Okay. So . I didn't realize that the links that I posted on my other chapters didn't work, so I'll post them on my profile. Take a look! You may notice some scenes that were included in a story that I deleted, I liked the scenes too much so I kept them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
I awoke to the unfamiliar feeling of the five senses. Usually it was rather quiet around my house, as the only people up and/or home at the time was my mother, and Shane. My mother was usually still asleep and Shane was a quiet kid in general. I usually awoke to the quiet tune of Sports Center, or quiet murmuring as mum urged herself to go back to sleep.
Now I awoke to strange, alien things. The whirring of Annabel's hairdryer, the weird and unfamiliar texture of the slightly scratchy sheets under me. The blaring of Sports Center drifted up the stairs, probably Dylan watching early morning TV.
As I walked down the stairs, I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of bacon and eggs. I wasn't used to having breakfast at home, having someone to cook, to be there to talk to in the morning. As I walked down the stairs, trying to be quiet, they creaked loudly; apparently ignoring my hopes. Aunt Crystal looked up, her curls were tied up with a bright orange scrunchie, and her smile almost blinded me.
" Well, G'mornin sweet pea. " She said, glancing at the bacon, which was sizzling away in the pan. She still had the slight southern accent, but being away from all those people, her accent had lost allot of its potency, but none of its charm.
" Mornin Aunt Crys" I said, yawning, and pushing some of my hair out of my eyes. I heard the clink of sound as she set the plate down in front of me. The plate that held eggs, toast and . . . . bacon? Hadn't my parents told her on the phone?
" Umm . . ." I said. Aunt Crystal was a very sensitive women when it came to her cooking.
" Whats the matter? Are the grits burnt?" She asked, bending over to check the ones on my plate, a fretting expression on her face. " They seem fine to me sugar, eat up."
" I can't . . I'm a vegetarian. I have been for several months now . . ." I said, nibbling on the toast with jam. Her eyes widened for a second, and she smiled. Peals of laughter emitting from her short frame.
" Ahh, Alex, you were the strange kid. A southern girl who's a vegetarian. I've heard just 'bout everything now. And from your family none the less!" She said, going back to flip the eggs.
What she mean is, that my family loves to eat meat. My brother Darren is a hunter, so he brings home elk, moose and lots a other stuff regularily. It was rather difficult at first, but then every time I thought about eating meat, a cute baby animals face and I can't bring myself to do it.
Dylan was sitting on the other side of the table than me. He was chowing down on what looked to be his second or third bowl of Cheetah Chomps. Her blonde hair was messy with bedhead and he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Not that anyone in this family cared.
" Hey." She said, starting in on her eggs, which were sunny side up. Dylan looked up, with his mouth full and smiled. Milk coming through the gaps in his teeth.
" Dylan Nathaniel Lyons!" Aunt Crys scolded, Dylan simply shrugged and continued eating. It was a silence, with nothing to fill it, but the sizzling of cooking grits.
" Dude." Dylan said, his thick eyebrows raising. " did you know cheetah's can run seventy miles per hour?"
I smiled, looking up. What other ten year old boy reads the back of cereal boxes?
" Wow, Dylan." Annabel's voice floated down the stairs. " What a fun and interesting fact." I could practically hear her eyes rolling. I scowled in the direction of the stairs.
" Whoa . . . . ." he continued, hunching over his bowl like a caveman. " One of its natural predators is the eagle! How awesome is that? Like the eagles all . . . . bwa! And the cheetah's all I don't think so!"
With that, he unleashed a mighty eagle-cry and karate chopped the air for a full fifteen seconds. Aunty and I both watched his wordlessly, trying not to crack a smile. It was then Alexandra asked the inevitable.
" Um . . . . Are you retarded?"
" Yes. " He replied, smiling and pointing his milk soaked spoon at him.
" Alexandra! Dylan enough!" She said, then glanced at the clock that was currently hanging near the stairs.
" Eat up doll, you have to go soon." She said, pointing with her spatula to where Annabel was coming down the stairs. Her short curly blonde hair was straightened. Her light blue eyes were lined with thick black, and made her look slightly crazed. Her hands were curled into balls at her side. But her face was lit up with the fakest of smiles. She was wearing a white t-shirt, with a navy blue fleece scarf over top, black skinny jeans and white pumps. That pissed me off. My outfit. God. It was happening all over again.
