I do not own Twilight, or any of the characters.
BPOV
I hopped into Rosalie's car, and pulled my knees up to my chest. I rested my head on my knees and took a deep breath.
"Let's go, Rose. I'm ready."
"Are you sure, Bells? We can stay if you want to."
I turned 18 today, and I decided to move in with Rosalie, to a house her parents left her in Forks, Washington.
Rosalie Hale is 18 years old, and just like me, she was going to be a senior in high school. She was definitely the pretty one of us two. She's 5'9", tan, blue eyes, and has long, wavy golden hair. You could probably mistake her for a supermodel if you didn't know her.
Now I, I'm completely different. I have brown hair that goes to the middle of my back, I'm pale, with boring brown eyes, and at 5' 4", I'm not exactly statuesque. Not to mention I'm only 115 pounds dripping wet.
Anyways, I lived with my foster parents, Amber and Phil, until today. I seriously doubted many 18 year olds felt compelled to leave home before they graduate to go to a cold, wet place to finish off their last year of high school.
But, it's whatever, because I knew I wasn't a normal teenager.
Neither was Rose. That's why she and I got along so well. Not to mention the fact that we both lost our parents at a young age, we both lived together with Amber and Phil, and we were now both leaving.
"What about you? Do you think this is a good idea?" I asked her.
"Of course I think it's a good idea. It'll be good for the both of us. My parents left me the house, and now you and I are going to put it to good use."
In her parents will, it was said that as soon as she turned old enough to be considered an adult, Rosalie could get the house they used to all live in together, and a hefty amount of money. How much that could actually be, I wouldn't know, but it was enough for her to buy herself a red Porsche, which was waiting for her in Forks.
I smiled at my best friend, closed my eyes, and waited until we arrived at the airport.
We hopped on a plane, and I promptly took sleeping pills. As I started fading out, I thought
Here's to a new life.
EPOV
Have you ever had days where you wake up, and just know that everything was going to be alright?
Today, wasn't one of those days.
Mostly because I can't wake, for I can't sleep.
"Alice, can you please for once shut the fuck up and just let me in your head?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, and growled at my sister.
"Come now, Edward. There's no need for talking like that. If I don't want you reading my mind, it's because I have a damn good reason for it. Now go. Jazzy and I want some time alone before we have to repeat high school tomorrow. Again." She giggled and shooed me out of her room.
Fantastic. Now I have to spend some quality time with Emmett.
The poor guy was changed most recently out of all of us, and was without a mate, like myself.
By "changed" I mean turned into a vampire, of course.
I was seventeen in 1918 when I was found, dying, by my maker and the man whom I considered a father, Carlisle Cullen. My human father, Edward Masen, had perished of the Spanish Influenza, and my mother, Elizabeth, was dying, when she asked the good doctor [Carlisle] to do whatever it took to save her son from the same fate.
He then injected me with his venom, and I woke up, thirsting for humans.
I also found out, very shortly after that, that I could read minds, and whomever I killed, I made sure they wouldn't be people that would be missed. Carlisle taught me how to hunt and feed on animals instead of humans, and because of our diet, we thankfully had golden eyes instead of blood red ones.
After just three years, Carlisle found a woman who had tried to commit suicide by throwing herself off of a cliff, and saved her, just like he had done for me. Her name was Esme Ann Platt Evenson, and shortly after the two had met, they fell in love, and she changed to name to Cullen, just like myself.
Even though I have lived longer on this Earth than she has, I consider her my mother, and love her very deeply. She was stunning, in a perfectly adorned motherly fashion, with a small, slender, but round frame, and caramel colored wavy hair.
Emmett, was very much in the same situation as Esme when he was twenty, and changed in 1935. He was out in the woods hunting near us, [Obviously not our type of hunting] and he was attacked by a bear. Carlisle changed him, and he had no issue whatsoever about being a vamp. Emmett was the biggest guy I've ever met, and not in a heavy way, just, he was built like a bear himself. However, with his boyish face and dark short hair, his face and personality was much like a teddy bear.
I was walking to the living room, and saw Emmett, and laughed at the memory of him waking. He gave me an eyebrow raise, and thought Dude's loosing it.
I simply shrugged it off.
Now, Alice and Jasper were a horse of a completely different color.
Where did that expression come from, anyway? Something about a wizard?
I shook my head at my sporadic thoughts, and tried to focus.
Mary Alice Brandon was changed sometime in 1920 when she was nineteen. She was locked away in an insane asylum because she could see the future, and in the asylum, there were a few vampires. One of whom took an interest in Alice, freed her, and changed her. While she was undergoing the change, James, a tracker, killed her maker, and she was left alone. She woke up with no memories of her past, but with a vision of our family, and a man named Jasper. Later on, after meeting James, he informed her of her human life, and surprisingly, she was perfectly okay with it. She was like my sister, and I loved her dearly.
Even if her keeping her visions from me were pissing me off. I laughed to myself.
Jasper Whitlock was changed in 1863 when he was twenty. He was raised in Texas, and he usually spoke with a southern twang.
His southern charm is what actually got him changed in the first place.
During the Civil War, he served as a Major in the Confederate Army. In 1863, a vampire named Maria changed him with the intention of having him help fight her own war of feeding territory. He helped train and fight with newborn vampires, and because of this, his body was covered in scars. He eventually became depressed and he was freed from Maria with the help of another newborn, Peter. Jasper discovered he had the ability to control and feel the emotions of people around him. One day to get out of the rain, he ducked inside a diner, and ran into Alice, who told him of our family, and their future together. They've been mated ever since.
I sat down on the couch, and chuckled to myself. Emmett looked at me, and laughed himself.
"What's with all the laughter, Eddie?" I hated the nickname, but I smiled anyway.
"Nothing, really. Just thinking about our family."
