Disclaimer; I wish i owned Edward Cullen or Jasper Cullen or Embry or Seth or even Paul-...sorry, basically i don't own any of them or anything remotely Twilight. Apart from my lovely OC's of course.
A/N; I love Alliteration so you may find lots of it in my story. Just bear with it please? Whether you like this story or not, please review with your comments. Reviews make me happy! love you all, xoxo. ;)
Chapter One – The Abasement Of Alluse
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"When a change comes, some species feel the urge to migrate, they call it Zugunruhe. 'A pull of the soul to a far away place,' following a scent in the wind, a star in the sky, the ancient message comes calling the kindred to take flight and gather together. Only then they can hope to survive the cruel season to come."
~ Mohinder Suresh.
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As far as Plane journeys go, that was the most boring one I have ever had.
Practically 24 hours on a plane doing nothing but sleeping, eating and listening to the same songs on my Ipod that I listened to about an hour ago.
As I walked through the not so busy Washington Airport, I felt a wave of relief.
Not that I did not like aeroplanes or airports for that matter, but after while things get old , couple that with my short attention span and it practically screams insanity.
However, I was not alone on this sentiment.
To my right, slouching along as if she had a hunch, was one of my best friends, Lily O'Reilly, fiery hair with the stereotypical temper to match. Tall, pale and stunning Lily turned heads wherever she went.
She was smart as well, top of our class, although she would never admit it.
Beside her was Lyra Alluse, French, blonde and sassy.
Need I say more?
Lyra didn't have boyfriends, she had dates. However, Lyra had many lovely qualities which I loved her for; her understanding, her sympathy and her down-to-earth-ness all made her one amazing person.
Oh, and if you were wondering who I was, which you probably weren't, my name is Louisa Wentworth. Pretty much average in about all aspects of my life. Light brown hair and green eyes. Nothing much to scream about. If your now thinking I sound a bit depressed, it's not that, I'm just incredibly low on self-esteem. Ah, well.
Now, you may be thinking, why on earth anyone would choose to spend 24 hours on a plane.
That's exactly the point though, I didn't choose.
My friends and I were going to be exchange students, there were about 10 of us in total and most of them were sprawled out in the waiting seats of the Airport lobby waiting to be picked up.
We were all from the same school in England and to say America was a far cry from home would be a massive understatement.
However, the giant floor-to-ceiling windows was currently being splattered with Gale-force rain and, just for a moment, I felt as if I was at home.
Lyra was now slumped on one of the seats and snoring quite loudly I might add.
I giggled slightly and exchanged a pointed look with Lily who was also silently laughing at Lyra.
"Well, hello, you must be the new kids."
We all looked up into the face of a kindly middle-aged man who was wearing a rain mac that seemed to have gone through the Bermuda triangle and just barely survived.
"Err...yeah, we are." One of the others answered.
The man was quite tall and, astonishingly for his age, was very lean and toned.
He had longish dark brown hair which brushed over his shoulders and was slightly wet at the ends. His eyes were a stark contrast to his hair colour and dark skin colour, they were a pale grey-blue and slightly unnerving, yet nevertheless he gave off a warm confident aura.
The man smiled warmly and knowingly, "Lets get you to your new accommodation then, I'll bet your dying for a nap, eh?"
Lyra let out a loud snort before turning over and muttering in her sleep.
The man raised his eyebrows at her before letting out a loud barking sort of laugh. It was an odd laugh, sort of animalistic.
"I'm Peter Ateara, you'll be coming to live in my Inn, so don't worry about living with strangers". Here he let out another loud barking laugh, before turning around and walking back out of the airport lobby into the storm.
Many of our group looked at one another amused, yet nonetheless began to pick up their luggage and follow the Mr Ateara out of the airport.
Lily shook Lyra awake, who grumbled muffled protests, and then followed the others outside.
"C'mon Rara, we better go before they forget us." She hated it whenever we used her old nickname.
