Blood Crescent Chapter One, a twilight fanfic

So finally I have the first chapter up, no more intros XD This is mostly just a little more about the witch family and their reasons of coming to forks and them settling in a little, I didn't want to shove the whole story down anyone's throat so I'm taki

"Are we there yet?"

I closed my eyes and messaged my aching temples once again as my little sister, Jolie, sang in her high pitched voice. Two hours in the car with my family was not something I found enjoyable, to say the least. We had tried to move in a less… mortal way, but a large storm from the west was building and it was dangerous to be out in that weather, and we had much to many belongings to just simply teleport to our new house. So we opted to move the mortal way, with two large tucks filled to the brim with books, charms, and potions.

"Not yet, but we're close," was the cheerful reply of my Aunt Brigitte, the only one of us who could answer the same question every five minutes without breaking a crack in her smile. I sighed and leaned back into the car's comfortable seat. I had gotten over the fear of my Aunt Meredith driving about an hour ago and had the earphones of my ipod plugged into my ears to block out the screams of Disney movie songs. Jolie was currently seeing "Bare Necessities" when we entered the small town of Forks, our new home.

The faces, the places, everything that passed by the car was one big blur. I tried picking out details, I squinted and got closer to the glass, but it all still passed me by. I soon tired of seeing nothing and returned to concentrating on the music. Looking outside just reminded me of how confusing my life right now really was. Ever since that day that Aunt Brigitte smiled one of her fake smiles at me and announced that we were moving I had felt empty inside. After that, everything in my life seemed to happen in blurred fragments of reality. Every now and then a little piece would break off and bring itself to the front of my mind just to pierce my skin and make me cry out in agony. My life began speeding up and slowing down –a storm of noise and tears.

I knew it wasn't one of those spur of the moment lets-move-for-the-fun-of-it reasons that the aunts and grandmother had insisted on it being. No, it was much more sinister. The Hollows were after us. A group of witches that who have defied the Fey, the elders of the magical world, going against their teachings to ride the world of mortals and take over. Just think of them sent a chill crawling down my spine, and an unwanted shard of memory pierced my mind.

I was sitting under a star-studded sky surrounded by blooming flowers resting their petals down to sleep for the night. My raggedy black flats were tossed to the side of my body, as I sat cross-legged in the dew covered grass of my families garden. A deep sigh escaped between my partially closed lips as I turned up my head to whisper to the moon a pray or two. Thinking about the recent attacks made by the Hollowed, I felt a lump form in my throat and my palms shake uncontrollably. Lately I had become more and more nervous about something happening but I didn't know what it was. For now I just stared blankly at the open sky as the crackle from a nearby crow drifted through the, otherwise, silent garden.

I felt exhaustion pulling at my body, but my mind was to tangled in worry to sleep. "All well, this is all so tiring...," I mumbled to myself. Against my better judgment, I decided to roam around the garden, thinking that it might help calm my jittery stomach. Hailing myself to my feet, I slipped on my old black flats on and wrapped the thick fitted white sweater, whose arms where a mere inch from being stained a fresh green a moment ago, over my cold arms.

Clicking my heels for luck, I quickly headed down the narrow path way to the small wood that surrounded the house. I walked along the small path, weary of sticks and stones that may cause fatal damage if I were unlucky enough to trip. I trusted the light of the moon that guided me, yet this didn't stop me from looking up every now and then to make sure that it would not abandon me. Looking at the dark still surroundings and the moonlight bouncing off the trees I snuggle deeper into my thick sweater and rubbed at my cold nose. Hearing a twig snap for behind me, I finally noticed just how far away I was from her house. The smoke bellowing from the chimney was just a small line, like a small piece of twine that happened to be tangled in the night sky. Cursing under my breath, I decided to walk towards my best friend, Logan's, house, the distance of which was considerably shorter than walking to my own.

Reaching a cross section, l looked at my possibilities. I could either take the much wider and more light up pathway that I knew would take a while longer to get through but was more than likely much safer. Or I could take the much smaller trail where the trees grew so close together it was hard to see five feet in front of your body much less every step taken, but it would take half the time than the other pathway. Another twig snapped and a bush behind me shook. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention and without another thought I ran straight through the entrance of the smaller trail. After a few minutes of running, I slowed to a steady walk, concentrating hard on my already exhausted feet, which were aching from all the walking. When from over the treetops, I caught a glimpse of the roof of the Daniels' house, and sighed gladly in relief. Walking a tad faster, to the point that my own feet became a moving blur to my now stressed mind, I reached the side of the Daniels' house. But as I neared the front door a figure entered my sight, slumped on the ground, arms flared, legs bent in strange angles, and neck twisted. All these could not describe the death that was carved into the glazed eyes of Mr. Daniels'. An uncontrollable scream punctured my lungs and my legs involuntarily started to move away from the stiff figure. Turning the corner of the house to run back into the woods, the sound of the door being ripped open and the pounding of feet running in the same direction filled my ears. I tried to run but felt something hit me square in the back, making me crash to my knees as a cry of pain pierced the air.

I looked up from the ground to see in front of me a Hollowed, his iris were dilated to the point where the whites of his eyes were not present, and that's all the proof I needed. He was in full rage, yet the smirk on his face showed his true sadistic nature, as his fingernails tore into the top of my shirt. With the simplest of ease he threw me against the wall of the house. I felt my knees give way as I swayed from side to side, still being crushed against the wall by his vice like grip on my throat that was slowly squeezing the air out of my lungs. Rather by instinct or maybe my mind could actually comprehend thought but my freshly bitten nails stumbled and snagged as the tried to rip his hands away from my neck.

