Disclaimer: I disclaim the characters….and the fact that some of them are vampires and mutants.
Sooo I think I update to soon. I get real enveloped in my need to get this out that I feel bad for not responding to reviews because by the time I update I have a new question or something.
Yes, Alice and Bella are rather blunt with each other….but, I may have a new development in that area that may work if I tweak it a bit. I'll make it work. Also, Jasper does know Bella and yea he hugged her…because I want him to., it may also have something to do with her insides blocking some powers…. –Gasp- I've said too much.
I just realized this is going to be hard with the two main character's having no memories….
Also, I want it to be known every time I go to check my reviews I get nausea(because I'm nervous)….not cool when I just ate a bologna sandwich guys!
Chapter 4: Who? What? When? Where? Why? HOW?
Stepping out of the hug with the handsome stranger I feel everyone's eyes on me or more reasonably the sharp objects protruding from my limbs. Flaring my nostrils to deeply exhale all the stress and frustration, my face turns stern and questioning.
"How do you know me?" I glare trying to intimidate the man.
"How about we move into the family room for this discussion?" The smaller woman by Carlisle spoke up giving me a warm smile, love swimming in her eyes languidly as if it were home in the woman's eyes.
"Yes, ma'am." The notion of respect flooded in me, the woman demanded it in a certain way underneath the warm and loving exterior.
Slinking my blades back under my skin I made to follow the others into the room the woman, whom I presumed was the mother figure, mentioned. I ended up between the family however, with Carlisle and his wife, I assumed, in front of me while the rest lingered behind me watching my every movement, the man I attacked had let me cut in front of him offering me a big grin as an apology.
Once down a hall we were dumped out into the living area, the same dark wood spread out in front of us two large white rugs were laid out with two similar white couches facing each other and a lone white love seat rests in between facing the large TV and clear glass coffee table with fashion magazines and controllers of some type strew upon it. Around the TV there sat plastic boxes with flashing lights and buttons that matched some of the controllers in color, obviously the matching colors correspond to each other.
Carlisle and his wife are the first to seat themselves, choosing the farthest couch from the entrance they turn and gently sit down waiting for the rest of us to follow. The big fellow sits himself on the closest couch, pulling the tall blonde woman on his lap, playfully slapping the man the woman scoots off his lap and comfortably in between him and the arm rest snuggling into him. Moving farther into the room I look to the love seat and make my way, sitting with slouched structure I watch the others pour into their seats with grace. The two tall men make long strides and sit side by side next to Carlisle and his wife, while Alice places herself on the other side of the big guy. They all have their eyes locked on me save for Alice and Carlisle, who both know I can't fully supply good answers.
"I can't remember anything about my life, except for a few flashbacks that I've been having recently." Letting the family know about my condition and it's seemingly positive progressions towards a solution.
"Flashbacks?" Carlisle seems intrigued by the information.
"Yea. When I woke up there was one about WWI, I was a captain trying to save a downed private. I got him to safety too late and ended up…I ended up drinking his blood…. After, that….surprise on the stairs I had two of them. I guess I was around ten in the first, I saw how I got this nifty scar, there were men chasing me down with guns and bayonets, I was trying to find my brother, James, he was knocked unconscious, so I tried to take them and when I got hurt he woke up going on a rampage, killing them. Then I was in some lab getting something done to me and trying to escape from a underwater tank, there was this man with pale skin and long black hair yelling at me, then I was jerked back into awareness." Looking down the whole time I was talking, I finally lifted my head to look at their expressions.
Confusion, concentration and somber expressions filled the faces of the room. Carlisle, with a look of deep thinking across his face met my eyes.
"Why did you drink his blood?" Furrowed brows and a small contempt line marred his mouth.
Before I could reply with a 'I dunno' the tall blonde man cleared his throat to speak, he should know more, he does know my name. Bella, I have to get used to that, I was starting to get fond of B-23….
"I believe I can be of more use than Bella right now, as her memories are blurry to say the least. I think the soldiers who attacked you were probably from the French and Indian War, because I met you in the Civil War and you were probably 18 then. The French and Indian War was during the time they used bayonets. As for the blood drinking, that may be my fault…." Stopping for a moment looking regretful the tall man was pulled flush against the other man sitting beside him in comfort.
"I was turned into a vampire a little over a year into the Civil War." Stopping to look at me in acceptance at what he had told me.
