I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated! I've been real busy with a lot in my life, but now I've finally found the time to sit down and write this for you guys! So plz enjoy! :D ~K.K
Bella's POV
The school day really flew by--but of course that's time for you. Always rushing by.
I was the complete center of attention today,--something I do not enjoy, but have grown use to over the millenniums--and I've become 'friends' with a couple of boys named Mike, Eric, Tyler, and Ben. And two girls named Jessica and Angela.
One girl, Jessica, invited me to sit with them at their lunch table--well, at least I won't be sitting alone . . .
And then I smelled them. Five vampires were sitting in the lunchroom in front of me. Normally it is quite easy to find and distinguish their scent--because normally they'll have traces of human blood in or on their undead bodies.
But these vampires were different, the blood they have within them isn't human . . . it's something else. . . . Something I can't identify.
But, nonetheless, I must protect my mind since a few of their kind have special 'gifts' that could destroy (or try, anyway) me with just their minds. Using the ability I picked up from my fellow Confessor sisters, I put up a wall--or a shield that can become a barrier if I choose--around my mind. No one would be able to get in my head--a place where no one should ever go.
Only a second had passed and I've already learned that I have enemies within the walls in front of me, and I've protected myself against those enemies.
"Thank you Jessica, that is very kind of you," I spoke to her in my clear, ringing-like-bells voice, making my presence known to them--whoever them are.
I walked into the loud lunchroom, holding my head high and staring at mine and Jessica's destination--the lunch line.
I could feel one of the vampires staring at me--his or her eyes boring into my back while another simply glanced my way and then away. Well, it seems I have their attention, or one of them at least.
I grabbed a tray of food with the chattery Jessica, paid for it, and then I followed her to a large table crowded with people I did know, and then some I didn't know.
When I sat down, I immediately turned my head to view the vampires--why would they even be here of all places? It just doesn't make sense . . .
All five of them were sitting at a distant table beside the windows. All of them were looking in different directions with trays of untouched food in front of them. Well, I guess they do have to put on a human charade since they're here, in school, with humans. Gosh this coven is so confusing! This is the strangest one I've ever come across!
There were two females and three males. The biggest, most threatening one had dark hair and was sitting beside the most breathtakingly blond and beautiful vampire I had ever seen. The next male had honey blond hair and was tense all over--probably trying to maintain his self-control with all of these human here. The other female was beside the blond male and she was the most tiniest vampire with short, spiky black hair. The next male was sitting beside the tiny female. he was lanky, less bulky than the other two males, but definitely more boyish, probably the youngest of this coven. He had an unusual shade of bronze, tousled hair . . .
And then he met my curious gaze with a curious gaze of his own, and I quickly looked down.
Those were the same eyes that were practically boring into my back earlier.
But his eyes were . . . gold? I didn't understand this . . . is he wearing contacts maybe? His eyes should be crimson or blood red! Or even black, which signified thirst.
"Who are they?" I asked Jessica, sitting in front of me, and I pointed them out with my chin while keeping my eyes down. There's something . . . different about them and I have to find out if that difference is good or bad.
"The Cullens. They're Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids--they moved down here from Alaska like . . . a few years ago," she explained and I was immediately appalled.
Cullen? Alaska? There's no way . . . that's them? The family of vampires the Denali Clan told me about? What a coincidence that I would pick the same town the other 'vegetarian family' was living in too. This is unbelievable.
While Jessica began telling me about the Cullens, my mind drifted back. . . . back to when I first met Tanya, Kate, Irina, Eleazor, and Carmen. The Denali Clan.
It was a year ago . . . and I had been traveling alone for a few decades, never staying in one place for too long. . . .
I knew I was somewhere in Alaska . . . but I never really pay attention to what place I'm in, I just wander . . . like I'm nothing more than a ghost.
For the past few decades it had been relatively quiet . . . no gars, (hybrids that are part dragon, part gargoyle) gargoyles, rogue shape-shifters, werewolves, or vampires that normally come after me. . . .
It was as if peace had finally come to the human world--who knows? Maybe all supernatural beings were extinct, and I was just left behind to wander earth once more.
But right when I thought that, I heard very familiar high-pitch inhuman screams come from all around me.
Gargoyles.
