Donella Meets The Cullens
March 2010
Donella walked down the corridor. She was bored out of her mind. Her 900 years were catching up to her and she was scared, scared she'd end it, scared of death.
She'd compelled the Chief of Police to think that she was his daughter, no one would question him, and she thought 'Hey! Why not play human for awhile, might give me something to do'. So she had enrolled into this small, school in this small, rinky dink town.
Forks.
Gods, even the name was bad, but never mind, it's not like there is much else to do that she hadn't already-
"Ow!" Donella winced, on instinct, as she fell down.
"Oh, I'm sorry." A strong, male voice said.
She looked up and instantly froze.
Cold One.
Damn.
"Are you ok, mam?" He asked, offering her his hand.
"Er, yes, yes, just find." Her natural foreign accent coming through slightly. She cleared her throat as she accepted his hand and stood up, his skin was only slightly colder and paler than hers.
She knew the Cold One must have noticed, but he didn't comment.
"Jasper Hale." He told her once she was standing.
"Bella Swan." She replied, automatically.
"Hmm." He hummed. He looked at her critically. He noticed her bracelet but he didn't outwardly say, or even think, anything about it. "Chiefs daughter?"
"Erm, yeah."
Donella was starting to feel uncomfortable under his cold, no pun intended, stare.
The bell rung and Donella jumped, "I've got to go." She murmured, rushing off to class.
That morning Donella was subjected to stares and whispers, all of which she could hear, but she just kept her head down and continued on her way.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
At lunch she was the first one in the hall. She sat at a table and kept her head down as she ate her sandwich and read her book.
"You're in my seat." A female, bitchy voice said as she was just getting into the book.
Donella looked up and saw a whole clan of Cold Ones around her.
Oh Come ON!
She quickly got up, "Oh, I'm sorry, I, I didn't know." She quickly gathered up her things and was about to leave when the rustic-haired one asked her to stay.
She turned around and cautiously looking at them before hesitantly sitting down in the chair provided.
Ok, hold the record- why in the seven hells am I acting like this? Like I'm human? Stupid? Actually, that's probably a good thing.
She thought, looking at the Cold Ones. She knew that, although there was no spoken problem between the two species, they didn't openly talk and Donella had to admit- she was curious.
What were Cold One's like? How did they live? Are they just like Traditional Vampires? Or are they as bloodthirsty as she had been told?
She did not realize back then that her choice to get involved with these Cold Ones would spiral out of control, that she would get stuck with them and there would be no way out.
Well, not for awhile, at least.
