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Before I could think any further, seven blurs came to a stop. They brought with them a sweet smell, like vanilla or chocolate. It smelt pleasant, but at the same time, sour, like rotten fruit. It was sort of sickly.
They all had the same ochre eyes. They were all stunningly beautiful. Their features were perfect, with not one blemish.
The first my eyes settled on was a beautiful, handsome male, with bronze-coppery hair and a well sculpted body. He had an angular face, with beautiful light golden eyes. They were filled with too much age for his teenage body.
My eyes focused next on a male, built like a wrestler. His arms were wrapped around a dazzling blonde beauty protectively. She was probably the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. She was looking up the bear looking male as if she would rather die than leave him. The look he returned was one of complete adoration, as if she was his saviour. It was eerily similar to the look the grey wolf had given me. They both looked like they were a few years out of high school.
Next to the couple was a black haired woman who was staring into space with a faint frown on her face. Her black hair was spiky, no longer than an inch at the longest. She was honestly the shortest person I'd ever seen, probably 4'5 at the tallest. She was standing next to a handsome male with shaggy blonde hair. His gorgeous eyes were darker than the others, a beautiful deep gold. He was looking at the girl as she came out of her daze. His eyes were filled with love, worry and protectiveness. She blinked in shock, or something of the like.
The next couple was older than the others, but equally in love. The man was tallish, with a shock of dazzling golden hair. The woman next to him was equally beautiful, with a kind face. Her eyes were filled with adoration for her family, and I felt a pang in my heart when I realised I had no one. My family was probably dead, even if I regained my memories of them. It had been a long time since I had wandered alone, hunting animals when the burning got too intense. The exception being today, obviously.
I was taken out of my thoughts by a loud, but polite throat clearing. I shook myself out of my thoughts. The elder blonde male was gazing at me intensely, like a Maths equation or Science experiment. I looked away, unable to keep eye contact. Then I heard a voice, it was silky smooth, with calm undertones.
"Who are you?" I looked back towards the perfect figures staring at me and took an unnecessary breath, but I didn't get the chance to answer.
"It's obvious, isn't it? It's one of you. Enough said. The longer it stays alive the more our people are in danger." The harsh tone of the teen cut off my train of thought. He, as well as the wolves (with the startling exception of one) was looking at the blonde male like he belonged in an asylum. However, he just answered the teen calmly.
"Thank you Jacob, for that input, but I think we should let her answer."The emphasis on the word, as well as the blunt way it was spoken was enough to quieten Jacob. He looked down.
Satisfied, the male looked at me for my answer. I cleared my throat. "I don't who I am, or where I came from. I just woke up like this. All I know is that I have a craving for blood, all the time."I waved a hand toward my clothes, which were torn and bloody from our rumble earlier.
At these words, everyone seemed to react; the wolves (minus one) and Jacob seemed to tense, while the perfect people looked satisfied, and concerned.
"Um..." Everyone's eyes instantly snapped to me. "I was wondering who you are? If you don't mind, that is?"
The blonde male and company seemed pleased by this. "I am Carlisle," the blonde male, Carlisle said. "And this," he indicated the women next to him, "is my wife, Esme." The woman with the kind face smiled at me, and I felt warmth spread through me. Carlisle indicated for the couple next to him and Esme to proceed.
The pixie like female danced forward. "I'm Alice," she said, hugging me. I stiffened at her touch, but hesitantly wrapped my arms lightly around her small figure. "And this is Jasper." The blonde male, Jasper, smiled timidly. I smiled back in the same nature.
I jumped at the sound of a booming voice. "Emmett." The body builder/wrestler simply said, but it sounded like he was yelling. I smiled at his cheerfulness. He nudged the tall beauty when she didn't look up from her nails (a bright red) and she looked up reluctantly. "Rosalie." I smiled at her timidly, but her eyes were on her nails again.
The bronze haired male smiled at me, though I could tell he was millions of miles away mentally. "Edward." He said with a smile, which I returned with more confidence.
Maybe everything would work out...
