I forgot to put this in the last chapter… I mean no offense to anyone with an eating disorder, it's a really serious disease and is not to be taken lightly.
I do not own anything cept Macey and the plot!
Chapter 2: Harder Better Faster Stronger
It felt like my body was on fire. I screamed with pain and agony, and squirmed, like a worm, trying to find a comfortable position. I never found one that made the pain dull. How could something be so painful? This went on for what seemed to be forever.
The pain slowly dulled and I opened my eyes. The walls of the room I was in was covered with paintings and shelves. I was lying on an arm chair, in a fetal position; what was left of my finger nails digging into the side of my legs. The model-like doctor from the was sitting in a high backed leather chair behind a polished oak desk across from the chair I was laying on, talking into a small silver phone. The pain slowly seceded and I sat up, feeling weak, but strong at the same time. When he saw me sit up, he said 'goodbye' and flipped it closed.
"What happened?" I asked rubbing my temples. I noticed my voice sounded smoother, silkier, like Dove chocolate. "Where am I?"
"You are in my personal office. I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen," he said, not answering my first question. His voice was very soft and kind. An unexpected jolt went through my body and I flinched. That made me remember the electroconvulsive therapy.
"What happened with the Electroconvulsive therapy?" I persisted. I knew he would tell the truth.
"It was unsuccessful," he said. "The amount of volts that went into your body was too much for you to handle."
"So I'm…dead?" I asked practically choking on the word, dead.
"In a way," He said. I looked blankly at him, not understanding what he meant. "I'm a vampire, and I have venom and if it gets in the bloodstream, you are frozen at the state that you were when you were bitten, and you become a vampire." he continued, his face grey and cold. I could tell he didn't like talking about this.
"So, I'm a vampire," I pieced together. "And I'm going to be 14 years-old, 5 feet 85 pounds for as long as I live."
"Yes. You'll live forever," He said.
"Forever?" I breathed incredulously, noticing how my Texan accent was magnified when I whispered. My family moved to Seattle from Austin, Texas a year ago. I still wasn't used to the cold climate and the almost constant rain.
"Yes," Carlisle said. I sighed and looked out the window just over Carlisle's head. Outside, everything was all green, my favourite colour…I think I would like it here.
"What about mama, daddy, and Ian? What do they think happened?" I asked: my eyes as big as watermelons.
"They, er, think you are dead," he said nervously. I sucked in a deep breath and continued asking questions.
"If you can live forever, than how old are you, Carlisle?" I asked, looking at his young façade. He looked to be about 30, yet I could see centuries of knowledge and wisdom behind his topaz eyes.
"I was born in the 1600's," he said calmly. My jaw dropped. He was that old? I forced my jaw closed.
"Wow," I whispered. I changed subjects. "Do vampires really suck blood?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "But my family and I don't."
"Really? Than what do you eat? Or drink? Or suck? Or whatever?" I asked sounding as jumpy as a jackrabbit.
"We drink animal blood," he said.
I changed the subject again. "Will I be able to go to school?" I asked.
"Yes, when you can control yourself."
"Oh…. How long does that take?" I asked, twiddling my fingers, really excited to go to a new school.
"As long as it takes," he sighed. "Now, I want you to meet my family," he said. I grunted and stood up.
We walked down a dark wood paneled hallway and down a lovely staircase. I saw a marvelous grand piano on a platform next to a Victorian style door. We walked into a beautiful kitchen. Who ever designed this house was an architectural genius.
"Esme, Love, this is Macey," he said to a woman who looked to be about 25 years old. She was stunning and had caramel hair, extremely pale skin, and topaz eyes. I noticed how her caramel hair didn't have one hair out of place, like my dads.
"Hi Macey," Esme said smiling warmly. Her voice also seemed so soft. "You have such lovely hair." My hair went down just below my shoulders and had side swept bangs, that covered up my widow's peak.
"Thank you," I smiled. "Your house is so lovely." I commented.
"Why thank you. I had some say in what happened with the final product." Someone flashed by me making me jump. A small girl with short spiky black hair and the same topaz eyes was standing next to Esme. She leaned forward on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek, like the French exchange student, Lucette, which lived with us last year, greeted us.
