Hey! So this is really long, (23 pages on Word), and I didn't really want to stop where I did, but I had to. My fingers were getting sore and my friend Lizzie was coming over so I just quit. Anyway, shout out to LAURA! teehee… :D
Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Twilight? No.
Enjoy!!
I leaned down and kissed Kendra's head. She looked up and smiled at me. Today had gone extremely well, considering the circumstances. The Cullen's seemed extremely kind, and Carlisle had offered to show us their hunting style. I was willing to try anything once, so I agreed. I knew that Kendra would try it, too, as long as I did, and Spencer would back her up as well. Brittney would probably try just so she wouldn't feel left out of the group.
"Come on. Let's go inside." Spencer said from behind me. I nodded in acknowledgment and picked Kendra up, bridal-style. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek softly.
"I'm so happy that they agreed to visit our church." She said happily, grinning. "I think it will do them some good."
"And that's all we can ask for." I added, walking up to our room and laying her on the bed. I noticed that she had left her radio on. I looked at her questioningly. Was that what she had been doing when the Cullen's had showed up?
"I was just listening to some music." She shrugged, pulling me down to sit beside her. We both laid back and I propped my head up on my elbow, looking her in the eyes.
I hated that we had to wear contacts, but it was completely necessary. Hopefully, if we stuck to the Cullen's diet, we would be able to just go gold. I blinked and felt my last pair of green contacts for the day, disappear. Kendra's sapphire ones had vanished a few minutes before.
She reached past me and pushed a button on her CD player. Our song began to play. I grinned down at her while she grabbed my arm and pulled me up to stand. I put my hands on her waist when she linked her arms around my neck, swaying to the music.
I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And every time tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved
"I love you." I sighed as the song ended, and I saw that Kendra's eyes were sparkling with new moisture.
"I love you, too." She stretched her neck up and kissed me hard, but after a moment, I had to pull away.
"Ahem." Brittney cleared her throat from the doorway. I frowned at her. "Jezze you guys. Get a room."
"We are in a room, Brittney. Our room. So stop killing the mood. Get. Shoo." I said angrily, detangling myself from Kendra and going to slam the door in her face. She stuck her foot in the way.
I briefly considered smashing her foot, but I knew that it would upset Kendra if I dented the door, so I fought back the urge.
"Move." I said, holding the door firmly in place.
"Make me." She taunted from the hallway. I looked over my shoulder at Kendra. She laughed.
"Yeah. Make her." She grinned. "Watch your foot, Britt." She added seriously. I took her words as an okay and opened the door wide, only to slam it back. Hard.
Brittney screamed. "What the frick, Derrick? Those were my good heels!" I laughed and locked the door. I heard her stomp to her room and slam her door.
"Nice. She's going to try to get you back, you know." Kendra said coming to take my hand.
"Yeah, I know." I chuckled. "Come on. Let's go for a walk."
We raced down the stairs and out the back door, into the woods. I loved where we lived. It was so close to the forest, and I loved the trees. I knew that Kendra felt the same way, since she had grown up in Michigan, but she missed the mountains sometimes, too. I promised her that in a few years, when it was safe, we would go back to Arizona to visit. It would be tricky; we would have to book a nighttime flight and only go out when it was dark; but as long as it made her happy, I would go.
We stopped at the big willow tree in the middle of a small clearing, maybe a mile from home. There always seemed to be thousands of fireflies here at night, even now. They flew around us like little sparks of fire floating in the breeze. It had a calming effect on me, no matter how many times I'd seen it.
Kendra walked to the middle of the clearing and sat on the damp ground; I followed her.
"This is nice." She commented, taking my hand.
"Yeah. I'm glad it's so close to home." I agreed. I laid back and looked up at the sky. The stars were clear tonight. I could pinpoint each constellation easily.
Kendra sighed as she rolled over and draped herself across my chest.
"I love it when you're happy. You always seem to be like that when we're here. That's why I enjoy it here so much." She said, drawing pictures on my arm.
I smiled and moved my hand to her face, stroking her eyelid the way that I knew she liked. It had been one of the last memories from her human life, and she held onto it, clutched it.
She sighed. "I miss my mom." She said, looking up at the sky.
"I know. I'm really sorry." I said, cradling her to my chest.
"I wonder what happened to her. She always used to tell us that she didn't know how she would go on if she ever lost us." I saw a hint of a tear roll down her cheek.
"I'm sure she's fine. She has your Dad." I pointed out.
"Yeah, I guess. It's just strange not seeing her. Or him. At least I still have Spencer, though."
"And Brittney." I added.
She laughed. "Yeah. Like that's the best thing in the world. I'd rather not think about it."
"Why?" Kendra and Brittney had always been the closest of friends. I couldn't figure out why she would be upset.
"Do you remember Laura?" She asked me. I nodded.
"Well, Brittney's been talking about me to her. Laura told me. She is one of my best friends, and I don't think she would ever hide something like that from me."
"What was Brittney talking about?" I asked softly, trying not to prod.
