Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, neither do I want to. I do not own Spiderman, simply because Stan Lee is too wise to give him to me.
Warnings: nothing. Why oh why did I decide to write a T-rated fic? I can't stand the pain! No lemon…wahh!
Chapter 3: Meet the Cullens
I pulled my ear buds out of my ears and put them, along with my MP3, in the pocket of my hoodie. Then I looked out of the plane window beside my head, heaving a heavy sigh. After selling my bike, I had bought a ticket to Seattle, Washington, which was across the whole country. It had been a long, boring trip and I was eager to be off the noisy and by now a bit stinky flying contraption. Besides, after my parents died in that plane crash with Brock's parents, I've never been at all comfortable in airplanes. Though I can hardly die any more, it's still a fear I have that's more psychological than actually credible.
Anyway, we had landed, but we were waiting for the doors to open so we could disembark. I stood quickly and stepped into the aisle after the person in front of me had moved. Slinging my bag over a shoulder, I stood, waiting patiently as the people ahead slowly walked forward towards the exit. When it was my turn to walk out, the stewardess who had been flirting with me since I first boarded the plane gave me a quick smile and her phone number. Shaking my head with a rueful grin after I had passed her, I crumpled the paper up and shoved it into a pocket.
Once I was out of the airport, I headed for a bus station. There was a bus going to Forks that night at 9:00. Glancing at my silver watch and seeing that it was already 8:25, I bought a ticket and decided to wait there. The bus rumbled to a stop near the uncomfortable wooden bench I was seated upon. There were a couple puffs of noxious gas before the doors opened with a heavy hiss and belched out a bunch of humans. Holding my breath so as not to inhale the surprisingly not completely unpleasant and heady combined scents of diesel, stale snack foods, and blood, I stepped aboard and handed over my ticket. Then I found a seat near a window in the back of the bus, pulled out a good fantasy novel, and settled down for the ride.
"Next Stop: Forks!" a voice shouted, pulling me from the world of blue dragons and flaming swords. With a sigh, I closed my book and put it away. When the bus had rolled to a stop, I got and walked off the bus and into the Forks bus station. Since it was rather late, there was practically no one else there. I started walking down the street, figuring I could walk and think out my next move.
I suppose I could finish my high school education here and then, maybe, find a job. I guess it all depends on if the Cullens decide to let me into their coven. And even then, a full education would be beneficiary. Yes, I nodded firmly to myself; I'd go back to school.
Looking around, I noticed that I had stopped at a gas station. The neon lights were old and blinked on and off every couple of seconds. A couple of bugs buzzed around them and tinny strains of an Elvis song floated on a breeze saturated with the smell of greasy food. Shaking my head at the pure old-school scene, I stepped off the sidewalk and strolled into the ramshackle little store/café. At the jingle that accompanied my entrance, a tall African-American girl of about sixteen years looked up at me, loudly and absent-mindedly popping a piece of gum.
"Kin Ah help ya?" she drawled in a Southern accent, which admittedly threw me as we were in Washington State. Getting over my surprise, I nodded and spoke.
"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for a place to spend the night. Also, I'd like to take a look at a phone directory, if I could."
"Well, ya kin spen' da night right 'ere. There's a coupla rooms out back," she gestured to a battered door to her right," As far the direct'ry, whatcha want it for?" A little taken aback by her uh…nosiness, I reminded myself what a small town Forks was and decided to just answer the question.
"I want to call the high school and enroll. And how much would a room cost for a night?"
"It'd be 25 bucks. An' da numbah's 404437952," she answered, shooting me a bright smile before returning to the paperback book in her lap. Nodding, I placed the required bills on the counter before walking through the door she had indicated.
Once I was "out back", I pulled out my cell and dialed the number she had given me. After I had called and enrolled, I found a room with an "empty" sign on it and went in, flipping the sign to "occupied". I walked in, slung my backpack on a threadbare armchair, and settled down on the bed to meditate and maybe catch some 'toons.
