Dirty Little Secret Chapter One
Edward's Point Of View
19th of January, Five Am
"Oh God, Yes Emmett, YES!"
"You like it like that don't you Rosie?"
The ceiling above me started to shake slightly, not viasble to the human eye, even if they had twenty- twenty vision.
Oh for craps sake could they be any louder?
Wait I don't want to know, really I don't.
It is fucking five o'clock in the morning and they're still going at it. I really wish my room was sound proof so I couldn't hear the bloody apes above me. I bet by now you guys are wondering who I am or at least what the hell I'm on about, well for a start I'm Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, I'm seventeen years old (technically). I was born on the 20th of June 1901, yes, yes I did say 1901. Well the simple most blunt answer, to all the questions that are probably being wondered, I am a vampire, yes turns out all the legends are true they do actualy exist. I was turned as to speak in 1918 my adoptive father Carlise Cullen was the one who changed me.
At the time of my change, both me and my family were dying of Spainish influenza, my father Edward Masen Sr. was the first of us to die died, my mother Elizabeth Masen was the second to die, which happened to be the day that I was turned into a monster. According to Carlise it was my mother's dying wish, that he would somehow find a way to save me.
Also my birthname was Edward Anthony Masen, when our family started to increase the name Cullen got inherited, at first it was just me and Carlise for a few years.
So here I am now around one-hundred-nine years-ish later, thing haven't really changed much, fashion has changed and my family has gained a few new people. As I mentioned in the not much earlier in the begining it was just Carlise, then he changed me, we travelled around the world for a few years.
Then he met his wife Esme, they met while Carlise was working in hospital Emse was sent to after she tried trying to commint sucide by jumping off of a cliff. Even though I have never seen the appeal of it, she did have a pretty good reason for why she attempted it. She had just lost her baby. Carlise then changed her, they have been together ever since, so I guess this means love at first sight does actually exist?
I sound like a right wuss at this moment in time, but I'm going to carry on with explaining.
Soon after Esme joined me and Carlise.
Another member of our family was found found, Rosalie in April 1933, her story is a bit more heart aching than mine, maybe even Esme's, but I guess thats just how you look at it.
Rosalie was raped on her way home from a friends house, but the sickening thing about it was by her so called 'loving' fiancé Royce King and his sick lowlifes that he called friends.
To top it all off she was almost beaten to death, yet again by he loving fiancé and his friends, when we found her she was lying in a pool of her own blood, the scent was so strong Esme was the closet to loosing her will power as she was still tecnically a new born, me being a vampire for a few years longer had a bit more self control, but not much. Rosalie was orignally turned because she supposed to be a 'mate' for me, in Carlise's eyes it seemed very possible that it could have been, but to be perfectly honest me and Rosalie don't get a lone with each other and thats putting it nicely.
Two years later in 1935, Rosalie was out hunting one day when she came across the next memeber to join our family, Emmett McCarty, she rescued him after he had been mauled almost to death by a black grizzily bear, while he had been out doing his own type of hunting with his brothers.
He was given a second chance of life after Rosalie had begged and pleaded (litterally I may add, even though she will never admit it) with Carlise to change him, Carlise must have had a soft spot for Rosalie as he finally gave into her after three days of pleading. Since then Rosalie and Emmett haven't parted at all litterally.
Then it was just the five of us for a few years, well more like them and me, even though non of them will never admit it I'm sort of like the fifth wheel in the family as they all have each other and I'm the only single one...
But yet again back to the introduction of the family.
Then came Alice and Jasper.
Alice was turned in 1920 by an un-known vampire, she doesn't remember much about her human life, but later research showed she was put into a mental aslyum because she was seeing things.
The first time she saw Jasper,her mate, was before he had even heard of her let alone seen her. She had met him -so to speak- in one of her visions.
The same way she saw us -us being our little (well at the time little) family-
Carlise thinks the reason behind her being able to see into the feature is because of her human life, which know one not even Alice really knows about it to be perfectly honest except for the little bit of infomation above.
Now onto the latest member of our family to join (at least for now).
Jasper was born in 1843, turned in 1863 by a vampire called Maria.
At the time she was just using him to train her new born vampires for her army, back in the day they used to have wars over the terrotory.
From the change he gained an empathy power ( for those who don't know what empathy means, it is when you are in touch with your own emotions and other peoples, well Jasper can feel and manipulate peoples emotions, vampire or human)
He grew tired of being a 'blood thirsty monster' as he likes to refer to himself.
As he could feel the pain of the people he fed from and changed.
He then met Alice, when him and two other of the recrutes in the Maria's vampire army Peter and Charlotte ecaped one night the last he heard from them they were still together.
He wondered around for a while until it was his time to meet Alice, since then he has honestly been like a love sick puppy with her.
So that was my family story. As you can see I'm still alone... honestly I think I am destined to be alone forever.
It is now around six, who knew it would take so long to tell the family story?
Any way the apes are still at it...
So... I am going to go give my only love, well right now anyway and possibily forever, a little attention, by that I mean my piano...
If you thought something else then well you are sick minded people.
Bella's Point of View
19th of January, Seven Am
Beep, Beep, BEEP!
I slammed down on the snooze button of my alarm, hurting my hand in the process.
I really hate alarm clocks, well the ones that go BEEP untill you injur your hand trying to shut it up, maybe if I had one which I could conect my iPod to and play a half decent song to wake me up it wouldn't be so bad.
I also hate school, honestly what is the point of it?
Well I do know the point in it, even if we had the choice not to go I probably still would just so I wouldn't screw up my life...
I really don't want to get up out of my warm bed, don't you just hate it when your all nice and warm and you have to get up on a freezing cold day.
I layed there for about five more minutes, before I forced myself to roll out of bed, taking my duvet with me. I scurried my way across the landing to the one bathroom in the house which I had to share with my father Charlie.
