Hello! I hope I still got some followers! :D Anyways, just for the record this story will be rated M for future dark themes, NOT SEX. Sorry, but I am not getting canned from this site just to write lemons. SO yeah…Please enjoy this chapter, and as always: review!
The water is heaven, more so than any other day. It feels like something good is going to happen. No, that's not quite it. It's more like…something big is going to happen today. The benevolence of that event has yet to be made clear.
I glide gracefully, my tail cutting through the water like a bird through air, and relish the feel of the water seeping throughout my tensed Merscales. I must be somewhere around the south end of Alaska because the water is noticeably colder, though that is merely an observation. Temperature does not affect me in ways it would a human, this is my natural habitat after all.
I'm contemplating turning back around to head home, my absence will no doubt have been noted, when out of the corner of my eye, something sparkles on the ocean floor. I angle my body slightly and torpedo in the direction of a bright orange coral bed.
As I approach, the shine dims until finally I am grasping the coral in my hands, and the light has dissipated completely. I move my long brown hair to float behind me, allowing my eyes a chance to scour the sand for what I had seen previously. A small, crystalline comb is sitting half-buried underneath a small cluster of oysters.
It's pretty, but that's not what catches my rapt attention as I pick it up. It's engraved with an Ancient Syrenia pattern; a fairly familiar pattern, that I had seen upon many an occasion as a child. I frown, smoothing my fingers over the indents and upraised design before looking up, and searching the surrounding waters for any sign of the owner.
Nothing. The waters were as clear as the sky, everything peaceful and undisturbed.
When I got back to the house, I could hear everyone bustling about quietly inside. I stepped over the threshold, and a flurry almost too fast for my eyes came hurtling at me.
"Hey sweetheart," I smile, and cradle my hyper daughter in the crook of my left elbow.
"Hi, mommy," she chirps, twirling a strand of my hair around her stubby little finger.
A warm hand rests on my hip, and I grin. It's still a little disorienting that we are now the same temperature, but I can already tell who it is. My heart feels his presence in a room, always. Turning my head, my stomach clenches as I press my lips to Edward's. His lips are cool, and soft. They brush mine tenderly, our breaths mingling, as heat builds in the pit of my belly. He brushes his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I allow him access. We are forced to pull away when the bundle of joy in my arms becomes a bundle of grossed out cootie disgust, and starts making 'yuck' noises.
I laugh into Edward's mouth and peck him one more time before I turn to face the family that gathered whilst we were, er…greeting.
"So, where have you been Bells? I thought your job interview would only take an hour or so at the least."
Ah, Alice, of course she would ask.
I felt horrible for my lie. But that didn't mean I had the courage to come out to everyone just yet.
"And B? Why do you reek of fish?" Emmett asks with a scrunched nose before I can answer.
Thank God, I can't blush in human form anymore.
"Uh, I stopped by the fish market, on the way home! Charlie and Billy are having a little fish fry out thing next week, and I thought I could contribute, or something. But I, uh, but there were no…fish" I trailed off stupidly.
Every eyebrow in the room lifted. Of course Emmett had to outdo everyone and lift two.
"Well, what I mean is that I didn't think any of them were…right for Charlie. Too…fishy," I backtracked, biting my lip and scrunching my nose.
Buy it, buy it, buy it…
"Well, okay then. Glad you're back sweetheart," Edward chuckles, kissing me on the temple before steering me to the couch.
Aaaand…it's been bought, sold to a man in Saskatchewan, and bought back! Hallelujah, I internally rejoice.
Well, except for Jasper who is looking supremely confused by my change in moods…I wonder if he will buy menopause…
He raises an eyebrow at me when I catch his eye. I smile with teeth. He looks away. 'Nuff said.
Everyone resumes what they were doing before I came back, and seeing as it is around one in the afternoon, that isn't much. Emmett is upstairs with Rosalie…exercising. Jasper is doing research with Carlisle up in his office. From the sounds of it they are discussing creative ways to approach asking someone something about something that that someone did? It's all very suspiciously vague, but I decide I'm too tired to be bothered to eavesdrop so I tune out. Alice is watching the latest in E! Fashion news on television, and Esme is reading a Martha Stewart magazine.