Lyra glared at me however, because of her half-asleep state, it just looked adorable. She got up, huffed, and walked out of the automatic doors with her nose in the air.
I smiled before following her out into the physical, and unknown to me at this point, metaphorical storm.
The ride to the small town of Forks from Washington Airport was long and incredibly dull, Lyra had once again fallen asleep in her seat and Lily had gotten a large book out and began to read.
And myself? Well, my Ipod had run out and I was sitting absolutely bored out of my noggin, staring out of the minibus window as bugs and the like smushed themselves against the glass, mere inches from my face.
The bus began to slow down from the absurdly high speed that Peter Ateara had insisted on going.
We were jolted slightly forward as the minibus suddenly came to an abrupt stop.
I looked out the window onto the scenery through a layer of dead bugs and saw that we were still in a country lane with forest on either side, no town in sight.
I wasn't the only one who had noticed this as someone else piped up, "Why did we stop? Are we there?"
He asked Mr Ateara, who seemed to have not heard him and was transfixed on something in the road in front of him.
I strained my neck around to look outside the front window screen and gasped as I saw a large wolf with chocolate brown fur, it was staring straight at us or if I was more precise I would say it was staring straight at Peter Ateara who was returning the look.
My eyebrows raised as I wondered what the hell was going on.
I looked at Lily who was just staring hard at the scene in front of us, she was frowning heavily causing a deep ridge in her brow.
Lyra snored quietly in her sleep, oblivious to anything else.
I rolled my eyes at her and looked back at Mr Ateara, my impatience was getting the best of me as every one else was in a type of trance as they looked at the absurdly large wolf.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again and instead said, quite loudly, "Hey! Are we getting here before nightfall? you know, while we're still young please?."
I have never been known for my eloquence.
At my loud voice, everyone seemed to jerk awake including Mr Ateara and as I looked back outside, the wolf had disappeared.
Mr Ateara turned around to look at us with a slight smile on his face but an angry look in his eyes.
"Don't worry about the wolf, there quite common in the La Push Reservation, if you don't harm them they won't harm you."
After that declaration he turned back around, started the minibus again and pushed the bus to its limits as he sped down the country lane.
Mr Ateara's Inn was extremely picturesque, so much so that i had to stop walking on the footpath for a second as i looked up at the pretty country house.
Unfortunately, my sleepy classmates had not noticed i had stopped walking, so they abruptly banged into me and fell rather comically like domino's onto the hard ground, getting tangled together in the process.
"Oi!"
"Dammit-"
"What's going on?"
"JACK! Get your foot out of my ass!"
"I can't-"
"BlOODY HELL!" This declaration came from the poor unfortunate student at the bottom of the pile, who was finding out what it would actually be like to be a pancake and rather not enjoying it.
I stifled a giggle and quickly ran inside the Inn.
The lobby walls were covered in a fresh bright blue wallpaper which contrasted perfectly with the dark mahogany floorboards.
There was matching furniture and flowers and standing near the reception desk was Peter Ateara who was currently grinning at me.
His smile faltered slightly when he realised I was the only one standing in the doorway.
"Where is everybody else?"
I smiled sweetly, "They had an accident on the Footpath."
He raised an eyebrow wearily and walked quickly outside.
A couple of seconds later I heard his loud barking laughter from outside and I grinned to myself.
Since there was no one else in the lobby I walked further inside and began to explore the room closer.
I was currently looking at a giant painting which was hung over the fireplace.
It was of a forest scene. There were tall, magnificent red wood trees and tiny animals lurking in every corner.
However, the thing that had really caught my attention was the massive wolf in the centre of the painting. It had chocolate fur and was looking directly out of the painting as if it knew it was being painted. I noticed the other animals in the painting weren't hiding exactly, the were centred around the wolf, as if they were in awe.
I raised my eyebrow, not exactly the kind of painting I would put in an friendly Inn. The painting had a unsettling, ominous feeling to it and I felt transfixed by it.
