I found myself outside my old home, in California. I had to cover myself well so I wouldn't be noticeable in the sunlight. After staying with the Cullens, I decided to leave them, to visit my parents' graves. I walked into the empty house. I didn't bother flicking on the lights.
When I entered my room, I was shocked. Everything was exactly where I'd left it. I did smell an unusual smell in the house. The scent wasn't familiar to me at all, but it was a human's. Probably my parents' murderer.
I left the house in a rush, getting back into the car I stole on the way here. I drove to the local grave and got out of the car. It starting pouring. I heard a peal of thunder in the distance. Ball time, I thought to myself. Soon enough, I found my parents' graves.
John Robert Williams Ann Rose Williams
1948-1982
I knelt by their graves and saw only red. I couldn't anything else. Anger flooded through me. I tasted venom inside my mouth. I then noticed a third grave right next to theirs. It had my name on it. My death date was the same year as theirs, the year that I was transformed by Carlisle. I could make out Tiff's handwriting on ten of the cards that lay there. It looked like there was several dozens of cards there. Everything was now a dangerous bright red. It clouded my vision. I still had the scent of the killer clearly inside my head. I used it to track him.
Without even going back to the car, I headed towards the nearest dark, ghetto city. To my surprise, I caught his scent. I found the man, drunk from alcohol, sitting in an empty alley. I smiled. He glanced up and saw me. He smiled and waved two fingers inviting me to him.
He looked happy when I came close to him. I was about to drain him when I realized that the creep's blood would be inside me. I knocked the man unconscious in a single blow and found a rusty pocketknife in one of his jacket pockets. I slit his throat and ran far away, not wanting to be attracted to his blood.
I spent five years hunting humans before returning to the Cullens.
The years passed, and I was mature like everyone else. I felt part of the Cullen family. By now, I was great friends with the Denali family and was happy with my new family. After we graduated from high school, we stayed with the Denali Coven. We always had to stay in a city that was rarely sunny, so no one would see our skin sparkle in the sun.
We moved to Forks and enrolled there in high school for two years, already in peace with the Quileute tribe. The tribe contained werewolves but there weren't any present. The werewolf trait ran through the blood of descendents of our peacemakers, the blood inside these children wasn't triggered yet, so we had nothing to worry about. They stayed on their side of the treaty line and we stayed on ours.
I had learned much from my family that hardly bothered speaking to me with my power. When they had personal thoughts on their minds, I blocked everyone, including myself, out. I was seventeen—well it said on my driver's license— this year. We always start out as freshmen, so we could stay in the city longer.
Today, of course, had to be one of the most boring days for a vampire. I envied all the humans around our lunch table, with their careless minds and being able to fall asleep at night. Even Edward was thinking of being able to sleep. I wish I could fall asleep and then I could dream.
I would most likely say that the most interesting thing today was that a new girl, Isabella Swan was enrolling in our school. She was Chief Swan's daughter who came here to Forks from Phoenix. I remembered a murky memory of Tiff, and wondered if she would look like her. I unblocked the students, out of curiosity, and found out to my disappointment that the girl looked like the complete opposite. She was completely ordinary, yet everyone marveled at her like she was a shiny new toy in first grade. I tried not to concentrate on my siblings' minds, yet it was very difficult since I was so attuned to their thoughts. Emmett was still pissed that he had lost a wrestling match with Jazz last night. I smiled slightly at his anger. Jasper was suffering, same as usual, with sticking to our diet.
Edward. Alice called Edward, because it was his job to give her the news of anything new about him. I stared at them both. They were good when it came to private conversations.
How is he holding up? She asked. Of course I had to listen anyway. I usually helped Edward with Jasper. Edward frowned, but just a little so it wouldn't seem unusual. He could've been frowning at boredom for all anyone knew.
Is there any danger? She immediately searched into the future, finding nothing. Edward shifted his head to the left, sighed, and then shifted it to the right. Only Alice and I knew that he was shaking his head at us.
Let me know if this gets too bad, and that goes for you, too, Mia. We both looked up at the ceiling and then down to the floor.
Thanks for doing this.
I was a little annoyed with Jasper. Why hold off hunting for two weeks? This wasn't some type of experiment where if he messed up, we could always try again. But two weeks wasn't that bad, well for me. It would be a slight burning in the throat whenever a human walked too close to us—which they rarely did. It was as if they could sense that we were dangerous to them.
Jasper was unavoidably dangerous at this moment.
A small girl, talking to her friends, tossed her short hair and ran her fingers through it. The heaters carried her scent towards us. I frowned. My throat was at a slighter more of a burning stage. I knew I, too, should have hunted with him, but the smell was bearable; at least for me.
Jasper was letting his imagination take over. He was thinking of just killing the innocent, weak human. I blocked out most of it before it started. His thoughts were stronger to me than the actual scent of her. Edward kicked his chair, most likely seeing his whole image of hunting the girl.
"Sorry." Jazz muttered. Ed shrugged.
"You weren't going to do anything. I could see that." Alice was trying to soothe him. She began to try and lecture Jasper on thinking of them as regular people and not food. I stared at something random, my thoughts drifting.
Alice stood up, taking her food tray—prop to us—with her and walked out the door.
That's when I heard his name. Edward Cullen. I tried to find out whose 'voice' that was and was unsuccessful. Usual no one talked about us, unless it was about us being freaks.
Edward turned around, his own reflex, and met the eyes of the new girl. He looked away, utterly bored.
I blocked all thoughts out of my head and let my mind wander. I knew that Edward would tell me everything later, whether he wanted to or not. I smiled at this thought and wandered what the new girl thought of us. Did she also think we were freaks? She probably did from the way everyone never looks our way. I tried to read her thoughts, but I got nothing. I tried again, concentrating on only her. Still, nothing. I looked up to see if she had moved. She was still next to the girl named Jessica. Weird. Maybe I was just too bored to focus on her thoughts. I got worried; I didn't even hear a whisper from her.
"Jessica Stanley is giving the new girl all the dirty laundry on the Cullen clan." Edward said, talking to Emmett and I. Emmett chuckled.
"Rather unimaginative actually. Just the barest hint of scandal. Not an ounce of horror. I'm a little disappointed." Edward replied to one of Emmett's thoughts. Emmett said something else, but it was just a buzz in the back of my head. I concentrated on Edward because he was trying to read the girl's mind as well. To my shock, he couldn't hear her thoughts either. He picked my mind to see if I got anything and was curious about the new girl's thoughts. He concentrated harder on her, letting in everyone else's thoughts. He glanced at me, as if looking for reassurance.
I can't hear her either. I thought to him.
The buzz from his head was too much for me, so I blocked him out, not wanting to go insane from the noise. He was impossibly difficult to block out. I got up and left the room. I wondered if vampires could get headaches.
As I was walking out, I felt someone's eyes on me and turned around. The new girl was staring at me. As soon as she saw that I had caught her looking at me, she blushed a deep red and looked away. I better hunt soon. I thought to myself as a sharp pain stabbed my throat. I saw Edward glancing at me, reading my thoughts.
I walked out.