"She was talking about you and me. She tried to spread some nasty rumors." She whispered. "She told her I was pregnant, as if, and that the baby wasn't yours."
"What?" I said. I could picture the fire flaming from my mouth. Kendra nodded.
"Of course Laura didn't believe a word she said, but it still hurt that my own sister would do something like that. I don't know what's gotten into her lately, but it's starting to affect us all." She said. "It really pissed me off at first. Now I just feel double-crossed."
"I'm so sorry. Do you want me to talk to her?" I asked. She didn't move for a moment, but then nodded her head slowly. She started crying.
"She's going to hate me for telling anyone this. She doesn't even know that I know. And poor Laura. I can't let her know that Laura told me. That would be bad. She would try to make her life terrible." She sobbed.
"Shh, shh. It's fine. It's okay. Really. She won't know. Laura will be okay. I'll take care of it, honey. Shhh. Please don't cry." I pleaded. She sniffled, but managed to control her tears.
"Come on. I know what I'm going to say to her." I said, standing and picking her up. "Everything will work out. She was out of line saying things like that."
"I know. I just can't understand why she would do that."
"Yeah. Neither can I." I said as I started to run.
Kendra's breathing got heavy as we approached the house.
"I shouldn't have said anything. Oh Derrick! She's going to be so upset!" She panicked.
"No. You need to tell me when things like this happen." I argued, pushing open the back door. I could hear that Brittney was watching television in the living room.
"Brittney. We need to talk." I said, turning the TV off and setting Kendra down.
"Hey! I was watching that!" She said.
"And?" She was quiet. I wasn't normally this rude, and she knew something was up.
"We've been hearing some things around school lately. Some rumors that you spread." I began.
She shrugged. "Which ones?" That set me off. She wasn't taking me seriously at all.
"Which ones? Which ones?! Which ones do you think, Brittney?" I spit her name. She recoiled into the couch from my outburst. "Perhaps the one about Kendra being pregnant? Hmm? Of course that couldn't possibly be the one, could it? And how about the rest? That it wasn't mine? How could you have the nerve to say such a thing about your own sister? The one person that's always been by you, always helped you through tough times?" I screamed in her face.
"What's going on?" Spencer asked Kendra, coming down the steps. His hair was wet and he was wrapped in a towel. He had obviously just stepped out of the shower. She shook her head at him.
Brittney shrugged. I felt my eyes widen at her blasé response to such a serious question.
"Do you not care at all for your family? Our feelings don't concern you at all? Are you untouchable, you cold hearted freak?" Spencer asked, seeing what had just happened the moment before.
"Actually, yeah." She said, standing up. "You guys think you scare me? Seriously? You can't mess with me. I do what I want, when I want, and you can't do a single thing about it." She shouted, pointing her index finger into my chest. I heard Kendra growl and Brittney turned to her.
"And you! Why would you tell anyone about that? Are you trying to pick a fight? Trying to tear the family apart?" She screamed.
"Oh, so now tearing the family apart is my plan? Oh no, no, no." Kendra said, standing up to face her sister. "That's all you." She screamed in her face.
"Psh. Well, I guess my talent isn't appreciated here." Brittney said.
"Talent? What talent? You're a powerless loser!" I yelled at her, spit flying from my mouth.
"Yeah. That's what you guys think." She said.
"Uh huh. I would have seen you when you realized you had a power, even if you kept it from us." Spencer said. Brittney's face fell. She knew that we caught her in a lie.
"Well, maybe your gift is flawed." She retaliated.
"Yeah, well, at least a flawed gift is better than no gift at all." I had never seen Spencer be so mean to Brittney before. But, then again, every word he said was true.
"Whatever, losers. I don't have to take this crap from you." She said, returning to the couch and flipping the television back on.
"Oh no you don't. This isn't over yet, chicka." I said. "You think you can just get away with something like that, without any consequences?" I shouted in disbelief.
"Uh, yeah. What threat do you pose me? It's a free country, Derrick, so lay off."
"That's it! OUT! OUT NOW!" I screamed.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I howled again.
"You don't control me. You're not my dad. You may be older than me, put only by five years. That hardly makes you my elder." She said.
"You're only fifteen! In my book, that means you can't even drive!" I spat.
"FINE! I'll be back for my stuff later." She said, getting up and starting to walk away.
"What stuff, Britt? We own everything. We worked to get money while you sat around and did nothing. Everything you own is ours." Kendra said softly, which made the statement more shocking altogether.
"Screw you!" Brittney screamed at her, spinning rapidly around. She ran across the room and punched Kendra square in the jaw. I hissed in outrage, leaping to rip her throat out. Spencer beat me to the punch.
"AHHHH!!" Brittney screeched as Spencer bit down forcefully on her neck.
"Don't ever touch my sister. Ever." He said viciously. Brittney screamed again.
"Kendra. Please." She begged. "Make it stop." A look of pain crossed Kendra's face as she shook her head.