To be honest at times I missed Pheonix, not just the sun and the heat but my own bathroom aswell.
It's not like I was really forced to come here, I decided to on my own because my mom re-married a few years ago to Phil, he was nearly always on tour and I could see it upset her to stay behind, yet she would never admit it.
So when Phil got offered a new job in Jacksonville I told my mom that I wanted to go live here in Forks with my Dad.
Charlie it's not that I hate him, I honestly don't, it's just we have never had much in common.
The summers and christmas' I used to spend here as a child were always rather quiet.
When I got into the bathroom.
I wasted no time at all and turned on the shower, as I waited it for it to warm up, I glanced at myself in the mirror.
I groaned internly at the sight, I looked like death, not that I usualy look very good.
People have told me that I'm pretty, in the past, but I honestly don't see it.
I have chocolate brown eyes, sort of like a does eyes.
Curly brown hair which falls in angel curls around my face and down to the middle of my back.
It is a shade or darker than my eyes, sometimes in the sun it has a slight natural tint of red. My figure is ok, I guess, my stomach is flat but I could do with a bit more curves in my opion.
After about a minute I stepped into the shower, the warm water relaxing my stiff muscles.
I reached for my favourite strawberry shampoo, I honestly love the smell of strawberries I don't think there could be a much better smell.
I lathered a palm full into my hair, the sweet smell filling my senses, I rinsed it out after a few minutes of massaging my scalp thoroughly, repeating this process again.
Before I reached over to the matching conditioner, I squeezed a dollop of the thick cream like substance before running it through my hair.
While I waited for two minutes, well as close as I could get to, to pass by.
I washed my body thoroughly with my chocolate scented body wash.
After rinsing the condiotioner out of my hair, I stood completely still under the shower head, after a few more minutes of just letting the water run over me and all around me, I turned the shower off.
I blindly searched around the wall next to the shower in search of a towel, eventually I was able to grab a big fluffy white towel from the rail.
Wrapping it around me as I scurried back to my room.
When I was safely into my room I let the towel drop to the floor in a white, wet, and fluffy heap.
I walked over to my closet and reached for the first two things my hands happened to grab apon.
Which was a pair of black skinny jeans a size or so too small with hot pink skeleton hands on both of the bum cheeks and luckily for me in a way a hot pink strappy top, the same shaded of pink as the skeleton prints on the jeans, which hadn't been warn yet, well untill today.
Next I walked over to the pine dresser oppisite my bed, I pulled out a bright pink lacy thong and a matching pink bra, to make sure that it didn't show through the top.
Holding them in hand I walked over to my bed before sitting down and quickly slipping on the thong, next placing the bra on backwards so that I could do up the clasp on the back, the twisting it so it was on the right way round.
I then got up and turned to face my bed, looking at the skinny jeans with bemusement, trying to think of the easiest way to put them on without causing myself injury. I decided on the head on approach, I sat down on the bed yet again and took the jeans in my hand. I slipped my right leg in first getting it a quatre of the way on before slipping in my left leg before repeating the same process. I stood up slowly making sure that I wasn't going to fall flat on my face, I sorta half jumped and wiggled my way into the jeans, being quiet thankful no one could see into my room at this point in time, untill they were fully on and all I had to do was do up the button, doing that up suprisingly easily aswell. I looked down at my achievement and smiled to myself looking a tiny bit stupid. Suprisingly they weren't uncomfortable.
Next was the hot pink top, to be honest I don't know what had made me want to buy it, I wasn't really a fan of the colour. I bent over the bed to pick it up, with it firmly in my hands I straightened myself back up before stretching it over my head and pulling it down. I grabbed the the straps slipping my arms into them.
With it on I walked over to the vanity mirror and looked at my reflection, I had to admit I didn't look that bad, well at least better than I had when I had first got up this morning.
With that I grabbed my GHD's from one of the shelves underneath the vanity and plugged it into the wall socket.
While I waited for them to heat up, I took my black eyeliner pencil and started to define my eyes. I went heavier on the bottom than I did on the top to make my eyes stand out slightly more.
I don't really wear make up that much, I honestly can't live without, well anything that is not eyeliner.
"Shit!" I hissed out in pain when my hand caught the straighteners, as I was putting the eyeliner pencil back down, well at least I knew they had heated up.
Pinning half my hair up with an old plastic clip, I spritzed my hair with some heat protection spray.
I began to get to work on the half of my head that wasn't pinned up. After around ten minutes the side that was down and straightened to perfection, I then un clipped the side that was still up, ran a brush through it and began to straighten that side. After another ten minutes-ish my hair was completely straightened to perfection.
Looking at the time, I quickly grabbed my old and almost warn out school rucksack and ran down stairs, almost breaking my neck on the second to last step.
I slipped on my white and hot pink converse, to keep with the colour scheme, the white to be slightly more unique.
I grabbed my 1953 Chevy keys and went out the door, locking it behind me.
Once I had unlocked the car and jumped into the drivers seat, I stuck my head phone buds into my ears and started the engine.
Next turning on Underdog by You Me At Six, mainly as my Chevy doesn't have a working radio, yeah it truly sucks but I love my faded orangey/red truck anyway.
I pressed down on the clutch before driving away.
Forks High School
The thirty minute drive to Forks High School seemed to go by quickly, too quickly if you asked me to be honest.
I climbed out of my truck, after turning off the engine, which caused the people who had arrived slightly early to stop, stare and whisper, no so descreatly.
So here I sat on the hood of my truck waiting for the bell to go...
And thats when I saw them...
(AN/ Hi everybody, yes I did delete the orignal one, and have started to re-write the second try, but I hope this was an improvment
Peace, Love and Taccoos!
Me! :D)
