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Chapter Two: New Beginning
We finally made it to our new house in London within a day from our old house in Billand, Denmark. I looked at my watch. 4:23 a.m.
I turned onto the long gravel driveway leading up to the house and turned off my car. I stepped out and into the dark autumn air and snuck a glance at the house.
It was beautiful, and even to my vampire eyes I couldn't see any flaws. This three story house is absolutely perfect and absolutely ours. It's a deep burgundy color with white accents around the windows and borders. The roof's a shimmering grey that seemed to sparkle even at night in mid-October.
I forced my eyes away from the house and turned to look at the twins to see their reactions. Their expressions were the funniest thing I've ever seen. They were leaning towards the house, with their mouths wide open, and it looked like their eyeballs were going to pop out. I doubled over in laughter.
"You guys look so funny like that, are you trying to catch flies or something?" I managed to choke out between giggles.
After I finally calmed down enough to look at them again they were both glaring at me.
"What?" I asked, still grinning. "It was funny, you should have seen your faces. Oh, wait, you can!" I grabbed their hands and closed my eyes. I brought up the memory, projecting it to them in their minds, and a second later they were on the ground rolling from laughter. I stood and giggled at the two of them until they calmed down.
"Okay, okay," Mickey said, "it is funny, but let's go check out the house now. We still have to unpack, go furniture shopping, and get registered for school."
Chey and I agreed, grabbed our stuff from our cars and headed toward the house. When we walked through the big mahogany door we set the boxes down and looked around on the first floor. I stole a look at the twins and saw that they were already enjoying the house. I knew that they would like the comforting caramels and warm browns of the walls.
There was already furniture here but it's outdated and dusty. I sat down on the couch around the small coffee table and made a mental note to get new furniture soon.
"Okay, so far this house is awesome," Mickey said. She set her boxes down and flopped down on the couch next to me. "How did you get this house? You couldn't have bought, especially on such short notice."
I shrugged. "Before we met and after I was changed, I moved out of Forks in fear of giving into my bloodlust and killing everyone there, so I came here. The house was already empty, so I moved in and waited until I knew I was strong enough not give into my bloodlust."
Right after I said that, Chey became angry, while Mickey was deep in thought about something.
"You came here 14 years ago, that's not enough time for people to die or forget you, someone like you is unforgettable!" Chey exploded, flailing her arms madly. "What if there's some old teacher at school and he recognizes you?! We'll either have to kill him, or the Volturi will kill us!!"
Mickey was chuckling beside me at the sight of her sister acting like a two-year old.
I stood up to be eye-level with Chey. I stared defiantly into her topaz-eyes. "I never went out in public," I declared angrily, "which means no one saw me! Don't make conclusions when you don't even know what happened, Chey."
Chey looked down. "Sorry, I just thought…" she mumbled guiltily.
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her.
"S'okay, I know you didn't mean it, it's just who you are," I assured her. Mickey joined in the hug.
"Okay, okay," Chey said, pulling back from the group hug. "Enough love, let's go see upstairs and pick rooms, then we fight over them." She linked her arm with me, and Mickey linked her arm with my other. Our trio marched up the stairs.
Once we made it upstairs, we scouted the rooms together, seeing which ones we liked best. Chey and Mickey got into a fight about which room they wanted, which could only be expected. They finally agreed that Mickey will get the master bedroom with all the small windows, while Chey got a smaller room with one big window looking over the forest. I got a room smaller than Mickey's but bigger then Chey's with a balcony looking over the front yard and driveway.
After finally getting settled on who got which room, we looked over them to see if they need any work, such as plastering, painting or new flooring. Mickey and I inspected her room together, while Chey did her's on her own. Chey wanted to do it by herself, so we respected her wishes.
Mickey and I were chattering quietly, when we were rudely interrupted by an outburst from Chey.
"THESE CLOSETS ARE TINY!! HOW THE HELL AM I GOING T FIT ALL MY CLOTHES, SHOES AND ACCESSORIES IN HERE?!?!"
Mickey and I exchange a smirk and walked across the hall from Mickey's room to Chey's. When we opened the door, Chey was sitting in front of her closet on the floor, fuming.
"What am I supposed to do with my clothes, I have no room in this tiny thing called a closet!"
"Well," I said, "there are three extra rooms. You could use—" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before Chey leaped up and raced out of the room.
Mickey and I exchanged a worried glance and ran downstairs at vampire speed. When we reached the bottom step I let out a yelp and ducked to avoid the flying boxes of Chey's stuff.
"Stupid telekinetic vampire," I muttered as another box went flying above my head.
"Move out of the way!!" Chey screeched as she made the rest of the boxes soar upstairs. I sighed. I grabbed my boxes and carried them upstairs, while Mickey did the same. After all the boxes were upstairs, I went to my room and did the check-up. I decided that I would repaint, and I sat down in the middle of my bare room, pulling out a notepad and a pen.
"Chey, Mickey, come here, please," I said in a normal tone, knowing they can hear me just fine. Mickey entered first (Chey quickly following after) and sat down on the floor beside me.
"Okay," I said, "is there anything you want to change about your rooms or closets?"
