Kindred Souls
Disclaimer: I own nothing of twilight.
Chapter 2
Six years later.
A soft knock upon the bedroom door alerted the owner within, whom quickly finished tying her comfortable, sketcher, sneakers. The girl hops off the edge of her bed, which was adorned with a simple purple comforter, and two matching sets of pillows. Running towards the door, she threw it open with a happy grin already spreading across her face to reveal small gaps of her two missing teeth. One from the top, and one from the bottom. It made her no less adorable.
"Esme!" The young, ten year old girl with familiar, wide, bright brown eyes. She threw her arms around the woman's stone cold waist and nuzzles into her abdomen.
The woman in question smiles just as brightly as the child, wisps of her auburn hair falling into her golden cesspools as she bent slightly at the waist to return the child's hug whom seem unbothered by her skin's natural chill.
"Good morning, Bella. Are you ready for breakfast before you run off to school?" Esme murmurs down to the child, she considered one of her own. She felt a nod against her stomach, before Bella pulls back only to grasp her hand and start to tug her from the room downstairs.
"Can I just have cereal, today Esme? I want to get to school early to meet up with Jacob!" Bella inquires, jumping down the final step of the stairs before rushing forwards towards the kitchen, zipping past another woman. Rosalie. Some might say she was the most beautiful woman in the world, with her killer curves, her flawless skin, her full, plump red lips. Lastly, that gorgeous waves of golden blonde hair that nearly matched the colour of her eyes. Said eyes narrow as Bella whips past her, glaring after the exuberant child.
"Slow down, girl before you break something!" Rosalie hisses in what seems like high annoyance, but the softening of her gaze said otherwise from Bella's sheepish grin.
"Sorry Auntie Rose!" Bella shouts, clambering on top of the kitchen counter so that she could reach for her favorite box of cereal despite her apology to Rosalie; the girl tended to be rather reckless and bold. Some members of the Cullen family felt themselves to blame for her behavior, as they were not human and could only raise her to the best of their ability.
Bella strains herself trying to reach for the top shelf, where her box of fruity pebbles sat waiting. However, she miscalculated her ability to reach of course and slipped slightly. Losing her balance, she began to fall backwards; she didn't even have time to feel fear. Gentle, cold hands caught her easily one arm sliding around her small waist, to heft her up onto someone's hip. Another slender hand reached up and grabbed the half empty box of fruity pebbles and held it out to her.
"Is this what you were trying to kill yourself for?" Bella's saviour hums in amusement, and the girl immediately perks up. She squirmed enough to turn her head to meet the loving gaze of her favorite Cullen member.
"Alice!" She squeals, throwing her arms around the woman. Chuckling softly, Alice Cullen squeezed her little human to her frame. Standing at five feet and three inches, Alice was the shortest amongst her siblings but in no way the weakest. Her hair was a dark, raven colour that glistened without any light and was spiked up in several different direction. She found it to be an organized chaos. She wore to her slender frame, the latest trend out from New York. Dark blue, bootcut jeans that seemed to hug her hips in the best way and accented her backside to perfection. A hot pink, bejeweled belt was looped through the pants loops and clinging to her torso like a second skin was a white, long sleeved, sequined blouse that dipped teasingly at her cleavage. Finally, a simple silver locket hung loosely around her slender neck.
"Hey there, cutie." She giggles wind chimes at Bella, stroking the girl's wonderfully smooth chestnut locks. "You know you aren't a monkey right? Let's not give poor mom a headache." Alice says gently, setting Bella down on a chair at the dining room table.
"Thank you, Alice dear. She'd given me such a fright." Esme says to her, while she cups Bella's cheek to press a cool kiss to the giggling girl's crown. Alice merely offers her adoptive mother a sly grin, tapping her index finger against her temple. The short Cullen pours Bella her cereal and milk, before walking over and placing the bowl in front of the hungry child.
"Eat up." She commands, to which Bella obliges scarfing down her breakfast like she hadn't eaten in days; finishing in five minutes tops. She hops up from her seat and rinses out her bowl. She then snatches up her plain, purple backpack and all but yanks Alice towards the garage and to the yellow Porsche that would take her to school.
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AN: Another chapter for my one review, which I am thankful for. For being my first I dedicate this chapter to you. It is still short, but never fear the more reviews I get the longer the chapters. Keep It Up.