Revolutionary--
Forks. The puny little town in Washington, a place where the rain is always falling. It's vacant of sunlight, always cloudy, and deprived of most humanity. The population is far below that of Pheniox, the place I most recently visited, only a bit over three thousand and twenty-five. And everything is green. Green moss covering trees, green grass, green leaves, green long stretches of land. It's quite a pitiful, lonley place. And that may be why I'm here. Maybe my feet carried me here because I just wanted to be alone, isolated. Maybe I came here because I was running again. From my past, my memories. I didn't know. I didn't care. I was here, and here I would stay... for now.
The first thing I noticed when I entered this town was that there were other vampires here. There smell followed, pursued me everywhere- it lingered on every patch of grass, every tree. And it could just be a vampire. No, the scent was to strong for just one. There couldn't be any less than five. And that was suprising. Vampires travled alone or in pairs. Never in groups. Except one 'family' of vampires, royalty amoung our kind, the Volturi.
But that wasn't the only scent I noticed. No. I scrunched my nose. The smell of werewolf was almost stronger than the scent of my kind. The pack must be large; there was probably decendants of t he first known werewolf kind here. But... this was odd. I never thought I would come across it. Mortal enemies- vampires and werewolfs living in one area together. Forks was a rather interesting place, after all.
I could tell they didn't exactly live together, though. No, I was on the long, dirt path that seperated their teritories. To the left was the werewolfs turf, to the right the vampires. I wondered which side I should go on. The vampires may not be too eager to have guest- I wouldn't be suprised if they demanded my apology for stepping on their land and then ordered me away. And the werewolves wouldn't be quiet... pleased, either. But... the werewolves territory was far more appealing. After all, I despised having to appologize. So, without a second thought on the matter, I stopped in the middle of the rode, turned my entire body to the left, and slowly as well as deliberatley put both feet upon the werewolves over-green turf.
I was immediatley surrounded by, on one side, vampires, on the other werewolves. I examined over all of the werewolves. There were more than I had thought-- definatley more than ten. And one was... a female? I didn't think that was possible. It had to be rare.
"Hm... how odd... you must be quiet rare... I never thought I'd see a were-woman." I said in a light tone, more to myself than anyone else, though I knew everyones sensitive ears had heard what I had said. The female growled lowly and the largest wolf stepped in front of her, growling loudly. I frowned, then shrugged. Oh well, I'd get to see what she looked like more in the near future. I turned to face to vampires, stepping back onto the road. In the front was a man that was obviously the leader, a bit behind him, to his left, was a woman vampire- probably his mate-- and behind him were two girls and three boys. A family, huh?
"Hello, comrade, what brings you to Forks? And may I ask your name?" The coven leader asked, smiling at me. My face stayed passive as I looked him over. He looked like a run away model, with his short, blond hair, the way he stood at 6'2", and had a slender but muscular appearance. His skin was obviously pale and he seemed to be around twenty three years old.
"You may ask me anything you like, but I won't answer anything I don't feel I need to. And obviously you never learned any manners- it's only polite to tell your own name before asking somebody elses." I said, my eyes locked with his. But he didn't know his- I wore a black hooded cloak- they couldn't see any feature of my face.
"My name is Carlisle, and this is my wife, Esme." He said, jesturing to the woman beside him, who smiled kindly at me. He stepped forward, and held out his hand, preparing for me to shake it.
"And the others?" I asked, and he put down his hand, seeing that I wasn't going to take it. A male impatiently stepped forward. His face was perfect and angular, like all of theirs—high cheekbones, strong jaw line, a straight nose, and full lips. He had messy hair which retained an unusual bronze shade. His eyes seemed to be a very dark, blackened shade of gold, and it looked to me as if he had purple bruises under his eyes. He needed to go hunting.
