DISCLAIMER: If I was Stephanie Meyer, would I be sitting here, typing alone in my room? No, I would be on a small, private island drinking chocolate milkshakes surrounded by male models. So obviously, I own nothing but MY characters and MY plot.
PS: I love you for taking the time to mull over my sad excuse of a story.
CamPOV
I knew.
From the second my eyes traced over their inhumanly pale skin to the grace of which they held their slender figures --even in stillness-- I knew.
I'm not weak. They know of me, and I know of them. I will not lay down and let them take me. Take me away like-- like --
STOP, Cam. don't go there.
Students hustle down the crowded hallway-- books in hand --trying to get a better look at the freakshow that just beat down the coolest guy in school. They wouldn't dare. There's too many witnesses. The girl, short with spiky black hair, gazed blankly at me, not really seeing. A seer. The lanky male, bronze-haired and frustrated, stared towards me with an intensity so great I had to look away-- to the last vampire. He was more built than the others, with sandy hair and a soldier's posture, he gaped at me unabashedly. I held my walls up high-- so no psychic power can reach through-- and began my proud strut towards them. Singling out the blonde, I march right up to him, and twine my fingers into his shirt collar. Pulling his head down, I whisper stealthily into his ear-- just loud enough for him and the others to hear-- "Vampire." Just like that. And so I sidestepped him and continue down the hall, as if nothing had happened.
But something had happened. And the icy stares I could feel burning a hole in my back was only more proof of that. Rounding a corner I was brought face to face with a six foot two pile of muscle and stony white skin. Soft brown curls hung in his eyes. Another one? I ask myself in disbelief. Great, just my luck to stumble upon the only town in the continental U.S. to harbor not one, not two, but FOUR leeches in the halls of their high school. Perfect.
None the less, I smile up at him as if I hadn't a care in the world, hoping he didn't overhear my accusation-- no, my statement of fact --directed at his beloved clan. But when I went to step around him, I learned that word travels fast among vamps. He stood like a brick wall between me and my classes. Glancing over my right shoulder, I confirmed what I already knew. The trio of vampires has returned, and they were clogging my escape path-- circling me. Well, fuck.
I glanced around, people were certainly taking notice. Turning back to the giant, I know how to get away. My normally emerald eyes go black, as I draw the Power to me. I place my hand on his massive chest, pulsing energy through my body into his, shoving his massive being away from me. To onlookers, it was just another display of the unbelievable strength of the new girl. To the vampires, it was a display of what I was truly capable of.
I take a few steps down the hall, then turn on my heal to look them directly in the eye. "You things may have taken my mother, but you will never take me. I'm stronger, and smarter, and you better stay out of my way," I whisper to them, my voice icy and venomous. Before they had a chance to even think of a response I stalked off.
And the day just went down from there. Everybody knew each other. Everyone had their cliques. And then there was me. Alone. Different. Separate. When I walked by I could feel their stares, the questions burning in their eyes. But when I looked up they peeled their eyes from me, looking to the floor. By the end of the day I felt so bitter. So… unlike myself.
Walking into the high school parking lot, I drape my messenger bag over my shoulder, headed towards the local bus stop. I catch the eyes of the clan from across the lot, but something's wrong. Their numbers have grown since the last time I've seen them. There is a beautiful blonde girl among them. Wonderful, just great. Yet another one. I hold their gaze as I continue on.
"Ugh!" I moan, gripping my head. Sledgehammers pound away into my brain. The gray of a rainy day turns a startling red in my eyes. Power surges in my head, making me feel as if I'm about to explode.
I stumble blindly into the woods, into the leafy underbrush, and away from prying eyes. I sit on the damp ground and place my head in-between my knees. I place my hands palm down on the ground, my fingers digging into the forest floor-- fingernails prying dirt. Trees swim in and out of my vision as I attempt to get a grip.
JazzPOV
"Ugh!" The soft moan of pain touches my ears and I immediately look to the girl gripping her head across the parking lot. I take one step in the direction of her before stone hands grip my wrist. I look over my shoulder and meet the eyes of Edward.
"She's too dangerous. We don't know what she's capable of yet," he mumbles in a soft voice. But when she stumbles into the woods I break free and stalk to where she had disappeared in the leafy underbrush.
The lot was empty sparing my family and a few freshman near the rear smoking something much stronger than cigarettes in the back seat of a Toyota. I reach her first, my siblings close behind, but not one of us was prepared to see what was unfolding in front of us.
She grips the packed dirt beneath her as if it is her only lifeline.
"AAAAAAH!" Her shriek pierces the sky like a knife as her body convulses and her head shakes back and forth. The ground shakes beneath my feet as a gush of shear force chops a tree neatly in half. A small bush is ripped from the ground and thrown in the direction of the lot. But that's not it. That's not what keeps me frozen in place. She didn't do anything. She was in the same place on the cold ground as she was when we arrived. But it was her who did it. I could feel the power reverberating off her like a heat wave. And now it's over. All is still. She lay on the ground, unmoving.
I run to her, kneel, and lay her on her back. Her eyes are closed, as if she's sleeping, but a sleeping person wouldn't look so… so… in pain. I lay my hand on her cheek. She felt so cold. As if all her body's energy was drained. "Can you hear me?" I say as gently as I can possibly manage. Her eyelids are slowly drawn back, revealing those piercing emerald greens. She places a single hand on my chest, and closes her eyes for just a moment--
"JASPER!"
--and they open to reveal black ones.
