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Celeste POV
I ran to my car with a heart that was so close to breaking that I could actually feel it lose some pieces. He kiss me…Edward Cullen had kissed me.
DAMN IT!!!
I leaned against the door of my Volkswagen Bug and closed my eyes; my heart was about ready to explode. Words could not describe what I felt right this very moment. I breathed in deeply; his sweet peppermint breath was still fresh in my mind. But his scent was also on my skin, I would have to rush home and shower quickly, it wouldn't cover up the scent completely but it would mask it enough so that my parents and other family members would not notice.
With a very shaky sigh I opened the door to the front seat and settled myself behind the steering wheel. The leather was rather cool seeing as it had been completely hidden from any type of sunlight. It was strange, usually I paid no attention to the cold leather but now it seemed to faze me more then ever. I wiggled uncomfortably but relaxed when I began to pull out of the school parking lot.
I took the fast way home hoping to not only beat my parents but to also beat my brother's. I had one sister but luckily she was away and at college. Good, the farther away that little slut was the better. Knowing her, she would have been all over Edward…then she would have killed him. I shivered at the thought of Edward's empty eyes and blank stare.
It is said that all vampires must be completely ripped to shreds to be killed, for witches that was not the case. A witch just had to put the right potion in place…or become angry enough. Emotions were crucial to magic, some, of course, more powerful then others. My most dominant being anger and my sister's being sorrow. Unfortunately for my brother's theirs actually revolved around lust. And how unlucky can that be being a fifteen or sixteen year old boy?
Yes, my family was really screwed up. My father, Richard Webber, was one of London's greatest Judges, my mother Emma Webber, was a simple school teacher. We were all hiding behind pretty masks hoping that no one would discover us at our most shameful state.
Murderers…that is what we were…what I was…of course none of them felt that way. Father and mother felt that it was for the greater good and the better of man. I personally felt that it was a load of bull shit designed by the Head Warlocks to torment me. Of course what was my parents excuse for my behavior?
"It is a stage", is what they would say, "she will grow out of it."
Well I am near adulthood, and yet I still feel the same. It was no wonder as to why I was the least desirable of my family. Every family has its favorites. And anyone who says they don't, to me, are liars. For my parents it was set into genders.
My mother favored my sister over the boys, and my father favored the boys over my sister. I was an outcast, I did not fit into either of their profiles. They enjoyed their work, mine disgusted me. Seeing the light drain from someone's eyes was not something I took pride in seeing. Undead or not people were people, and yes, I have had the misfortune of having to take a mortals life.
God would not be able to look at something as sinful as me and say that He still loves me. As I pulled into my usual parking spot I looked around. No one was home and that was good. I gently shut my car door leaving my book bag and such in the car. I had no plans of staying, I had to work tonight. The hunt would no doubt begin and they would want me to keep surveillance on the whole Cullen family.
I walked into the house rather curious as to why my father had even considered leaving it unlocked. Our home, of course, was ancient and huge. It even smelled like one of those old houses that you just chose to avoid because you were afraid a ghost or…vampire would pop out of a corner. I actually wouldn't mind if Edward chose to pop out of one of the closets in this drafty Hell hole.
"Hiya squirt."
I turned around and the face that I saw surprised me. It was my eldest brother, Ian, the only one that I really liked…loved actually. We were as thick as thieves.
"IAN!" I said throwing my arms around him.
He had been gone for the longest of time, in Transylvania. I bet you can guess why. If you can't, oh well, I can't stand explaining it. He held me close but then quickly pulled away. His eyes said it all and I bit my lip, hoping that he wouldn't snitch on me.
"Lestie," I smiled at my old nickname. To be completely truthful I have absolutely no idea where he came up with it, "you do know what you will be risking-"
"Ian please-"
"Father already has plans for you to prove yourself…after last times catastrophe you should be counting your blessings he didn't report you to the Head Warlocks."
I rolled my eyes, "Count my blessings?! MY…what bloody blessings! The blessing of being able to kill and not get caught?! Oh FUCKING JOY!" I screamed feeling my lip quiver.
"Lestie-"
"What bloody right…does…d-do you have to come here and call me that…Lestie died long ago...when you left to go and kill innocent people."
Ian took my hand and said, "Vampires aren't people."
I pulled away and looked into my brother's blue eyes, "Yeah and we are God's perfect little creatures." And with that I left to take my shower.
I jumped into the shower and allowed the hot water to fall down my achy muscles. I went on to think about the days events. Tears began to slide down my cheeks and as my body shook while I sobbed silently I slid down the tile until I was sitting on my knees. This was not right, this was not fair. I could not stand this life anymore, I could not even rely on my eldest brother to make me feel comforted now. They had taken him and corrupted him into one of those vampire killing monsters. I didn't care what the bloody Head Warlocks said, a person was a person. And a vampire had a soul, unfortunately it had only one place left to go.
Despite the fact that I was completely miserable, the only person I wanted to see was Edward. I wanted him to be near me and kiss me again. Because for those short five minutes I felt at peace and that there was no care in this world or the next. Those five minutes were like being in Limbo, there was no heaven no hell, only myself and him. It was like we had all the time and space in the world, when it ended all the pains of this world came back in a rush, and damn me for wanting to leave it again…with him by my side.
Steam swirled around my senses as I remembered the smell of his breath and the taste of his tongue. I would never ever forget that moment and I hoped that holding onto that small memory was enough to get me through the day and maybe this horrid, endless life. As soon as I was sure that Edward's scent was not noticeable I got out of the shower. I wrapped a green towel around my body and one around my head to keep my hair from dripping all over the place. I walked out of my bathroom and into my room.