"My name is Edward." He said, trying to look past my hood. What was he trying to look at? My eyes, I figured. I ignored him completley as the next one, a girl stepped forward. She was petite and pixie-like at the height of about 4'10". She had short, spiky, black hair in a cute cut and a kind smile on her face. She seemed to wear a bit of eye make-up, which was usual for a teen, and also had pale skin, of course. Her eyes were a purplish color, and she was wearing a purple and black plaid skirt with a strapless black top that had black skull fabric coming off of a regular-styled, plain strapless tee. She dressed like a normal teenager.
"Hi, my name is Alice, Alice Cullen! I hope we can be great friends-- I can see into the future, but I haven't seen you for some reason! Oh, and this is my boy friend/ husband for a long time, Jasper Hale!" She said in a perky voice, all in one breath. She was pointing to a male teen beside her. He- Jasper- had longish blonde hair in layers, blue eyes, pink full lips, and dark, long eyelashes. He wore a long-sleeved silk shirt over black slacks and had a tall, lean but muscular frame. He smiled lightly at me.
"Rosalie, Emmette." A blonde, model-like teen said. Beside her was a rather large vampire, more muscular than most, with a heavy smile on his face. He looked like he wanted to add something, but before he could, the pale-skinned beauty roughly pulled him back. She didn't seem all to friendly, I noticed, compared to the rest of the coven. But I couldn't let their friendliness full me; for all I knew, it was fake. Carlisle looked at me expectanly. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Isabella." I said, simply. He waited for me to say more. I didn't.
"You're... italian?" He asked after a long moment. I quirked an eyebrow. Oh. Isabella was an italian name. The Volturi were italian. He thought I was part of the Volturi.
"Yes. Your point?" I asked innocently. He looked at me expectantly. He was starting to annoy me. "I'm not in the Volturi." I informed. All the vampires winced visibley at the name. I had the erge to laugh, something I hadn't done in quite some time. They were so stupid. Afraid of the Volturi?
"Don't say their name in front of the damn werewolves!" The bronze haired one, Edward, ordered, glaring at me. I almost did laugh this time. He was ordering me around. I could kill him in seconds if I was serious.
"And what gives the right of such a low-ranked vampire, who has been trying to read my mind for the last five minutes, and has failed for the last five minutes, the right to order me around?" I demanded, turning toward him as I spoke. He growled, and got into a fighting stance. I did the same. I hadn't fought in a long while. This would be fun. I heard the vampires yip in excitment- one less vampire wouldn't make them sad.
Edward threw a large rock at me. I caught it in my right hand with ease and reduced it to ash. He threw another one. I did the same to it with my left hand. He threw one more. I ducked. The wind blew. The wind blew the rock more downward than it was supposed it go. The rock caught my hood and tore it off my head, making it fall and lie back onto my shoulders. All of the Cullens gasped. This amused me, but my face stayed immpasive, as always.
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The Cullens gawked at the most beautiful vampire they had ever seen that now stood in front of them. She- Isabella- had dark brown hair in perfect ringlets that reached her waist and blew back in the light wind. Her pale skin was luminescent, even without the sun light. Her high cheekbones, strong jaw line, straight nose, and full lips, soft pink lips, made her face look like an angels. Her eyes were covered by a dark pair of shades, so you still couldn't see the color, but none the less, she was beautiful. She was short- or rather, petite. She had a large chest despite her shortness, and curves in all the right places.
She removed her shades slowly and threw them on the ground, stepping on them. The Cullens eyes grew even wider, if possible. They stared at her eyes in wonder. One was red, the other gold.
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"What?" I asked, as they continued to gawk at me. Carisle recovered the quickest.
"Prehaps we could discuss some things... in a more... private location." He said. I nodded once. He turned and began to run into the trees. I followed beside him, easily matching his speed. As I put my hood back up, Edward moved in front of us. He was faster than the Coven leader? Hm. I matched his speed easily as well. He turned and looked at me in clear shock.
"What?" I asked, for the second time in the last minute. He turned away quickly, and focused on the trees as he passed them.