CHAPTER II
Eliza
The whole first sight business took less than a minute but after that amount of time the vampires decided to confront the girl with the posh car, irregular heartbeat and dazzling smile.
"Who are you?" commanded the leader of the battalion. The young girl; no older than 20 with shiny wavy moon sown hair down to her waste and eye's an outstanding blue, that should belong to one with long experience of life, stood staring at the young bronze haired girl at the back with such expressions that maybe even Jasper might have trouble comprehending. Carlisle looked swiftly around at his family: Alice and Jasper were the physical proof that opposites attract, Emmett and Rosalie were so in love, and Bella and Edward and their gorgeous daughter Renesmee; Edward had waited too long for Bella and was the most contented he had ever been in the 100 or so years Carlisle had known him. Finally he looked down at his breath-taking wife she already had a slight frown on her face because even she could tell that the girl had had some major troubles with her life the way her eyes were guarded and the bags under her eyes.
No matter how innocent she looked Carlisle would not let her harm his family...
Just then the girl spoke it was one of the sweetest voices any of them had ever heard, "My name is Eliza and I'll be leaving now." Her sentence was to the point and it seemed forced.
She quickly turned, her long black overcoat swishing out behind her, and slipped back smoothly into her car; the encounter was so quick they all stood shocked for a few seconds staring at the space where she had been but suddenly the silence cracked like thunder. Seth came hurtling out from the trees from where the werewolves were hiding if the Cullen's where in need of protection. He was in human form with nothing but a pair of ripped baggy jeans resting on his hips, and an urgent look in his eye. He reached the car bonnet in a few seconds and rested his hands on it leaning over and rustic hazel met deep sapphire.
There was a penetrating silence as everybody looked from Seth to the girl named Eliza. Just then the bronze haired man spoke, "Oh god, tell me you haven't Seth." He seemed lost for words. Four People again emerged from the trees, Jacob spoke, "Oh he bloody well has." He said Walking straight to stand beside Renesmee. I was still confused until the truth hit me just as it did the rest of my family (aside from Alice, of course, who obviously already foresaw). Esme then beamed that motherly smile only she could possess, "Oh Seth..." she sighed. But Seth wasn't listening.
I had my hands on the warm smooth metal hood of her car, ready to push at any moment. She wasn't leaving me. She wasn't. I had found her. The girl so beautiful words couldn't possibly comprehend, sitting in the seat of the car, whose gorgeous blue eyes shone back through the glass. She was too far from me for me to be comfortable with. But I wasn't taking my hands of the hood of this car, until she was outside and in my arms. Not ever. Because she was my imprint. The minute she stepped out of the car an angel so brilliant I almost fell to my knees in rapture whilst warmth coursed through my veins as my whole world, perspective on life changed to just her. My whole being yearned towards her and everything she was, my body leant forward, tense. She was everything and anything. Nothing else could ever matter because she was here, alive. I studied her face frantically memorizing it because it felt so good just to look at her. So Beautiful it was almost blissful. I didn't comprehend the amount of time I stood poised, neither did I care. I had found her and I was never letting her go. Then she moved and was gone. No!
I looked up. And what I saw sent a shock through to my core. There was a boy- no, a man in front of my car his hands on the hood and his body tensed. In any normal circumstances I would have leapt out of the car and attacked. But I couldn't because I was trapped, oh-so-blissfully, in his hazel gaze. The man had messy sandy blonde hair; he was of extremely tanned colour and had an absolutely god-like body. He still had his hands poised on the bonnet tensed to the extreme and when looking in his eyes I saw something that had never been directed at me in my untraceable life span. Love. Absolute undiluted adoration and rapture as he looked at me and held in his gaze I had never felt so safe, so happy. Yet, underlying all that was cold hard rock solid determination and I think that Is what made me still, frozen because I knew I wouldn't be able to leave if I wanted to, I didn't. And it scared me; The fact that he loved me and that I couldn't let that happen. Not to him the man who in one quick glance saw through my soul and started to take root in my heart. I would not allow that to happen. I looked away.