mindset of a nine-year-old child. But the way she plays the flute is unparalleled."
"I found it!" Olivia declared, returning to where we stood, a silver flute in hand.
Edward lead me over towards the piano. He sat on the bench, while I stood beside him. Olivia stood beside the piano, flute at her lips, poised to play. She quirked a brow at him and he nodded. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. Her head began to move back and forwards slightly, as if keeping in time with music, unheard to my human ears. At last, she opened her eyes again, smiling. Edward began playing a familiar song. To my delight, it was my lullaby, the one he had written for me. Just as I was losing myself in it's sweet tune, softly, Olivia's flute began to play.
The performance was breathtaking. Edward had been right-The way Olivia could play the flute was amazing. Sweet notes trilled softly, fluttering across the melody played by Edward, on the piano. The duet was something magnificent, almost too good to be true. It was something I wanted to bottle up and keep with me forever. Something to open and listen to, to make me feel this lighthearted, this happy, this calm, when I needed to be.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, nearly inaudible. I didn't want the tone of my voice to upset the perfect harmony of the song. Edward smiled, while Olivia continued to play, her eyes focused on Edward.
When the final chord was struck, tears overwhelmed me. It was so thoughtful, so sweet, the best surprise I could ever ask for. I only wished that it wouldn't end. Because as soon as it had, glass shattered from above us, falling like shimmering rain. Amongst the shards, a piece of paper had flittered down to my feet.
Hunt.
Truly sorry. I meant this to be longer, but I seemed to be pressed for time. The first chapter was supposed to be six thousand words, but instead it was a measly 1450. I'll make it up to you guys, by writing a super-long second chapter. Hope you enjoyed.