" C'mon cuz! Wouldn't want you to be late on your first day. We can even go early so I can have extra time to show you around." She said, and I had to stop myself from gagging at her words. She was such a faker. That's why Aunt Crys doesn't chastise her, because she thinks that we actually like each other. Man is that woman delusional.
Once we were outside, she remained quiet, her giggling and excitement gone, but it was still there, in case per say, someone was looking out the window. Once we got in her car and drove about a block, it demolished immediately.
" So . . . " I said, trying to break the silence. Her steel grip tightened on the steering wheel, if that were even possible.
" Look . . . I don't care what you do . . . who you screw . . . or how your time is in Forks. Just stay the hell away from me, and everything will be fine. " She said, glancing sharply and quickly between me and the road.
Like it was possible that she crash into another car. It was Forks, there's barely any cars out there. Especially at eight in the morning. It was then that she pulled into the parking lot of a very mismatched school. It barely even looked like a school, it was a ground scattered with brick building, each with a large white number on the front, sides and back. Lovely.
" Go to the office. I'm definitely not showing you around." She snapped, wheeling around and linking arms with a close girl, all I could make out about her was the white blonde color of her hair. I sighed, and walked around the first building, standing on tip toes and trying to see over people's heads. It was amazing, I was tall, about 5'7 even, and the people here were taller. What was in the water at Forks?
I was walking, turning my head every which way when I bumped into something very hard and very cold. To my intense surprise, it was a small girl, who held out her thin arms to keep me from face planting into the cement. At least I thought she was small. She looked about the height of Dylan, maybe a tad smaller, with short spiked black hair. Her skin was deathly pale, and her outstretched arm that was close to mine was deathly white, compared to my own tanned limb. Her eyes startled me, and caused me to jerk back. They were a topaz color, and contrasted with the inky color of her hair. It was strange. And her smell, it was like the sweetest perfume I had ever smelled, like all the best smells in the world combined.
She giggled, a sound of bells. Compared to my high and loud laugh. " Hello. I'm Alice Cullen." She said, taking the hand was that was clutched to her arm and shaking it.
" Alexandra Lyons." I said, smiling and shivering inwardly. Her hand was like ice, like concrete after being in the shade for a while. Her smile became larger at the twang in my voice.
" Nice to meet you. Are you new here?" She asked, shifting from foot to foot.
" Uh . . Yeah. I just moved here from South Carolina." I said, looking over her shoulder.
" Need something?" She asked, but for some strange feeling, I had a inkling that she already knew.
" Yeah, actually could you point me in the direction of the office?" I asked, adding a little sparkle to my voice. Some charm if you will.
" Of course." She said, turning around. She reached back, looped her arm through my own and pulled me along with her, somewhat forcefully, so I stumbled. I heard her do something, and at first I thought that I had heard her say something and I looked up, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at a guy who now stood before us.
He was pale, perhaps even paler than Alice, he had longish curly, honey colored hair, with a roundish face and deep set . . . . golden eyes? They were harder than Alice's, but softer than an actual gem? How was that? Were Alice and him siblings? Surely two different people couldn't have the same unique eye color. His squared jaw was clenched, his small eyes narrowed at her.
" Leo."
" Alice. Edward wanted to speak to you. I'm sure this young woman can find her way there by herself. Its only around the corner." He said shortly, but his voice was beautiful. His was hard, and tinted with anger but it was a deep haughty tone, which seemed slightly forced.
" Leo -" Alice began angrily. I cut her off before I was the start of a fight.
" Alice, its fine. I have to go find someone anyways. " I said, facing her and smiling. " It was nice to meet you, and you as well . . . Leo." I said, glancing in his general direction and walking quickly around the corner so that I was out of sight.
I almost screamed with relief when I saw the small brick building labelled " Office". It was then I heard a deep rumbling, somewhere in the distance, and it seemed to be getting closer. I turned and saw possibly the oldest truck I had seen, not counting ones in museums I had ever seen. It looked like it had been built in the early 40's, it was a fading red color, with huge rounded parts, like the fenders and the hood. I looked to see who was driving it, expecting maybe an old teacher, someone who had bought a used car when they were young, and kept it throughout their life.