"Well, It seems that I shall get my third victim tonight after all," a rough chuckle rumbled somewhere from deep in his throat and the smell of fire filled the air. If I wasn't fearing for my own life, I might have found this man, no boy, attractive. His face shown the unshaven smoothness of a seventeen-year-old boy, but his eyes held the madness of a killer far past his age.

"Please," I couldn't help the plea that slipped from my tongue.

"Oh, your begging now," his eyes light up like a child's did in a room filled of candy. "I love when they beg." A smile, not the smirk that I had seen earlier, crossed over his face. "That guy," his head jerked back to where the body of Mr. Daniels' was scattered. "He didn't beg. Only yelled and screamed for his boy to get out. He cost me my third kill," his eyes looked on to the distance. "But no matter, you can be my third kill." A sudden burst of energy filled my body, maybe caused by his last words, and I kicked and scratched trying to break free of his grasp, but it did not good.

"Now, Now. If you calm down it will hurt less," his lips pursed in anger while he hit me hard against the brick wall. I felt the blood ooze from where my head had hit and slowly tail down my, now, pale cheek. His left hand, the one not buried in my throat, raised above both of our heads a glowed to a bight bright green that hut my eyes. He had awakened. And I knew it was my time. I could not put up any kind of fight against a Hallow, much less an awakened Hallow. My eyes shut closed as I braced myself for the oncoming pain.

"Always the truly dedicated are the ones that do not follow my commands," a voice like velvet
called from the side of them. A grunt from the unfamiliar voice was followed by the thud of a body against the dirt-covered ground. I slipped from the nonexistent claws of my -now- dead attacker that lay at my feet. His eyes matched those of Mr. Daniels'.

"Who are you?" I whispered while I tried to gather her breath.

The man fell into a bow and when he stood straight again he had a smile like the Hollow had. "You may call me Samael. I am the new leader of the Hollows. I helped you Miss Lefevre because I will need you later, and you will no on use to me dead. You see, " He stopped mid sentence and his head lifted to the wood while he whispered, "They reacted faster than I predicted."

He turned and faced me once more. "I'm sorry that your meeting is so sort but do not worry, we shall see each other soon enough," and with those words he disappeared into the darkness of the night.

One week later the Hollow attacked the witches and wizards that lived in Andover, Massachusetts. He proposed the alliance of the small group of witches that lived in the area, demanding that they help take the first steps into the New World, where mortals would be hunted, killed, and enslaved in mass quantities. The weakest of the group obeyed, kneeling before their new commander, but the stronger, like the Lefevre, stood in defiance. Many lives where lost in the battle, but by some sort of lucky, or maybe magic, none where of Lefevre blood. After the battle we quickly and quietly fled from Andover to settle down in little towns all over the country. But it seemed that every time the Hallowed would find is. Finally Out of the blue, my grandmother had proposed a move to Forks, Washington. A little no-named town tat none of us had ever heard of up in the Olympic Peninsula. At first it was treated with a few sharp denials, but it was soon decided it was for the best.

"We're here!" Aunt Brigitte squealed clapping her hands together in her giddy state. I noticed the eye roll Aunt Meredith sent my way through the rear view window and bite back my laughter. Aunt Meredith and I were a lot a like, we tended to be more realistic than our sisters and tended to take a lot of responsibility and put it on ourselves. Though I am happy to say that I'm not as much of a workaholic as Aunt Meredith is, which is a main reason why she has not found a lover or had any children. Ellie and Jolie take after Aunt Brigitte in being dreamers, though Jolie was the worst of them all. Aunt Brigitte is a major flirt, always one to have the attention on herself and anything she does, but she has bad taste in men that makes her bitter a lot of the time. If I was being stubborn about moving then Ellie was depressed. She had took the move a lot harder than I had, probably because she had found a good group of friend in the last little town we stayed in. She sat next to me, sulking while studding the house from her seat. Jolie was already begging to be let out of the car, her wish was soon granted when grandmother opened the door for her, and she bolted to a patch of dandelions that were quickly plucked. Grandmother Delphine, the head of the Lefevre family. She herself was a daughter of a Fey, she was powerful and wise beyond the centuries she had lived.

"Come on Chloe, we need your help unpacking," Aunt Meredith yelled from outside the car. I took a double take and quickly realized that I was now the only one in it. Hailing myself from the only seat I had been sitting in for the past two hours I saw my new home for the first time. It was big. Well bigger than I thought it would be. It was a two story white house, with a large wrap around porch, and large windows lined it's sides. I had expected a lot of room for a garden, but was pleasantly surprised when I found one was already blooming. What was better was a found a few herbs that could be useful already planted in the over grown garden, all it needed was a little sprucing up and it would be fine. What I did not find so pleasant was the surrounding wood. Except for the room which ended right in front of out house, a thick forest lay just in our back yard. Even a few trees separated us from our neighbors, which I suppose is for the best, just so that none of our mortal neighbors see anything fishy going on. But it made me feel so isolated, so alone. A distant howl sounded from far off in the woods, and I wondered just how safe I really was going to be in this new town.