Of Ravens and Bats
Chapter one: R's pov: Moving
Moving, how fun is that? None, that's what, our home, that I share with my pale skinned companion and my self, was a two story home with a basement. The home was beautiful in itself; it's light and open and has a large backyard moving out into the forest. The second floor has two bathrooms and three bedrooms. The bedrooms were plain but colorful. Mine had the walls painted all the colors of the rainbow. The bed lay against the wall opposite to the picture window with a bench. My closet lay unused except for a few shirts and pants that were hung up. My clothes were scattered across the floor while books lay neatly on shelves that decorated the walls.
My companion's room was painted red and blue. The bed had many pillows and a dark blue comforter on it. Books lined the room in shelves, while many lay in boxes on the floor. There was a chair in the corner of the room and a furry light purple rug in the middle of the wood floor. The closet was lined with clothes, while some lay in a pile on the floor. Those clothes were the ones that she couldn't find room for in her closet. A large picture window shined into the room, making the contents in the room shine with an appearance of orderliness.
The first floor was made up mostly of a kitchen, a dinning room, a few bathrooms, a library, and a living room/rec-room. The basement was where my friend would train with various weapons and her gift or I would practice hand to hand combat and my art.
My companion and I loved the woods of Minnesota. It was so beautiful there. The way the wind would blow through the trees, the abundance of wildlife, and how it was so far from civilization for our tastes. Now tell me. Why would we move from a place that suites us perfectly? Well it all started when my companion's scent brought an unwanted visitor.
He was a handsome vampire, like my friend was a beautiful vampire. He wanted her to be his mate. I, of course had my objections. The reasons was that he would look at me with such distaste, he would comment on how much better I would look as a vamp, how my blood would taste, or how good human blood is. My friend was a vegetarian who would occasionally stray to human blood. I have no problems with that, for I am far from human also.
Anyhow he soon grew obsessed with her. Following her around on her 'camping trips' and saying she was his forever. It was then that my friend grew tired of his babbling and on one of his trips to the city, which would last about four days to a week. She packed up all our things and loaded them up in an Uhaul van and paid a few people to pack and unpack our things in our new home in Forks, Washington, joy. After that was completed we piled into my LeBlanc Mirabeau, since my friend's car was in the shop, and left the woods of Minnesota. Now here we are in the car driving to the dreary small town of Forks. Oh! I was gonna get my friend back for moving us clear across the country.
I looked out the window. The sun had disappeared awhile back. The clouds were thick and black, promising rain and thunder. I stared out the window, looking for some kind of opening in the trees. There was none. The rain was beginning to come. Faster and faster, till we were the only car on the road. Another clap of thunder and my companion spoke. "There are others here."
I didn't take my eyes off the window, "My kind or yours?" I already knew the answer. My kind was rare or extinct.
"Both," she answered back.
I raised my head immediately off the window, "really?"
"Nope, that's why I can smell them all over the place."
I rolled my eyes. "You know as well as I do that I haven't seen hide or hair of my kind."
"Feathers, smart one."
"Must you be so insulting?"
"Yes I must. That's how people learn."
"Like who?"
"You, Bird Brain."
"Hey, birds are smart. You can teach them to talk."
"This little birdie ain't very smart. Plus, you always been able to talk."
"I walked into that one didn't I?"
"No, you talked yourself into it my dear."
"I thought I was a bird, instead of a deer."
"Touché, Yes there is a difference but you are a special kind of deer, dear."
"I have no comeback for that, dear." I said, looking at the monster jeep that appeared behind us.
"That's new. They must know who I am by now."
It was just then that a black Mercedes pulled out in front of us and a sliver Volvo drove beside us.
"I think they want us to pull over."
"What the hell was your first clue, Bird Brain?"
I watched as she pulled over the car and unbuckle her seat belt.
"Stay here, I'm sure you don't want your feathers mussed."
She climbed out of the car and casually leaned on the driver's door. The others pulled over and got out.
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