My slick hands instantly flew down to my long boots covered and concealed by my long, white, hooded cloak. I pulled my two silver daggers out swiftly and held them tightly. My weapons were almost as old as me, a master blacksmith made them for me out of actual dragon and skin long ago--dragons had the most toughest, unbreakable fang, and their skin was even more impenetrable than vampire's skin. And since they were made especially for me, they respond to my power. So if I were to throw one away from me, I could easily call it back with my mind and it would come flying back to me, and in the hand that had thrown it.
The gargoyles flew at me from all directions before I could even sense how many their were.
I had mistakingly let my guard down while wandering aimlessly around.
Two of them flew swiftly down, their dirty, bloodied, black claws piercing through my skin and ripping the flesh of my upper body and right waist open. My scentless blood spewed out all across my white cloak and snow on the ground--dyeing them both blood red. And then there was the searing pain of the gargoyle's claws--poison. The poison would have no effect on me like it would a human, but it burned through me like the fires of Hades.
Though I am not human, I can still feel the pain of my wounds. And since these are severe wounds that would have killed a mortal instantly, I felt the pain rocketing through me--but I had to fight through it if I was going to have any hope in defeating the monsters around me.
Gargoyles can be killed by either burning their entire body, cutting off the head, or stabbing their heart. And those are the only methods.
Their were three gargoyles in all, the two that pierced me were still flying in the air above me, and then there was one ten feet away from me, hiding in the shadows of night.
Gargoyles were the most monstrous looking beings I had ever come across. They were all solid black, as large as a werewolf, had frightening and deathly red tinted wings that looked like a bat's, huge legs with hooked and clawed feet, but no arms or hands. Their heads were huge and round like a human's, they had large, pointed ears that made it seem like they had horns. Then they had large and rounded yellow-orange eyes and long, deadly, sharp-edged teeth--normally coated in blood.
And what do these monsters prey on? Flesh and blood. Raw at that. They use to be rampant on killing human's, until I hunted their kind down by the thousands over the past millenniums. Their weren't that many left, and their kind absolutely detests me.
I threw my dagger into the shadows where the third gargoyle lay in wait. I had thrown the dagger so fast that the gargoyle had no time to react. The dagger pierced its heart and I saw the gargoyle instantly explode into dust. I called my dagger back and it arrived swiftly back into my right hand.
One of the gargoyles in the air swooped down at inhuman speed to try and take me down, but my speed was faster. I raced to it just as it raced to me, I raised my left dagger up high at the precise point of impact and it swiftly cut through the gargoyle's neck and dismembered its head from its body--exploding in a cloud of dust as I raced to the other one and did the same.
With the threat now gone, I could freely feel the searing pain going through my body--it would take about 48 hours for the poison to burn completely away from within my body.
Until then, with gaping wounds freshly open and still spilling my useless blood, I was an easy target out here.
Walking over the bloodied snow, I made my way slowly through the deepening forest--I needed to find a place to rest and heal my wounds.
But then I smelled five vampires; and they were coming this way. No! Five vampires? I quickly took out my blood-stained weapons again and got in my fighting stance.
I would have to fight five vampires.
A small, female vampire with black hair and olive-toned skin came running up but stopped short a few feet and gasped when she saw me, bloodied and torn as I was.
Another vampire--this time a male--with the same features as the female came running up, and stood protectively in front of the female, I assumed that they were mates.
Then the other three came up, all females. One had strawberry blond curly hair, the next had pale blond hair, straight as corn silk, and the last one had even paler blond hair that made it look almost silver and it hung down to her chin, straight as a ruler. The three had devastatingly pale skin,--as pale as mine--and all of them had strange, golden brown eyes that were lighter than butterscotch, the likes I had never seen before in my eternal life.
Those strange golden eyes were wide as they took me in--which I probably looked like I'd been in both World War's, and I felt like it too, but I would not show any sign of weakness to my enemies.
"What in the world happened to you?" The black-haired female asked in shock, she sounded bizarrely, and truly concerned in her soft, kind voice.
"What are you?" Her mate asked in a deeper voice with a hint of an accent, his face was the most confused of this coven.
"I am immortal, just like you, but not vampire, or human." I answered, but just barely, the poison and blood loss was taking its toll on my system. Already my vision was blurring around the edges . . .