"Hi, my name's Alice," She paused, "and you're Macey," She finished. I nodded and took a breath, ready to ask how she knew who I was. "I can see the future," she said. That makes sense.
"Come on, Lets meet the rest," she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen. She danced up the stairs and into an office. A dark mahogany desk was in the left corner and a beige arm chair in the other. A black and white marble chess set was on a round, modern end table next to the arm chair. A boy was sitting behind the desk typing what looked to be a web page.
"Jasper!" Alice yelled. The boy jumped and the atmosphere in the room became tense. He turned around and looked at Alice, and then at me, staring longer at me. He had honey blonde hair, pale skin, and topaz eyes. I'm sensing a pattern here.
"Hello Alice," He said calmly. The atmosphere was much calmer now.
"Jasper, this is Macey. She's a new vampire," Alice said bluntly. She turned to me. "Macey, this is Jasper. He's an empath."
"Hi Jasper," I said and waved awkwardly.
"Hi Macey," He saluted casually with his index finger.
"Come on," Alice said and pulled me out of the office.
She dragged me to the south side of the house and into an L-shaped room. I couldn't call it a bedroom, because there wasn't a bed in it. It was more like a very big sitting room. The entire wall opposite of the door was glass, that had a view of a river. A gorgeous woman, who could be Jasper's twin, was lying on a very fancy suede chaise to the left of the door, with a face mask on, and cucumbers over her eyes. A very brawny, but still handsome, man was sprawled across a couch to the left of the door, notebook and pen in hand thinking deeply. He had curly dark brown hair, and of course, pale skin and topaz eyes.
"Emmett, Rosalie, this is Macey," Alice said smiling.
Rosalie sat up and removed the cucumbers from her topaz eyes. "That's great," she said and laid back down. She seemed so… so…encompassed in herself. Though I could understand, she was so beautiful.
"Hi Macey. Which is worse to get covered in? Modge Podge or super glue?" he asked me.
"Um…super glue," I said. I could detect a hint of question in my voice.
"Thank you," Emmett said and scrawled it down on the notebook. I could tell that would come back to bite me in the butt sometime.
"Now will you please leave? I'm trying to relax," Rosalie mumbled.
"Okay, but leave some scrub for me," Alice said and walked out, me following quickly behind. We walked up another staircase to the third level. I followed her to another bedroom above Rosalie and Emmett's. She nudged the door open.
The room looked different than the rest of the house. It had golden carpet, and the walls were covered in a fabric of one shade darker. The entire wall left of the door was covered in CDs, a very fancy stereo system next to a black leather sofa on the wall that the door was on. Like Rosalie and Emmett's room, the wall across from the door was entirely glass and had a view of the river.
This room is so cool! I thought.
A boy was laying on the sofa, a girls head resting on his chest. "Edward, Bella, this is Macey," Alice said. The boy, Edward, I assumed, turned around and waved. He was gorgeous like the rest, bronze hair, like my cousin Larissa, and I think you can guess what skin tone and eye colour he had. The girl, Bella, raised her head and smiled at me. She had brown hair, was stunningly beautiful, and pale skin, but instead of topaz eyes, she had light red eyes rimmed with black. I was shocked when I saw her eyes.
"Hi Macey," She said, and placed her head back on Edward's chest. Debussy's Nocturnes was playing softly in the background. I loved Debussy's Nocturnes. Edward smiled and closed his eyes.
"Edward, Carlisle's gonna call a family meeting in about five minutes," Alice said. She turned to me. "Let's go see your room," she smiled. She danced to the door next to Edwards and Bella's room. She stood aside and let me open the door. I inhaled sharply seeing my three favourite colours all over the room. I had a bed unlike the rest of the bedrooms in the house. The comforter was mainly white, with purple flowers and chartreuse vines crawling up the sides of the comforter. The floor was light wood. One entire wall was glass like Edward, Bella, Rosalie, and Emmett's room. Though four things made my heart jump up in my throat.
"How did you get those?" I asked, my voice shaky.
"We managed to get them at an auction. Your parents couldn't find them in your room."