"No." She whispered. "I won't do that for you. I won't suffer your consequences." Brittney screamed again, but somehow managed to stand and bolt out the door.
"Don't come back!" Spencer screamed after her. He turned back to us. "She won't come back. It's over now." He stated.
"Yeah." I agreed. Poor Kendra. This had been one hard day for her. I didn't know how much more she could take.
Ding dong, ding dong. Ding dong, ding dong. The doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." Spencer said, walking to the door.
"Oh. Hey Alice." I heard him greet. "Come on in." The short haired pixy girl rounded the corner and rushed to Kendra's side.
"Are you okay?" She asked her soothingly. "I saw what happened." Kendra nodded, her eyes open unseeingly.
"Edward." I heard Spencer say from the door. Edward was here, too?
"Is she alright?" He asked Spencer.
"I think she'll be okay. It's just a lot to take in, all in one day."
"I understand." He agreed. I saw him enter the room out of the corner of my eye.
"You should take her upstairs." He whispered to me. I nodded, picking her up and carrying her to our room.
I sat on the bed and cradled her in my lap, brushing the hair from her eyes. The shock seemed to have worn off; she was crying again.
"She's gone." She whimpered pathetically.
"Shh." I whispered in her ear over and over. I clicked the button on the radio and one of her favorite songs started to play.
I don't know if you can hear me,
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you will listen,
To a humble prayer
They tell me I am just an outcast,
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see your face and wonder,
Where you once an outcast, too?
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy,
They don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten,
They look to you still
God help the outcasts,
Or nobody will
I ask for nothing,
I can get by
But I know so many,
Less lucky than I
God help the outcasts,
The poor and down trod
I thought we all were,
The children of God
I don't know if there's a reason,
Why some are blessed,
Some not
Why the few you seem to favor
They fear us,
Flee us,
Try not to see us
God help the outcasts,
The tattered the torn
Seeking an answer,
To why they were born
Winds of misfortune,
Have blown them about
You made the outcasts,
Don't cast them out
The poor and unlucky,
The weak and the odd
I thought we all were,
The children of God
She was crying harder now than ever. I struggled to wipe away the tears fast enough.
Alice was sitting on the floor, and she reached up to turn the radio off. She probably saw what song was coming on next, and knew that it wouldn't help. Edward was sitting in the swivel chair at the desk in the left corner of the room, humming a soothing melody gently.
Kendra cried until early the next morning when her eyes finally ran dry. She curled up in a ball in my arms. I rubbed my hand up and down her back and kissed the top of her head. I tried to think happy thoughts as I held her hand, offering my feelings to her. Every now and again I would feel her pull some away, but never enough to improve her condition drastically.
"Derrick?" Spencer spoke for the first time.
"Yeah?" I said, my voice cracking from being silent for so long. I swallowed harshly.
"School starts in a half an hour, so if we were planning on going, it would have to be now." He said.
"Oh."
"It's sunny today. We're not going to school." Alice said from the floor. She also hadn't moved all night.
"It's sunny?" I asked in shock. The window in our room was closed, but normally a little sunlight would pass through the thin curtains.
Edward nodded from his corner. "It's not safe for us to be outside."
"Well duh." Spencer said. I gave him a look to shut up. He clamped his mouth together tight.
Alice phone buzzed suddenly.
"Hello?" She answered. "Uh huh. Okay. No. We're at Kendra's. Uh huh. Yeah. Alright. See you soon. Bye." She hung up her phone and turned to me.
"My family is on their way over. Since its Friday, Esme was wondering if they'd be able to spend a long weekend here with you. For moral support, of course." She explained. She must have seen my answer, since she obviously gave her family the okay to come over.
"That's fine." I agreed. "The guest rooms are down the hall on the left."
"Thank you." Edward said from the corner, his gaze focused on Kendra. It was unnerving, the way that he looked at her. It reminded me of, well, me.
"Kendra?" I asked softly, tilting my head down. "Are you going to be alright?" She opened her eyes; they were pitch black. It reminded me of my suddenly vicious thirst.
"Yeah." She said, her voice hard.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" I swore I heard a growl, but before I could be sure, the sound cut off.
"I just can't believe she punched me!" She exclaimed.
I laughed. "Me either. Are you okay? She didn't hurt you too bad, did she?"
"No. Brittney punches like a girl." She said.
"Uh, sis? She is a girl." Spencer said, chuckling.
"Yeah, but I mean, I throw a dang good uppercut. Compared to mine, Britt's arm is like Jell-O." She said.
"I know." Alice said. "Your head didn't even move when she punched you."
Kendra laughed. "Yeah. But I guess I don't really know. It's just the fact that she even tried that upsets me." I nodded.
"They're here." Edward said after a few minutes.
"I'll go let them in." Spencer offered.
"No need. Just open the window."
"Alright." It really was sunny outside as five sparkling figures jumped into the room.
"Hello." They all greeted in unison. Kendra smiled.
"Hi."
Funicle, right? I know it was a bad place to end, but I had to.
Gots to gos! :D
Kendra