Instead I caught a glimpse of just the girl I was looking for. Bella. I had to laugh to myself, sweet angelic Bella, in a huge, bulbous truck like that? Man oh man. She looked around, then her chocolate gaze caught mine, and she smiled, and the intensity of if nearly knocked me over. She looked rather nervous, but I didn't understand why. She was really pretty, and I was pretty sure the guys would like her. The girls . . . well . . . Bella was quite shy. She might have trouble connecting.
" Alexandra!" She called stepping out of her truck. She slipped, probably on some of the thin ice that covered the ground lightly and grabbed the metal handle of her door to hold herself up.
" Bella! " I fretted. As soon as she was sure she wouldn't fall, she slowly let go and walked over to where I stood, amused watching the whole thing. " Are you alright?" I asked.
" Fine" She said, and we walked up the small stone path towards the office.
ALICE'S POV
I couldn't believe it. Her. She. The girl Jasper saved. So her name was Alexandra. I couldn't believe that I had met her, Edward was beyond furious that I talked to her, but I knew it secretly pleased him that Jasper would have someone.
Flashback
I giggled as Leo grabbed my side, pressing his lips to the side of my spiky haired head. Leo. How I loved him.
" Hey." I said, turning around and pressing my lips to his.
" Well Hello yourself Ms. Cullen." He said, tipping his invisible hat. I laughed throwing my head back. " Why aren't you with the boys? Weren't you wrestling with Emmet?" I asked, looking towards the door. Maybe Rose had gotten in between them, Rose was the only person Emmet obeyed.
" With Edward. Esme got a little angry when I threw Emmet into the side of the garage and left a dent. I think Edward's finishing a song he wrote for Esme, Emmet and Rose are hunting, Esme's out shopping and Carlisle took the late shift at the hospital again. So we have this time all to ourselves." He said suggestively. It was then Jasper walked by, and he looked at us, locked in a loving embrace and a saddened look came across his immortal face.
Everyone in the family, minus Jasper and Edward had mates, loved ones. And most regularily showed that they were in love. I knew it was hard on Jasper. Jasper had been alive for fifty eight more years than I, and had been alone for nineteen years prior to that. He had never loved anyone in a romantic way, and I knew now that he had regretted it.
Edward on the other hand was a different case. In fact, being alone didn't seem to bother him. Sure, we all knew he got lonely sometimes, but he seemed pretty content with who he is. I knew that perhaps Edward would be different once he found a mate, but nobody knew a different Edward than he was now. We weren't sure if he could be different.
" God, I don't want to go back to school." Edward groaned, probably talking to Jasper. School, that was a rather interesting topic in the Cullen household. Edward hated high school, as did Leo . Rosalie loved the attention she got from boys when she went to high school, but loved using Emmet as a threat towards them even more. What a sadist. Emmet loved showing Rose off, and just showing off in general, so he was a fan of it. Jasper didn't mind, as he found it useful to fill up days.
I on the other hand loved school, it was a chance to meet so many different kinds of people, so many different personalities, and persona's.
Leo sighed into my hair, making me giggle as it softly tickled my scalp. " School. "
I giggled, but it was cut short as I was sucked into a vision.
It was perhaps in the late fall, I couldn't tell. It was late, dark and a light rain was falling. A tall redhead was racing down the streets . . . of Port Angeles? She was looking every which way, when her eyes caught something and she took off down an alley. She came to a lurching stop when she saw a group of people at a dead end. It was a group of men, most between 20 - 30 and they were circled around a frightened looking petite brunette.
" Hey!" The red head shouted at the group. All the men turned, and most smiled. Some cat-calls emitted from the group and the girl grimaced.
" Woohoo. We're lucky tonight boys. First this broad, and now another. And damn, look at that ass!" Once called, who seemed to be the leader.
Three or four men advanced and the girl backed up a few steps, but her eyes were fixed on the brunette. " Come here honey, give us a little peep show." A tall scruffy looking one called, reaching an arm out towards her.
It was then a figure moved behind the scruffy one, and he was hit, sending him flying into the wall. Touch her and die!" A voice snarled. Hold on, I knew that voice. It was Jasper!
His eyes were malicious and furious in the dim street corner light. His unruly hair was windswept.
I was brought back to the future with a sharp gasp. Edward stood in front of me, his eyes bewildered and his mouth ajar. Jasper would have someone. Then I realized it was a human and I thought. . .
This could be dangerous. Very dangerous.
End Flashback