Disclaimer: Most characters belong to Stephenie Meyer – the rest are mine!
I don't own Twilight- but I wish I did.
Chapter 3.
When I finally got up and dressed- which I expertly made in to two hours- I made my way down the stairs to be greeted by my two happy parents- who were giving me the evils for taking too long.
"Good-morning all!" I greeted them, now happy and positive that my plan had worked to not go to the neighbours.
My mum gave me a long stare- which included; pouting lip, upturned eyebrow, twitching eye, a growl etc…- until she snapped out of it and got up off the couch making her way to the door, followed by my dad.
"Come on, we're only a few minutes late, we don't want to keep them waiting any longer." –What?
This wasn't what I'd hoped to happen… At all!
"Whoa! What do you mean, 'minutes' late?" I look back and forth between my mum and dad. " I spent two hours delaying our visit and you say we're minutes late?- MINUTES?"
My mum and dad gave each other a quick glance.
"Darling, we knew you'd do this, you always do this- every time – and so that's why we got you up at the time we did, because we knew you'd do it again. It's not happening this time, this is our fresh start and we're going to do it right this time!" My dad started telling me.
I couldn't believe I had been so blind as to not see this one coming. I know I do it all the time- that's what I aim to do- I may have said last night that I want to meet the locals, but now, right here and now, I just couldn't do it!
So I did what I could only do in this situation… I run.
I sprinted to the kitchen door but ran straight into it –What the hell?- the door didn't even flinch!
I stumbled back looking at the door and went for round two- running at it again and still it wouldn't let me break through!
"What the hell is wrong with this door?" I screamed.
"We knew you'd do this too- we locked it" My mum sighed.
"You locked it?"- Well heck!- "How am I supposed to make my 'Great Escape' now?"
"You can't." My dad said.
I turned around in one swift move and legged it for the window -seeing as it was my only other way out and I didn't know where the other rooms lead me to yet- jumping over boxes still not unpacked from last night.
As I was running and jumping I was thinking to myself- ' I'm going to do this, might break my arm or leg but it will be worth it to not see the neighbours'…. then…
THWACK!
-That was the sound of me running into the glass and bouncing back off it-
"Yeah, we locked the windows too." Sneaky-no good- great escape blocker- parents!
My head was in agony and I could feel the throbbing and the start of a lump forming on my forehead - it was like my head had a heartbeat of its own! But I still got up off the floor and tried my best to dodge my parents as I stumbled to the front door.
Only to be stopped again by my dad's arms circling my waist…my vision went black…
…
I hear muffled voices and I feel sick as my head is thumping from running into doors and windows and the fact that I'm being carried doesn't help.
I had put up a big fight at home when they had put a black scarf around my eyes. I screamed, and stomped and ran –into everything- I punched, and bit and licked and scratched and spat and hissed and growled….
None of it worked – not even the barking! … My parents had thought this one through real good and I have to admit- they did a bloody good job!
Suddenly I see the light and it blinds me, followed by a mumble from my mum telling me I could have worn something better "more appropriate," she'd said.
"What, is my fashion sense not good enough for you mummy-kins?"
"No, I was just saying that stripy multi-coloured knee-length socks, with hot pants, and a top that says 'I'll rip your balls off!' is very appropriate to meet new people with. Not to mention the red contact lenses; you're not a vampire, Bella, or a prostitute for that matter! I mean, what were you thinking when you brought these things and where the hell did you get them?"
She was dissing my fashion sense and I didn't like it.
What she didn't know is that I have a very big collection of tops ranging from 'suck this!' and 'Bite me!' to 'I have teeth' and 'I've been shagging the hockey team!'
Then I'm pulled out of my thoughts as the front door opens and a youthful looking woman smiles at us.
"You must be the Swan family. Welcome!" The lady smiled eagerly at us.
I hate it when they say our surname.
'Swan.'
Who the hell would want that last name?- Well, I don't. I'm hardly elegant like a swan so it just completely defeats the object of being called 'Swan'…
Not to mention that it has a rather amusing topic at school when everyone finds out- after the teacher calls your name out then laughs hysterically at it before screaming on the floor and crying with laughter when they'd had a good look at me.
I mean- It's not even that funny….
"It's so lovely to finally meet you, we've been waiting ever since that house was put up for sale, and now you're here!"- the lady looked at us with the most enormous smile on her youthful face- I was actually worried that her face might just stay like that; now that would have creeped me out!
"Well come in, come in! Don't just stand there- I'm Victoria Slang, and my husband is Marcus Slang- we have one son and have recently had twins, two girls!" –Well shoot me down; this young MILF is popping them out! She looks too young to be a mother of three and by the sound of things, they're not stopping there!
"Our son is Caius and he's recently turned eighteen and has finally passed his driving test- he keeps mainly to himself-" This woman was beginning to bore me, and we hadn't even made it through to her living room- we were still standing in the hall!
I yawned because I was dead bored and wanted to do something other than stand in 'Victoria Slang's' hallway and talk about her family's life story…
"My two beautiful twins- Angela and Bree – are six weeks! I can't believe it myself." She looked awed and I had to take my hat off to her- I love it when mothers get all googly-eyed over their new borns… or was it that this, 'Victoria Slang' had bitten the necks of two innocent, six week old infants from a hospital ward and turned them into new born vampires, and is preparing them to suck the life out of us mortals…
"Oh how very rude of me! Please do come through, make yourselves at home. Can I get you anything?"
"Oh thank you very much Victoria- it's a pleasure to meet you! And a cup of tea would be lovely if you don't mind- I can help?" My mothers' generosity was kind of sickening as we all perched on her cream coloured leather sofa.
"No, no don't worry- I'll get it, its fine." She turned to make her way out of the room before running back in- "I completely forgot about asking your names -I'm ever so sorry!"
My parents chuckled.
"I'm, Charlie Swan, this is my wife, Renée and our only daughter, Bella." My dad said proudly. "And if you wouldn't mind I'll have a coffee, thank you."
"It's so lovely to meet you all- your only daughter did you say? So the rest are sons?" Victoria stated- honestly, as attractive as she was, she was getting on my nerves.
"Erm, no. Just Bella." My dad stated proudly.
Victoria looked sad for a moment then turned to me with another huge smile on her face, talking to me as if I was a baby.
"Oh, I like your eyes! They are dazzling!" she winked at me.
Was she mocking me?
Oh, she is so mocking me!
Two can play that game…
"Well yeah I brought about ten packs of these babies online, and have a whole range of colours but I like the red ones and the golden ones the best- they're more 'vampire' you know!"- I gave a quick wink back and gave her my other theory-"But you would know all about vampires wouldn't you- you bit those helpless babies and claimed them as your own so that you can raise them and teach them to feast on humanity!"
I sat up straight and crossed my arms over my chest, having my evil smirk-smile on my lips.
The room went silent and all eyes were on me.
I honestly didn't know what I had said wrong…
A/N:
Just a quick little thing:
Victoria Slang- In Dutch, "Slang" is a snake… It just kind of fitted nicely to Victoria's character from Twilight –well to me it did- so…yeah… Just thought I'd give you a little fact to why I gave her that surname.
Hope you enjoyed.