Never Knew I Needed

Chapter 1

Forks, Washington.

The town name sounded boring compared to the busy streets of Chicago, Illinois. Talyn Willow couldn't believe she was here, leaning back against the front passenger seat, rolling her eyes when her godmother kept her eyes on the road. Of course the woman would be judgmental, but that was fine because Talyn didn't care.

She looked down at her black fingerless leather gloves, knowing her appearance would no doubt bring a shock to the town. Her outfit consisted of a black tank top with fishnet arm warmers. The tank top had a five pointed star in midnight blue embroidery on the front with 'Devil's Child 666' on the back along with black cargo pants that had chains dangling from them every which way.

She had a black belt in the loops with a buckle that had a gothic silver cross. Two inched knee high boots were on her feet that had buckles and small spikes up the length. Her hair was a deep midnight blue that looked jet black in certain lights. Her lips were painted black along with her nails, dark thick black eyeliner around her ice blue eyes along with dark midnight blue eye shadow in a cool fire shaped design. On her right upper arm was a tattoo in midnight blue lettering with her name scrawled in gothic lettering.

Talyn was definitely a different ball of wax.

Mandy Weber was talking about Talyn attending Forks High School to finish out her senior year, but the girl wasn't listening, simply studying the puny town before her with a derisive snort. What the hell was there to do in this town besides burn it down? Talyn knew her parents sent her to her own personal hell when they called up her godmother.

'This seriously fucking sucks.' She thought, already irritated, nodding when her godmother asked if she was listening to her. 'Why would I listen to an overweight stuffed pig like you Mandy?' Talyn rolled her eyes, tapping her fingers against her arm, knowing Angela would be shocked to see her again.

Mandy pulled in the driveway about twenty minutes later and Talyn instantly stepped out, her chains rattling as she looked around the town, already feeling a chill in the air. It didn't bother her because she was used to cold weather in Chicago, simply opening the back door to retrieve her bags. Talyn knew as long as she had her laptop and cell phone, everything would be fine.

"Hey mom!" Angela called excitedly, rushing out of the door, stepping dead in her tracks at the sight of her god sister –that's what they called Angela to Talyn-, blinking in shock. "Talyn, is that you?"

"No it's the fucking Easter bunny."

"Talyn, watch your language please." Mandy requested, walking past her daughter with worry in her eyes, heading inside with one of Talyn's bags.

"Wow, you've really changed." Angela said softly, Eric Yorkie standing right beside her, who was her current boyfriend. They'd been dating for about a year and couldn't believe senior year was already here. "It's been a long time…"

Eric was afraid to speak for fear of the gothic witch casting a spell on him.

Talyn could smell his fear and smirked, flashing her white teeth.

"Uhhh I'm gonna get going Angie. I'll call you later." Eric took off running to his car, peeling away moments later, leaving tire burn marks in the road.

"Hmmm nice to know I haven't lost my touch." Talyn murmured thoughtfully, looking back at Angela, who looked afraid to come near her. Oh this was too amusing and it shone in Talyn's pale blue eyes.

"Don't mind him, he gets skittish around new people." Angela said, making an excuse up for Eric's behavior, wrapping her arms around herself. This was really awkward as Angela chewed her bottom lip, pushing the glasses up on her nose. "He'll warm up to you in no time I'm sure."

"Highly unlikely, Ang." Talyn snorted, pulling a pack of cigarettes from one of her cargo pockets, arching an eyebrow when Angela gasped in shock. "Oh please, I'm eighteen. I can smoke if I fucking want to."

"B-But…T-There's no smoking allowed in the house…" Angela stammered, trying to regain her composure, but it was kind of hard considering the girl she once knew had completely changed. Even her hair had and Angela noticed a blue tint to it, swallowing hard.

"So I won't smoke outside. It's not a fucking crime, Ang, so chill out." Talyn snapped, clearly annoyed as she rolled her eyes, lighting a Newport up and inhaling deeply. She couldn't believe she was here and closed her eyes, trying not to think about the reasoning behind it.