A small clearing of the throat surprised me and consequently I whipped around to face a petite, middle aged woman, clearly of the Quilete tribe, who was standing mere meters from me and smiling warmly.
"Err...I...was-"
The woman smiled wider, " Don't worry dear, Welcome to the Inn. I'm Mrs Ateara but you can call me Rose." She winked at me then before turning back to the main desk and tidying some papers.
"Oh...I'm Louisa-"
"I know dear". She turned back towards me with another warm smile, "I made it my priority to know everyone's name before you all came."
I smiled as well, her warm chirpy mood was beginning to become infectious.
"Now, come on into the dining room if your hungry, lord knows you need some fattening up." At this, she looked at me critically.
I almost rolled my eyes, it was clear she had inherited that odd habit that every woman over a certain age developed, were by they think that everyone younger than them are all too thin and need immediate feeding.
Not that I was complaining, I hadn't eaten in hours.
She ushered me into the luxuriously large dining room, and i had to stop slightly to gape at the incredibly large room.
Rose saw my incredulous look and smiled slightly, "We know a lot of people who like their food." She gave me another wink.
She almost pushed me into a seat before beginning to pile my plate with mountains upon mountains of deliciously smelling food.
A few minutes later the rest of the group joined us, all looking even more tired and about to drop off at any moment.
Lily sat herself opposite me and proceeded to glare at me.
I stifled another giggle, "Err...Lils? You've got a leave in your hair."
She narrowed her eyes before pulling said leaf out of her hair.
Lyra had taken to see the funny side of the situation and was currently alternating between giggling into her napkin and glancing at Lily's slightly messy appearance.
After we were all fed and watered, Rose showed us all our rooms which we would be sharing in pairs. This meant unfortunately, our little trio would be split up. It was just a question of who would be on her own.
While Rose was calling out the names who were sharing together, myself and Lily's names were called out and we high fived each other but then realised that Lyra would be on her own.
"Aww...Rara"
"Lou, you better be not thinking of hugging me! And stop calling me that!"
Me and Lily exchanged a look with identical grins before pouncing on Lyra and literally squeezing her to death.
"Ouch, can't breathe...get off-"
However, we all froze at that moment for one reason.
Lyra and her pair's name had just been called out.
"WHAT!" Lyra screamed
Lily and I quickly backed off from the now extremely angry girl.
"HOW....WHAT...WHY...I DEMAND A RECOUNT!"
Rose looked a little taken back at Lyra's violent reaction but we knew why she had reacted so badly.
"Well, well, look who i got paired with girls. The tramp." Lyra flinched slightly before turning to the offending voice who had just pushed her way through the crowd.
Viola Squalor was the most unpleasant girl you will ever have the misfortune to meet. She was vile, rude, annoying, slutty, back-stabbing, two faced, hostile and she found special enjoyment in making other lives miserable.
Lyra especially hated her because quite a while ago Viola had stolen one of her boyfriends from her. It was a grudge which she had never recovered from.
Which is why Lyra was now glaring at the aforementioned girl with undisguised hate.
Viola flicked her straight, dyed blonde hair over her shoulder and proceeded to cackle with her bimbo's who were right behind her.
Lyra gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes even more.
"Err...well, now that your pairs are sorted please proceed upstairs to unpack and have a nap." Rose smiled warmly at us, trying to restore calm to the now tense situation. Lyra and Viola's grudge was legendary in our school, and all our classmates were staring at the two uneasily.
Nevertheless Lily pulled my arm and Lyra's and started dragging us upstairs.
She pulled us into our room and when she closed the door Lyra began full ranting mode. Lily and I exchanged another look before rolling our eyes simultaneously.
This was going to be a long trip.
A/N;Hoped you enjoyed it, read & review please. For all those who like a good villain, Viola Squalor will be making another appearance. Because how can you define what is good if you don't have evil? Lol, actually i just like writing mean characters. Their so fun.
Anyway, I'll hopefully update soon, as long as you lovely, charming people review with your thoughts. Even if there not nice thoughts, I wanna know. ;)
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