"Ring! Ring! Ring!" blared the alarm on my phone, shaking me out of my trance. Glancing at the clock, I realized that I should probably get a move on. I hopped up and stepped out of the room. After greeting the older woman at the desk- she must have been the teenager's mother –I headed out to look for the Cullens.
It only took a question or two to an old woman rocking on a porch to find the knowledge I was seeking. Then I set off, running at vampiric speed once I was out of the city limits. At that speed, it was only a second or two before I reached the Cullen home, a beautiful house with lots of reflective glass. It only took a couple seconds of standing there before the Cullens came out.
The first vampire had light blonde hair and kind eyes. I guessed he was the coven leader, Carlisle. Beside him was a motherly woman with a pretty heart-shaped face. Flanking them were two blondes, a male and female, both exceptionally beautiful, a small pixie-like vampire with black shocks of hair, a tall muscular brunet, and a very handsome bronze haired vampire. They all looked slightly wary of me, but Carlisle, the woman beside him, and the pixie-vamp looked a bit more…accommodating than the other four. I decided that if I wanted to keep my body in one piece, I should probably state my intentions.
"Hello, I am Peter Parker. I, uh, come in peace, so don't, uh, tear me to pieces yet, please? It's uncomfortable. Not that it's happened to me or anything. It's just; Li tore an arm off once…yeah…" I knew I had rambled a bit, but the Cullens seemed more amused than angered, so I hoped for the best.
"Did you say Li? Are you taking about Dr. Li Chang?" asked Carlisle.
"Yes, she sired me. I have come to ask to join your coven," I replied. The Cullens looked at each other, almost as if mentally debating. Finally, Carlisle turned his head back to me a spoke.
"Alright, we'll give you a trial run. If you don't try to hurt us and the family takes to you and vice versa, you may join." Smiling, I nodded.
"That sounds good. But, uh, if you don't mind, could I please, please have a shower?" The woman beside him laughed a sweet tinkling laugh and nodded.
"Of course, dear! You're probably ready to have a meal as well, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am!" I answered quickly, walking closer to the group. Almost immediately, the blonde girl snarled and lunged at me. Instinct still engrained form my years as Spiderman cause me to do a quick double back flip before landing in a smooth crouch. All of them sent me shocked looks before the girl lunged again. Cartwheeling away, I spun myself around and caught her around her waist with my legs, pining her arms. I used my momentum to spin the both of us and throw her away from me. Before she could attack again, her "siblings" caught her and held her back. Carlisle looked at her with a sorrowful and disappointed look on his face and she looked down at the ground, unable to meet his eyes. I stepped closer slowly and stood in front of her.
"I-If I'm not welcome here, I-I'll just leave and go…elsewhere," I murmured to her. Almost immediately, the pixie-vamp shot forward and grabbed my arm.
"Oh, no, you will not! You are staying! I already know what room you'll pick and what size you wear and I want to take you shopping!" she blurted. I yanked back from her hold, my eyes flashing.
"Don't touch me! Please, don't touch me…um, thank you, though how you know those things…" I trailed off uncertainly as I rubbed absently at the spot she had grabbed me. All of them except pixie-vamp looked a little taken aback by my response before she laughed.
"Oh, sorry! I'm Alice and that's my mate, Jasper. I can see into the future a bit and that's how I know those things. Those guys are Edward and Emmett. Rosalie is the one who attacked you." I nodded to each.
"Uh, yeah, like I said before, I'm Peter. Call me anything but Petey" I said as I wrinkled my nose. The big one, Emmett, laughed at my expression.
"Alright, but don't call me Emmy or Edward Eddie, cause we both hate those too." I nodded and smiled slightly. Then the mother came over.
"Hello, Peter, I'm Esme. You should probably go in, take a shower, and unpack." I nodded to that too, and then followed her into the house.
TBC...
AN: So here's chapter three. I really don't know if I can do this completely without lemons, however, I promised myself that I would have at least one T-rated fic, so I'll keep the citruses to myself. However, if you guys ask nicely enough, I might (read: probably) post it as a one-shot PWP. So, enjoy, mis amigos, and please remember to review!