Angela didn't know what else to say and rushed back inside the house, knowing she had to tell her mother about Talyn smoking. Mandy sighed when she heard that, not at all surprised, and simply waved her daughter off dismissively. She had to talk to Bradley when he came home about this situation, knowing he would be back from hunting sometime later that night.

'This place is boring central. Dear god, what the fuck am I supposed to do for the next year stuck in a place like this?' Talyn thought angrily, taking a larger drag from her cigarette, feeling her cell phone vibrating on her hip.

She flipped it open and immediately shut it, putting it on silent. There was no way in hell she was talking to her parents after what they did to her. This was completely bull and they knew it, but as usual, they always listened to the others before their own daughter. Talyn knew Mandy and Brad would try controlling her and she would do what she did with her parents, chew them up and spit them right back out.

"Talyn, please come here!" Mandy called from the front door, causing her to sigh heavily as she finished her cigarette, putting it out and flicked it across the street, heading up the driveway toward her new prison. "Please don't do that again. Throw them away."

"Whatever." Talyn muttered, stepping inside the seventies flashback looking living room, wrinkling her nose.

It even smelled old, how convenient. Talyn walked through the small living room into the dining room, sitting down when Mandy tapped the chair, deciding to oblige her. She propped her feet up on the table, folding her arms in front of her chest, looking at Mandy with cold pale blue eyes.

"I wanted to go over the rules with you." Mandy stated, shoving her goddaughter's feet off of the table. "And that won't be tolerated either."

"Mands, let me stop you right now. Now if you want me to follow your rules, I have a few of my own. Number one, you don't touch my shit." She ignored her godmother's glare, counting them out on her fingers. "Number two, you let me wear what I want because I'm gonna do it anyway and number three, you allow me to smoke as long as it's away from your house and I'm 'respectful' about it. Now, if you can follow those three rules of mine, then I have no problem following yours."

Mandy took several deep breaths, not believing the attitude her goddaughter had, silently making a mental note to pray for her later on. "Very well, I don't see a problem with that IF your attire is appropriate and not scandalous." She was going to compromise with Talyn, arching an eyebrow when it looked as if Talyn would disagree with that term.

"I don't wear anything scandalous or raunchy. I'm not a slut or a whore." She grunted, tapping her fingers on the table before raking a hand through her hair.

"Rule number one," Mandy ignored that comment, folding her hands on the table. "There is no profanity allowed in this house. If you curse, there will be a punishment. Rule number two, the smoking I don't mind as long as you do OUTSIDE of the house and I will be checking your room every day to make sure you're not doing it inside."

"I won't be smoking in your precious household, you can count on that." Talyn had a little respect left inside of her and she wouldn't want that done in her house if the tables were reversed. "The cussing I don't know about because it's a part of my vocabulary. I can try, that's the best I can do."

"Well if you do, then you will be punished with a chore." Mandy wasn't backing down, absolutely loathing profanity, and leaned back against the chair. "Rule number three, you have a curfew eighteen years old or not. I want you in this house not one SECOND past midnight."

Talyn could already feel her anger overtaking her, just mutely nodding, knowing she had to follow the rules if Mandy was going to respect hers.

"Rule number four, you do have chores around here and I expect them to be done in a timely fashion. Angela has her chores as well along with Isaac and Joshua." They were twins and younger brothers of Angela. "That means that the day you are scheduled to do dishes, they are to be done right after school after your homework should you have any."

"I don't clean bathrooms and if you try forcing me, I'll shove your fucking head down the toilet." Talyn growled, eyes narrowed to slits, wondering when that profanity rule kicked in because right now she was ticked off.

Mandy rubbed her temples, clearly not getting through to her goddaughter, deciding she'd let that one slip slide. "Fine, no bathrooms. I usually do those anyway because the kids don't know how to do them properly." She muttered, crossing one leg over the other. "Rule number five, if you are going somewhere, I want to know who you're with and leave me a number where I can reach you. If you don't, you will be punished with more chores."