Edward is rubbing small circles on my side, and has his eyes closed with his head leaning onto my own. If I didn't know any better and there wasn't a ticklish sensation beginning to occur in my side, I'd think he was sleeping.
I love you, I think, gazing at him softly; taking in his straight nose, defined jawline, and his pouty lips.
I am sitting with most of my weight on my left hip, with my legs crossed Renesmee cuddling into her daddy's side sleepily. Due to my position, I can feel the comb I found digging into my thigh from inside my front pocket. It hurts. Very few things in this world can cause discomfort to a vampire, thus further confirming to myself that this comb is made of some really tough sh*t that comes from exactly where I thought when I first found it.
I really need to talk to the girls.
Closing my eyes, I open my lips infinitesimally, just barely enough room to fit a couple sheets of paper through, and focus on the two other minds that I have become quite in sync with the past several weeks. Once I am sure I am focused, I reach deep inside my throat and imagine my vocal chords shifting. In a moment or so, the familiar feeling of steely cold numbs my throat as I feel the muscles and tendons ripping, breaking, and stretching. The last chord snaps into place with a sharp flick, and I know the transformation is complete, and I now possess five more vocal chords than a human, and can communicate on a supersonic level with anyone I direct my voice to of my own species. Humans, vampires, and shape-shifters cannot- despite the superior hearing of the latter two- listen in on our conversations, much less even realize we are speaking.
I purr experimentally, feeling the chords literally vibrate against each other, and produce- to my ears at least- a high pitched keening sound. Edward shifts his arm a little, and I know he felt the slight vibration, but thinks I was clearing my throat or something to that effect.
Sucking in a deep breath through my slightly parted teeth, I aim all my energy at the tenuous bond linking Kim, Emily, (the only other two of my species this side of Washington that I am aware of) and myself together. In our species, each individual is always keenly aware of the bonds between herself and her sister. From the moment we are born, we gain an entire network of links to every mind in the world that was born into the network as well. It is a very effective communication system.
(AN: I'll explain more about this mind link later. Think of it though, as similar to the wolves' link only it exists all the time no matter what form they are in. Sorry about the confusion.)
I send a light trilling note down the link, probably would have sounded something similar to a doorbell ringing, and if it were English would sound like "hello" or a similar greeting. A moment or two later, I receive two separate trills back in response. One high-pitched, that would be Kim, perky as ever, and the other a bit more level toned, Emily, always the calm one. They were both positive- if not a little confused- responses signaling that they were able to talk at the moment.
I open my eyes to make sure no one is paying me any attention, before I launch into deep conversation. Coast is clear.
So I close my eyes again, needing to focus on the connection because of the distance between myself and the girls. It is not a mental link, per se, yes, I am connected to the girls mentally, but the discussion will be vocalizations that can reach their ears from anywhere in the world. I will need both sides though; I cannot speak to them without the mental link. Or it'd be like talking to someone who was deaf. It is very complicated, but amazing as well, and still one of the things I admired most about my species, growing up.
Girls, I found something while I was out swimming today, I trilled.
"In the ocean?" and, "what is it?" were the responses that came in fast, clicks, signifying curiosity and/or excitement.
I rolled my eyes behind my closed lids at the first question, and told them we should just discuss it in person, because I had to show them what it was.
No, Kim, I went swimming in the bathtub, discovered something, and then just had to use the link to tell you and Em, I trilled dryly.
I doubt anything you find in there, we'd ever want you to share with us; Emily's bell-like giggle reaches my ears.
Kim makes a chuffing noise that is universally recognized as annoyance by our kind. Picture a dog sneezing, only more elegant sounding. Yes that is possible.
Anyway I think we should wait to discuss it, because I want you to see it first, I carry on, all you need to know right this moment…the weight of the comb, the prick of teeth on the end is brought back to the forefront of my mind, as I picture the beautiful girl who once wore it.
Is what? Kim's voice echoes off the walls of the Cullen living room because of the silence on our link, shaking me out of my thoughts.
We need to start patrolling the waters again, I respond going in a different direction than before, because, I might be wrong, but I think there's someone out there.
Like who! They both respond eagerly.
My sister, I murmur picturing her as I last saw her twelve years ago.
Before she disappeared into the ocean and the last I ever saw of her was her yellow, luminescent tail flicking up out of the water before submerging under the dark tide of saltwater.
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