"We will not hurt you, we want to help you," The one with strawberry blond curls said tentatively, taking small steps my way. All of their inhumanly beautiful faces were concerned. For me?
"Why?" I asked, shaking my head at the thought of anyone or anything feeling concerned for me.
Then the poison and blood loss really got to me. I dropped one of my daggers to the snow covered ground and tried to hold my head up with my hand while I groaned at the intense pain and drowsiness the poison was causing.
"Please let us help you!" The black-haired female spoke again, she was anxious about my health. Vampires wanted to help me? Wanted to take care of me? Why?
I nodded my head automatically as I doubled over and fell into blackness.
I could hear them talking anxiously around me, and since I was healed from the blood loss and poison, I knew I could confront them now. But they hadn't attacked me in the forest when I was most vulnerable, why?
I sprung off the soft bed I was laying on and stood still in a far corner of the room.
They all were shocked by my sudden move and froze for a second before thawing and they took a step towards me.
I held my palm up in caution.
"Don't come any near," I warned, making my voice dangerous.
They instantly took a step back from me.
"Now, why am I here? And why did you help me instead of attacking me?"
They looked at me with faces ranging from shock to confusion.
"Why would we attack you?" The black-haired female from before asked me.
It was my turn to be confused.
"Why wouldn't you?" I asked them, but more to myself and the one male of the group shook his head and smiled reassuringly at me.
"We will not harm you. Come, let us get to know one another," he said kindly, ushering me forward.
I guess they do deserve an explanation since they took care of me. . . . which is still shocking--but these vampires seemed different from the others of their kind.
So I told them patches of my story. Of what I've been through and what I am because of that.
When I was done, they introduced themselves to me.
"I'm Tanya, and this is my family, the Denali Clan." The one with strawberry blond curls spoke.
"Family?" I asked in total confusion.
"Yes. We are all bounded as a family."
I shook my head slowly.
"Never heard of such a thing."
Tanya smiled before saying, "We are not the only ones."
"There are other groups of vampires who call themselves families?" I asked in utter shock--since when do vampires turn into good guys?
"Yep, but we'll explain all that later. I'm Kate." The vampire with long blond hair rose up and shook my hand.
Her eyes grew wide with shock immediately.
"You don't feel that?" she asked incredulously.
"Feel what?"
"Kate, please don't tell me you were trying to shock her," the black-haired male said, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes shut.
She shrugged.
"Just a little pinch--it wouldn't of hurt her."
"An electric-current?" I asked, blinking, it's been a few centuries since I met a vampire who had the same ability as Kate.
"Well, yeah," she said sheepishly.
"Oh. Well I have a shield up for protection against abilities such as that." I explained.
"A shield?" The male asked, more to himself than me. "Yes, that is why I cannot decipher her other abilities . . ."
So, it seemed he had a gift of his own--a gift where he can tell what your ability is.
"Because I keep most of my other abilities locked up." I said, and he looked at me, completely astonished.
"How can you maintain that?" he asked me.
I thought for a second.
"I have lived a very long time." I answered quietly, and he seemed to see how uncomfortable I was on the subject, because he seemed to have let it go.
Then the black-haired female rose and came to me, smiling sweetly.
"I've prepared some food for you in the kitchen, would you like for me to lead the way?" she asked tentatively, holding out her hand for me to take.
I hesitated, not use to kindness in any way, but took her offered hand in the end.
"Thank you." I spoke, looking into her golden brown eyes. "I would like that."
And so I--along with the Denali Clan--walked to their kitchen, while along the way they finished their introductions.
It had been a while since I had had a good, hot meal--and so I quickly devoured it while they talked about their life style. Animal blood--the reason why their eyes are a strange golden color. And once I found that out, I knew they were good. And I quickly found myself in companionship with them.
They invited me to stay, despite my flaws, and even gave me a room of my own. For the first time in a long time, I felt accepted.
But, somehow, I knew my demons lay in waiting, ready to attack and destroy me in their darkness.
So.... just a small piece of Bella's past, and it will continue in the next chapter. I'll try and update as soon as I possibly can! Review....... PLZ! :D Oh, and thx bunches to those who did!