Mickey answered first. "I just need forest green paint and furniture for my room. As for the closet, I need shelves and turquoise paint."
Next was Chey. "For my room I need hot pink paint and furniture. For my closet, I need shelves and plum purple paint." I made note of both of these and wrote them down.
Then I wrote down what I was getting. Room: Midnight blue paint, furniture. Closet: Gold and black paint, hangers, dresser, etc. I looked back on the list and widened my eyes because the first two colors I had chosen just happen to be the colors of Edward's old room in Forks.
Thinking of Forks and Edward made the hole wrench open. I crossed my arms around my torso trying to keep myself from falling apart. My breathing was ragged. Chey's arms encircled my waist pulling me closer to her, all the while whispering soothing nothings in my ear. I looked up at Mickey, and wondered if the twins had traded bodies. She was standing up, fuming. Normally she's the one calming me while Chey's fuming.
"If I ever see that ass, he's dead," she snarled. "I swear, he will pay. I'll rip him limb from limb and burn him and take his ashes and throw it off a damn cliff! But even that won't be enough payback for how much pain he's caused you. Oh, and if you ever see him and no one's there, tell us, and we will track him and kill him." Mickey had a wild, fiery look in her eyes, and she was taking deep breaths. After a few seconds she calmed down and sat again beside me, stroking my hair.
"I'm sorry," se said. "It just it makes me so mad how he hurt you like that." She smiled sadly and hugged me, as did Chey. After a few minutes off silent hugging I was able to breathe again. I stood up, pulling them along with me.
"Are you sure you don't need to plaster the wall or change the flooring?" I asked. They shook their heads. "Okay, come on, then! Let's go shopping. It's 9 a.m right now, and we have a lot to do."
"Well, the what are we waiting for?!" Chey shrieked, pulling us out of my room and out of the house to our cars.
"We're taking mine," Mickey said calmly, already over her little rant and back to her usual self. I shrugged and got in the backseat while Mickey got in the driver's seat and Chey in passenger's.
"Hey, we should probably register ourselves for high school on our way back from shopping," I said.
"Yeah, that's a good idea, and I need a new outfit to wear to school," Chey said dreamily.
"Chey," Mickey said, "I think Bella was talking 'bout furniture shopping, not clothes shopping. Anyway we need to know what type of high school to go to, like Public, Private or Catholic. Then we can decide which one we'll actually register for."
"I know that Mickey, I'm not stupid..."
"Could've fooled me," Mickey retorted. I enjoyed watching their banter.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, so how about if we have enough time after shopping for the 'important stuff' like furniture we can go clothes shopping. Anyway, I think we should to a private school because..." Chey droned on and on about why we should go to a Private school. I tuned her out and watched the rain race across the car window.
"Well I think we should go to a Catholic school because..." Mickey started speaking while Chey was already preaching about the awesomeness of private schools. They both started arguing, fighting like children. Typical.
"Can you two shut up for five minutes?" I asked. "I'm getting a headache even though I'm a vampire, so that's nearly impossible, but you guys are so annoying that you're giving a freaking vampire a headache!" I shrieked over their banters.
They both turned back to look at me sheepishly and whispered in unison, "Sorry."
"S'okay," I mumbled. I leaned my head back against the black leather headrest and closed my eyes, listening to the soft purr of the car's engine as I thought.
After a few minutes of silence I spoke up. "Ok so I say we go to a public school. Even if guys don't agree, I'm still going, but I'd rather have you there with me 'cause I love you both too much to leave you." I still had my eyes closed so I didn't get to see their expressions.
I heard them quietly say, "Okay." The rest of the car ride was silent. But even though the trip should have taken half an hour, it was only about five minutes because of Mickey's insane driving.
Her wheels screeched to a stop in front of the store and she turned the car off. I opened my eyes and got out of the car, getting ready for four hours of hell.
"Finally, we're home," I said exasperatedly as I got out of the car. I turned back around and grabbed all the shopping bags from the backseat while Chey made the closet accessories float towards the house while she and I walked followed after them. Mickey was on the phone with the store manager asking for an overnight delivery for the furniture we ordered. At the same time, she was balancing all the paint cans on top of each other, on her open palm. I chuckled.
As soon as we entered the house we all got started on the bedrooms, and closets. We didn't finish until almost four in the morning. Just as we finished all the painting, the truck with all the furniture came up, so we got back to work.
At exactly five in the morning we were done, so we decided to take a break and go hunting so we wouldn't kill anyone at St. Luke's Public High School. (Thank God we finally decided on a school.)
I set off into the forest with my sisters, but we all parted ways to find our own prey. I let my vampire instincts take me over as I sunk into a crouch and followed the smell of deer grazing about a mile away. I shot off into the forest, still in my hunting crouch, following the irresistible smell of blood. As I got to my destination, I jumped out from the bush I was hiding behind and went for the kill of the unsuspecting deer.
Heyy, my favorite readers, sorry that this chapter isn't that interesting; it was more of a filler than anything else, because without this chapter the story wouldn't make sense later on. Well, good news is that Bella, Chey and Mickey are going to high school the next chapter. Stay tuned and see what happens next. Lovez you all,
XoX Belle XoX