So, that's why I drank that guys blood…..makes sense I guess. Wait, that means the whole family is vampires, I mean the skin, the grace, the good looks, the hearing…..I need more paper for my list of freaky things about me.
Noting my lack of shock or disgust he went on.
"It turns out that during war the number of vampires increases, what with all the potential meals and easy access. The medic who treated me after I got a case of shell shock, turned me because I wasn't going to make it." The man squeezed him tighter in desperation but, the narrator moved away as if pained when touched.
"He blamed my screams as the change took me on side effects of the medicine he gave me, when I woke up a vampire the medic offered me the body of a fallen comrade which I took gratefully. I got used to blending in with the other men, wearing the long sleeved uniform and hat helped with the glistening, nearing the end of the war a few of the soldiers found a water hole and we went to celebrate our upcoming victory."
"As we started to swim in the pond we were ambushed by the confederates, they had us surrounded and I thought my men were done for, until I noticed a movement in the trees and a glimmer in the light. Bella, fell from the tree with blades out and went to attack mode along with, James, who I'm assuming is her brother. After the attack Bella went to introduce herself only to be yelled at by James, he mentioned killing us because we knew too much, he was afraid we'd turn them into the local witch mob. Bella, didn't want to listen saying we wouldn't do such a thing when we were indebted to them, she only got her first name out before James attacked her, ripped her throat open." Shaking his head he went on.
"James and I went on to attack each other then; Bella was healing slowly and getting over the shock that James pulled that move. James and I kept coming to a drawl though, he's not a vampire but, his strength is formidable. With distance behind us he changed tactics and pulled a revolver on Bella and fired three times into her head, yelling that he should've had the procedure done on him and that she was too compassionate…..I didn't know if she could regenerate from that type of wound, I mean they were bullets and they were being lodged into her head at a rapid speed. So I bit her." He sighed.
"I wasn't sure if it'd take though. Usually her regeneration worked fast with shallow wounds like that, when we were ambushed she had been stabbed shallowly multiple times and less than seconds it was healed. I guess her body was concentrated on her head wound because the bite didn't heal right away. James took off so I chased him down but, somehow he managed to escape and when I came back for Bella she was gone. I attempted to look for her but, the warning horn sounded as the rest of our forces were under attack. I figured she'd be fine with her abilities and all."
"I'm so sorry Bella." His voice sincere and still pained.
"It's fine…" I have no idea what his name is….
"Jasper." His golden eyes sparkle with hope and relief.
"Well, I'm thankful you attempted to save me. Weather it affected me or not, thank you." Trying to ease his mind that's been tortured for lord knows how long.
"This family is becoming rusty with our manners after being isolated from people for so long. Excuse us, Bella. I'm Esme, Carlisle's wife." The woman with curly caramel hair softly spoke, looking at me as a mother would.
A dark purple sweater wove its way around her body perfectly contrasting against her faintly off white skin. Light skinny jeans swam down her legs nicely resting at the top of her dark purple shoes that snuggly wrapped around her petite feet, the word TOMS somewhat worn off on the side.
Sitting up straighter her light golden eyes flickered over to the couch where Alice made herself comfortable looking at me with an intense stare.
"I'm Emmett. I'm sorry about earlier, it's about time karma kicked my butt for pranking someone with claws." A huge toothy smile almost split his face as his head whipped around to look at his wife mockingly.
Huffing, the blonde woman slapped the back of Emmett's head, only a few curls respond as the rest of his short black gelled hair never move, his head whips forward and back, his black eyebrows shift upward, nose flaring a grunt out with a satisfied smirk adorned on his face. His stocky body sits slouched one arm wrapped around the blonde loosely, his other hand resting on his upper thigh, kneading one of the pockets on his tan cargo pants. His light grey hoodie slandered with some logo printed with the word element on it.
"Rosalie." Was the only thing the rather egotistical looking blonde said.
Golden eyes narrowed, the perfectly trimmed blonde brows pushing them into a glare. Her pale porcelain looking skin made her hair look like a deeply rich golden color, lush in the light. Her perfectly shaped and pointed nose leads down to her blood red lips that are pulled down in a light frown. A red designer top covered her, flowing and billowing out, the portion under her breasts catches tightly. Black skinny jeans wrap around her long legs as they cross with ladylike sense flailing her black high heeled foot around.
"And I'm Edward, it's nice to me your acquaintance Bella." A crooked smile makes its way across his rugged face.