"Christ, how many fucking chores are there to do around this dump?" Talyn snapped, standing up from the table, knowing she couldn't sit any longer or she'd probably end up breaking the damn thing in half.

"Enough to make that mouth of yours shut up." Mandy stated, standing up as well, folding her arms in front of her chest. "It's not my fault you're here, Talyn. I didn't do anything wrong except try to help your parents straighten you out before you end up dead in a ditch somewhere!"

"Oh fuck you! You don't know shit about my life, lady! You haven't been there for me since I was ten years old! Guess what, people change and I'm not changing for anyone. I'll do your goddamn chores because I refuse to hold my tongue around you or anyone else! Believe it or not, Mands, this isn't my fault either! I shouldn't fucking be here!" She shouted angrily, every part of her body beginning to tremble, though no tears stung her eyes. It took A LOT to make Talyn cry and she'd only done it a few times in her entire life that she could remember.

Mandy was losing her patience fast, walking around the table to face her goddaughter, not believing they were already getting into an argument. "You listen to me and listen good, Talyn Willow, it isn't my fault you're here either. It's not my fault you and your friends decided to do what you did and it's not my fault you got kicked out of school for nearly burning it down…"

"Which I didn't do!" Talyn protested, throwing her hands up in the air when Mandy tried talking again, shaking her head in disbelief. "You know what? I'm done talking to you. I'm going up to my room and if you have any more rules for me, just fucking write them down and I'll plant a stamp on them and send them out the fucking door!"

She didn't give Mandy a chance to say anything else and ran up the stairs, finding the room with her stuff, and slammed the door with so much force, the hinges nearly broke off. She wasn't surprised that there wasn't a lock on her door, deciding that would be changing. She had some money saved up from her bank account she secretly set up without her parents knowing.

She did it a few months ago when she turned eighteen, wishing she was out of school already. She had to repeat fifth grade, which is why she was graduating before everyone else. Again, if she didn't have a moronic teacher who actually knew what he was talking about, she wouldn't be in this predicament either.

Whipping her cell phone out, Talyn checked her messages, rolling her eyes when she saw her parents had called. She decided to let them stew or talk to Mandy, refusing to return their call. Luckily, the cell phone wasn't in their name, it was in hers and she could keep it going as long as she found a job around this ghost town.

Plopping back on the bed, Talyn looked up at the ceiling, hating the flower wallpaper that surrounded her, knowing that would have to change too. Mandy would hate her by the time she graduated from Forks High School, hardly able to wait for that to happen. Of course, that meant she couldn't skip classes, which Talyn more than likely would do just on principal. She missed her friends, sighing heavily, and pulled her bag on the bed. Unzipping it, Talyn sifted through it before pulling out the folded up picture, closing her eyes as she tried hard to keep the tears at bay.

Running her fingers down the picture, Talyn could already feel the tears sliding down her pale cheeks, knowing her black makeup was being smeared. How could something so simple end as tragic as it had? Serena Willis was beautiful with fiery red hair and deep green eyes, a total Goth, though she had a punk fashion to her.

Brandon Mortar was the guy in between her and Serena with jet black hair and gray eyes. He was built nicely, standing well over six feet tall, a total Goth as well. Talyn had recently broken up with him after what happened, which was the main reason by Talyn was stuck in Forks, Washington right now.

It was supposed to be a simple come and go, the plan flawless. She still wondered how it blew out of proportion because it wasn't anything out of the ordinary they did. She still couldn't believe what happened, what she had witnessed, and wiped the tears away hastily.

Taking a knife out of her boot, in a hidden compartment, Talyn stuck it on the wall right above her bed, needing both of them to be as close to her as possible. She missed them more than anything. They were her true family, the only people who fully understood her, or used to be.

Not anymore because Serena was dead.