Going Under
Ch. 2 – An Event
A/N: This chapter was so fun to write!!
Disclaimer: Though I do dream about it frequently, I do not own Twilight or New Moon. Or, sadly, Edward…
"Hurry up Bella; we're going to be late!" Olivia shouted frantically, standing by the door with the rest of my family. She wore a beautiful Versace number; olive green, sequins edging the Corelli lace designs along the bodice, and feathering out once it hit her thighs, a large slit running up mid-thigh exposed one of her perfect, snowy-white legs. Her long red hair was pulled up into an elegant up-do, and her golden eyes were played up using black eyeliner and mascara. The simple angle of the eyeliner made the outfit absolutely breathtaking.
"You're the one that stuck me in this thing! Plus I can barely walk in these death-traps you call shoes!" I yelled back at her, carefully taking each stair one at a time. As soon as I hit the last step, I fumbled forwards a little bit, but caught myself on the banister. I could save myself now. As I walked towards Olivia, her eyes lit up as she saw me fully dressed, and I glimpsed myself in the reflection from the large bay window in the front of the house.
"Wow," I breathed, taking myself in. I never really got over the beauty that I now had, thanks to becoming a vampire. A black strapless Jovani evening gown hugged my curves in all the right places. It cascaded down my body to the floor, where the black strappy heels that Olivia had bought me earlier today, along with the dress, peeked out underneath. On the bodice, real diamonds sparkled, adding dimension to the gown.
"Right?!" Olivia exclaimed, gliding over to me to tuck a few of the chocolate-brown curls back into place that had escaped the loose bun on the back of my head. My eyes felt twice as heavy for some reason, probably because of all the makeup the smoky eye look needed. Underneath all the discomfort, I really didn't mind the dress at all.
"Wow is right," Michelle, my mother, said once Olivia had stepped back so everyone else could see. My cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink as they all looked me over. Michelle wore a simple navy blue satin dress, and added sparkle with a belt that hung loosely over her hips. A whistle erupted from the lips of my brother, Andrew, and my father, Aaron, grinned. "You look beautiful, my dear," he said simply, kissing my hand. "Okay, okay, I get it," I said, my blush becoming more defined as I looked down at the ground, failing to hide my grin. Aaron released my hand, and it fell to my side, the simple diamond bracelet that I wore around my wrist catching the light and sparkling brightly.
"It's time to go now," Olivia said, and opened the door. Michelle turned the lights off, and everybody followed Andrew out the door. The tuxedo-clad men stood on the left side of the door of the black stretch limousine and helped the ladies in the car, while the driver held the door open. Normally, to save time, we would run to wherever we were going, but considering that we were on our way to Aaron's bosses' annual gala, at which plenty of humans would be present, we decided a limo would be a more practical way of travel. Aaron worked as the head of the ER at Banks' General Hospital, located in Banks, Oregon. It was a small, rainy town, much like Forks.
"Now, as you all know, we must act civil tonight," Aaron started as the limo pulled away from the curb, looking all of us in the eyes as he spoke. "Olivia, if you need something, you will walk to it and get it, using manual labor. Humans can't use telekinesis," he reminded her gently. Olivia nodded, and Aaron's eyes shifted to Andrew. "Andrew, if you happen to get over-emotional, we won't have tornadoes tearing the place down," he said simply, and received a nod. Andrew's power was to control the weather. "Bella, feel free to use your power at will," he said to me, and I nodded. Aaron looked over at Michelle, his wife, and smiled gently. "Cut the guys some slack, will you?" was all Aaron said, before we all erupted into fits of giggles. Michelle's power was very easily used and probably the most useful out of all of ours, second to mine of course. She could make people do whatever she wished.
As we pulled up into the parking lot of the Grande Ballroom, we all mentally prepared ourselves for what was up ahead. Having gone hunting yesterday, thirst would not be a problem, neither would controlling tempers or flying champagne glasses; Andrew and Olivia had become exceptional in controlling their behavior.
The driver came around the side of the car, opening the door for us. Olivia was out first, then me, Michelle, Andrew, and then Aaron. We entered the building, after I tripped up the stairs and nearly fell down, and I looked around excitedly. It was beautifully decorated; round tables with four or more chairs stationed around them, everything done up in white and maroon satin, strands of lights twisted around the ceiling really added an elegant touch, and the dance floor was huge. I looked sadly at it, bringing my mood down several notches. Never will I ever be able to glide effortlessly around it, the only person I've ever loved in the lead.
I noticed then, that Olivia was gently tugging my arm, and we were being led by a waiter to show us where our table was. Aaron pulled the seat out for Michelle; Andrew pulled the seat out for Olivia, and then mine. I looked at him, and he seemed sincere. I smiled and sat down gracefully. Olivia and Andrew were married, as were Michelle and Aaron. It was a struggle to be the odd one out, knowing that it would always be that way.
The quartet on the corner of the dance floor was playing a sweet tune, when I looked over and noticed a pair of two graceful, whirling figures. The female had short, spiky black hair, and a pixie-like face. The male had similar features and dark hair. They were both too graceful to be human, but they could be professional ballroom dancers. As I took in a big breath to clear my head, the scent hit me like a ton of bricks. My breath caught in my throat as realization dawned upon me. I would know those faces, and that sweet, irresistible smell from anywhere…