October 1, 2009
Seth. Seth? SETH! Leah's "voice" rings in my head.
Yeah. I'm here, sorry.
What's wrong?
Nothing. How are things on the east?
Good, I think my nose is bleeding from the excessive stench of blood sucker -
Leah, I think warningly.
- but, good.
I nod my head and look to the left. I can barely make out the sharp crystalline figure of Edward. He must know I am looking at him because he turns to me and wave.
Are we good? I ask him.
I see him nod. Good.
How is Alice?
"Fine. Her visions haven't become any clearer but now she knows that two of them are definitely human."
Are those the two coming tonight?
"She thinks so, but she is not certain." he tells me. "You have to give her credit though for even being able to see this. It must mean that they pose a threat for her to see this far into the holes of her vision."
Still, just remind me to never become a psychic. Not even a one that reads your palm at carnivals.
He laughs. Everything is fine for the most part but I still feel on edge. I close my eyes and listen carefully to my surroundings.
Bugs make up the majority of the nights symphony. My breathing and Edward's add a steady beat. I keep listening: there's a sharp wind blowing in from the Canada, voices from the restaurant in Forks, laughing, someone washing dishes in their home, the others pacing back and forth, all of it mixed in with the faint sound of cars on the interstate. I don't hear anything distinctive or important, let alone dangerous.
That is until one of the cars pulls off on the main road leading into Forks. I bark and signal the others.
Someone's coming. Get here. Fast!
They all correspond and I soon hear howling as they come towards us the vamps hot on their heels. They rapidly surround the two of us and Jacob stands in front of me. I relay all the information to Jacob. The car is just two miles away. Jacob decides to go first with Edward. He walks out of our sight range but I can still hear his footsteps hitting the soft ground. He crouches down behind a bush and waits for it to come. The car gets closer and closer to him and soon flies right by. We see the image in his mind.
It's a jet black 1996 Ford Explorer. XY9-Z42. In the window is a small face with copper-colored hair. The face is covered by a dark blue hat.
"We should get back to the house and let Alice and Edward sort this out." Emmett says. We all agree.
I'll stay behind, Collin says. Just in case. Derek feels the same and decides ,along with Emmett, to stay behind.
"The diver was thinking about getting to their new house and how happy his sister will be when they finish unpacking. The girl was dreaming. It was exceptionally vivid; she was alone in the forest surrounded by glowing eyes. It was more of a nightmare, in my opinion, but the strangest part was that she wasn't afraid. She was smiling." Edward finishes telling us what he had seen in the others mind. At the same time he finishes the sketch that he had decided to draw for Alice to see if it would help her see any better.
We are spread out against the walls and furniture in the living room this time. I feel all of us tense up when he hands it to her. She bites her lip and concentrates. "Yes . . . Yes. This is one of them. Nellie, Nysa, Nyamth, or something like that. They just got home. She is about to wake up and talk to her brother, named . . . L-something. Ugh! That's all I can get! I don't know what's wrong with me." she shouts exasperatedly as Jasper moves closer to comfort her. She tosses the picture into the middle of the room where it lands face down. I get off of the couch and reach down picking it up.
It's a girl, obviously. She has a heart-shaped face and big almond-shaped eyes which sit above a pair of well-defined cheek bones. Her hair is cut into a curly, jaw length bob. She has a perfect Cupid's bow-shaped mouth with a full lower lip, the whole thing though is twisted into a wicked smirk.
"She's cute." I decide and suddenly feel twenty-three pair of eyes on me. "Well, she is."
Aaron leans over the back of the couch and jerks the paper out of my hand. He looks it over. "She is, but still, no fraternizing with the enemy. It's the first rule of battle strategy." He tells me with a crooked grin on his face. I punch him in the arm.
"So now what?" I ask looking around the room. "We were looking for 'the pair' and we found them. Alice said that 'the set' wouldn't be here for another six weeks. It's pointless to sit in the woods until then."
Jacob looks at Sam and nods their heads in agreement with me. "Seth's right. No point in it. If we decide to do anything it would be to watch the ones already here," Sam says.
"Yeah." Jacob says before Brady yawns. "But for now we should just . . . Go home and get some sleep." A round of approval follows as we all rise from our seats. Jacob stays behind. Leah and I decide to borrow
h Jacobs's car to get back home. We drive through Forks on the way there and as we pass old Calvert Drive I come across a strange scent. It smells like the night-time air; dew, moss, rain and a slight hint of raspberries. Underneath that lay the smell of autumn; pumpkins, a fireplace, maple trees, and cinnamon. I look at Leah and she smells it too.
"Welcome to the neighborhood." Leah mutters under her breath. I chuckle and she cracks a small smile.
"What do you think we'll have to do?" she asks, to no one in particular. I consider the question. They're dangerous (at least that's what Alice said), they pose a threat to the tribe (possibly), and we're werewolves (or shape shifter depending on your need for correct terminology) who, bound by tribal law, must protect La Push no matter what the cost.
"We do what Jacob tells us to do, like always." I say and affectionately hit her on the shoulder. She nods her head and keeps her eyes on the road. I stare out the window into the dark night the trees blur together as our speed increases. It's relaxing. Soon we pass the border diner and I remember something.
"When did you start selling your paintings?"
She gives me a quizzical look and tries to figure out what I'm talking about. Soon she understands, "Oh yeah, they asked me about it before they built the place. They wanted a few nature scenes showing the town and the forest. Gave me eighty dollars a painting and I sold 'em three."
My eyebrows shoot up and my eyes widen. "Sweet, what'd you do with the money?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out, little brother."
"You can't really call me little, I'm taller than you." I say with a playful tone to my voice.
She snorts and says "By three inches."
We bicker back and forth all the way home. When I finally get to my room I don't even take my clothes off, just fall on the bed half asleep before my head hits the pillow.