Thankfully, this was the one place I could get away. My room was secluded from all others in the house. I had chosen it for this exact reason. My parents' rooms, brothers, and one sister's were all on the floor underneath this. Mine was the only one with its own bathroom and balcony. Ian had fought on my behalf so I could have this room. Before I was extremely grateful, but right now all I wanted to do was rip his face off, so it had lost its sentimental value.
"You have a really nice view up here."
You have got to be fucking kidding me! Please tell me that I am imagining him there; please tell me that he isn't this thick in the head to come to the home of several lethal vampire slayers.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" I whispered frantically, remembering that my brother was downstairs.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay." He said sweetly.
It was a sweet comment, and strangely completely sincere.
"Well I am fine-"
"Is that why you were crying?" he asked cocking his eyebrows.
"It is none of your concern why I was crying…what are you doing here?" I snapped.
He came from the balcony but I quickly stopped him.
"Please, they will be able to smell you…I can't have them know you are here…they will surely kill you." My voice showed every little bit of angst I felt and as if I were hit by a thousand ton boulder I wanted to scream!
"I don't care-"
"They will make me kill you…if you don't care about your own well being do it for my sanity and principles."
This time he stayed put and nodded respectively.
"If I stay out here, will you come out with me and talk?"
I sighed; this was stupid and reckless…what did I fucking care?!
"Yes, just give me a minute to dress."
He nodded once more and turned his back on me allowing me to have some privacy. I pulled out a pair of my favorite dark denim jeans and a white cammie. It was still warm outside so I probably wouldn't need anything else. I walked outside to find him balancing very skillfully on the railing.
"So," I started awkwardly, "what did you want to talk about?"
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as well and sighed.
"You will probably think I am nuts for saying this, but hey, what have I got to lose?"
I nodded, he kind of had a point, and I really wanted to know what he wanted from me.
"I…for some reason…I am in love with you…and I know that you probably won't believe me…I honestly didn't know if I could believe it either. After my first relationship, I kinda thought-
-you thought that the chances of finding another person like her were next to nothing."
Edward nodded at my assumption.
"I do believe you…because, I, believe it or not, think I am in love with you too. You are right, there is a reason I did not kill you. I couldn't…every instinct I had melted when I saw you. All I had known just disappeared, I couldn't, I wouldn't…no matter how much I wanted to."
Edward came closer to me and his scent over powered my senses.
"Are you happy here?" he whispered to me sending a swivel of peppermint and cold onto my face.
It took a minute but I was eventually able to answer, "No," well it was the truth.
"Why?" he inched closer to my face.
"I…I don't want to be a monster." Is what I whispered.
Gently, with his icicle like fingers Edward cupped his hands around my face. He pressed his lips once again onto mine and breathed, "You are no monster."
I would have pulled away to disagree with him but that would require moving and then I wouldn't be able to kiss him…like this. I pressed my lips to his and kissed him as passionately as I could. His tongue caressed the back of my teeth and I just about squealed with pleasure, fortunately I had very good control of my emotions.
Then as if in a bad dream I heard the floor to my bedroom creak, as did Edward because he quickly pulled away.
"Wait." I whispered taking his hand.
"I'll come back tonight, when they are all asleep-"
"Edward-"
"I promise Celeste." He said giving me one quick kiss.
I nodded as he jumped from the window out into the woods that surrounded our estate.
"Celeste!"
Great, dad was home.
"Yeah!" I said trying to sound uninterested.
"Would you come downstairs please." He said casually.
I grabbed my jacket, knowing exactly who would be downstairs waiting for me.
I'm fucking psychic.
Standing right in front of me wearing their creepy black robes were the Head Warlocks. Just peachy.
"Hello Celeste Webber." The oldest one said.
None of them would tell their names, it was another reason they irritated me so much. Our family was killing for men we could not even call on. So if we were to get into trouble, they would not be able to take the fall. Of course none of my family agreed to this, well placed theory, Father and Mother said that it was for security reason.
The funny thing was that when I questioned our security no one had an answer for me.
"Hello." I said coldly.
"We trust you know why we are here?"
"Hmm…let me guess," I said flopping lazily onto the couch, "You want me to kill some other innocent-"
I stopped in mid-sentence when I felt Ian's hand slap the back of my head.
"Innocent?" the Head Warlock asked.
"Never mind." I grumbled.
They all looked at one another and then turned back to addressing me.
"As you know you have crossed our decrees many times and we have always let you go with fair warning. Your father is to thank for that, but now we have decided that it is time for you to repay your debt to our kind."
I felt my insides clentch…please don't make me do this.
"There are rumors going around that the infamous Cullen's have moved to London, England. We want you to track him and kill all of them."
"NO!" I said loudly.
"Celeste Webber!" My father roared.
"WHY…what harm are they doing to anyone?!"
An elder stepped from behind and hissed, "Isn't the fact that they exist reason enough."
My face flushed crimson and I felt like killing every person in this room.
"Don't worry Lords, she will do as she is commanded, you can be sure of that."
I looked at my father with pleading eyes, but the nasty son of a bitch didn't budge.
"Fuck the lot of you then!" I spat rushing upstairs and back into my room.
I slammed the door so hard that it came clear off its hinges, I fixed it with my magic and then flopped onto me bed. And there I laid sobbing into my pillow. There…there was nothing I could do…there was nothing I could DO!
I sobbed louder.
This was not going to happen, I would not let it. And if that meant running for the rest of my life to live, FINE!
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