"Thank you," I whispered. I picked up the collage I made of my family and layed down on the bed. I grabbed the bright pink blanket my great grandma knitted and used it as a pillow. I looked at the collage for about five minutes and hung it back on the wall. I opened up my great grandma's jewelry box and took out the custom made necklace my dad got me for my 13th birthday-a plain sliver chain with a small citrine volleyball charm- and put it on. I was the star player on my volleyball team.
I folded the blanket up carefully and set it up by the pillows on my bed.
"One thing we couldn't auction for was your clothes, so we're going on a shopping spree for you!" Alice cried excited. "You'll love all your clothes!"
"Alice, Macey, would you please come down to the dining room," Carlisle said at the door all of a sudden.
"Okay," Alice smiled, and danced out of my room. I followed her into the dining room. I took a seat next to Alice, right as Carlisle cleared his throat. Emmett put down his notebook smiling giddily. Rosalie continued to paint her nails. Edward and Jasper were looking blankly at Carlisle. Bella had a light happy smile dancing across her lips. Alice was staring ahead her eyes not focused on Rosalie, but glazed over. Esme was smiling at Carlisle.
"I'm glad you all came-" Rosalie interrupted Carlisle.
"This isn't a meeting Carlisle. Tell us what you want," Rosalie said staring hard at Carlisle, still painting her nails.
"Everyone tell Macey about being a vampire," Carlisle said in a bored voice.
"All of your senses are magnified," Edward said. "I was empathetic when I was a human so now I can read minds."
"I had premonitions," Alice said smiling.
"I was charismatic," Jasper said.
"I was beautiful," Rosalie said. Hard to imagine that.
"I was strong," Emmett smiled.
"I was motherly," Esme added.
"I was compassionate," Carlisle said.
"I was clumsy," I looked at her oddly. "I take a lot to get hurt,"
"What did I bring?" I asked excited.
"Alice," Carlisle said to her. Her eyes glazed over and only a look of pure concentration was on her face. She blinked and turned to me. She smiled and laughed.
"What?" I whisper-yelled, my eyes growing larger.
"It's like the sixth sense," she giggled. "You see dead people. But they don't want you to do anything for them."
"What?" I said, sounding quite dim.
"You can see and interact with ghosts," She said calming down.
"Cool. So…what else is enhanced," I asked excited.
"Pretty much everything," Bella said. "The first year of being a vampire is the best," she said smiling.
"Well, I think its time for 'bed'" Esme smiled. She used finger quotations around 'bed'. I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion.
"Vampire's can't sleep," Carlisle said noticing my expression.
"Oh." Dreams were my favorite part of sleeping. I loved being able to slip into blissful ignorance.
"Macey, you gotta come into my room!" Alice said and grabbed onto my wrist. She guided me to the room next to Jasper's office, that had her painted all over it. The sofa across from the door was a baby blue suede, a French door showed the large closet. A large, pink, yellow, blue and purple art deco mural was on the wall across from the closet. A book shelf and a plasma screen TV was on the wall across from the sofa. She led me to the closet and opened up the door. I gasped at the amount of clothes packed into the closet. I had never seen this many clothes outside a department store.
"Until we go shopping tomorrow, you can wear some of my clothes," She said. "You're a little bit taller than me, but I wear my jeans long."
"Thank you," I said hypnotized at how many designer labels there were. "Can I…touch them?" I asked staring at the massive amount a shirts ahead.
"Yes, I bought them to be used," she said. I floated ahead and started looking at the many designer shirts. I picked out a simple lime green, longleeve mock turtleneck, grey and black striped zippered sweater, and almost white washed wide leg jeans. They all fit perfectly. I hugged Alice and then went to my bedroom.
I placed the clothes on my bed, jumped on my bed and closed my eyes. I slowly sunk into a sea of eternal boredom.
Well that was kinda boring but it was long kinda…. I'm gonna be writing another story about the year where Macey is kinda learning restraint and other stuff, but she and the other Cullens are gonna get bored. A lot. so yeah pretty much! I'm gonna be camping and I'm gonna learn how to play volleyball, but there isn't gonna be any internet soo… yup!
r&r pweez!
Bella