As his light pink lips spread creating contours on his pale silk like face his golden eyes flamed with penetrating concentration, his wicked bronze colored hair danced with defiance against gravity sticking up at different angles. A black sweater held itself tightly against his body, showing the world his lean body, regular dark wash jeans cover his legs in a negligible baggy style. Dark brown loafers poke out below his jeans, flaw free.
"It's nice to finally know everyone's name now, it was tiring referring to everyone in my mind using bland gender descriptions. I'm….Bella, apparently."
"Told you it started with a B!" Alice chimed in with a hint of smugness under her statement.
Whipping my head around to look at the beauty I frown, something's different about her now….
"Alice, did you change clothes?"
Before when she escorted me to the bathroom she wore a high fashioned powder blue long sleeve shirt with a flying horse on the front, its wings wrapping around towards the back of the shirt. Almost black skinny jeans plastered themselves to her legs, snug in all the right places, her small compact rear looked to tempt me. Small feet softly cased in black cotton socks.
Now though she wore a high end white tank top with silver swirling designs and a pair of red girl boxers, the only thing that remained from her last outfit were the socks which are currently tucked slightly under the red boxers, her knees bent and pulled to her chest with her soft chin resting on the crests of her knees.
"Yea…that was my late afternoon outfit, this is my early evening outfit." She kinda said that with 'duh' attitude.
" Riiighht, I have a feeling I don't want to ask so I'm not going to. Ever." It seems like dark, murky waters that I shouldn't jump head first into.
Laughter escapes the family, Alice looking away in either embarrassment or mock anger, I couldn't tell, maybe both?
"See, she's smart! I like her, can we keep her?" Emmett all but bounded up and down in his seat.
"You just want her around because she just kicked your ass." The statement flew from Rosalie's mouth without missing a beat.
"So!" He huffed back at her, going so far as too cross his arms and look down at her dryly.
As the couple internally bickered with each other by eyes, I was all too aware of two sets of eyes drilling into my person, Edward and Alice.
"May I help you two in any possible way?" I glance between the two.
"I can't read your mind."
That was the amazing answer that befell my ears…..slapping my hand against my face I rested my elbow that held my face on the armrest. Even, I know those aren't normal answers and I don't even know….anything really. Gah, I need something to ease my stress level, I'm sure my brains imploded already because of it, the motherfucker just keeps healing itself.
"Okay, I've basically just been nodding along this whole time in hopes of later salvaging my brain. So, your all min reading vampires now?" Mumbled through my smashed face resting oddly in my hand lazily, cheek crammed up messily. It didn't matter, I know they can hear me just find through the slurs.
"Oh, no dear. We all have our own gift. Edwards happens to be mind reading." Esme's voice filtered into the conversation.
Okay, so I'm a thing that is now surrounded by power wielding vampires who could probably ki- seriously injure me….I must want to try to see if I can kill myself, 1) death by vampire, next I think I'ma try getting kicked in the face by a unicorn. They aren't being very gentle about this but, I guess I'm not either, doesn't help that I look like a little….different and maybe because I could probably become a professional mugger with all the hidden blades.
"…"
Carlisle, who finally shook himself out of his stupor of deep thinking, looked at me with understanding.
"I know it's a lot to take in, in one afternoon. We just need you aware of our conditions, to make you more comfortable when we try to figure out yours. That is if you want to stay here and try to remember or just figure out what all you are capable of."
They are offering me a place, a place where I'm free to experiment with my powers because their vampires. Awesome vampires. My brain slows down and feels more at ease, they just want me to know, so I won't feel like the only freak here, they weren't trying to overwhelm me.
"I'd rather stay with you guys." There's no doubt in my voice, if Emmett had been human when I hit him, his brain would've popped out the other side of his head. At least here I can't kill anyone when I test out my ability.
"Very well then. I think you should be able to eat human food, so we can tell you about ourselves after dinner?"
Maybe one of my first cliffs. I hate those with a passion but, I don't want it to seem like everything is happening at once, it kinda is….
Oh well, I figure being a vampire and mutant would be hectic, specically if you lost your memory and were found by a veggie coven. I think flashbacks are going to be less frequent maybe….two or three more episodes of them and they'll be more spaced out by trigger objects.
So, it's going to get a little more normal soon and comedy's gunna seep into it more. But that won't last very long….it never does.