Hi everyone, I rewrote this chapter because I really, really, really hated it. The first part is the same but the rest is completely changed. This is my favorite chapter by far and the longest! I adore it.
I do not own anything Twilight, even Whitney's name. Yes, she is one of Stehenie's characters. If you read the first chapter of Midnight Sun you'll find her in there. Jasper almost kills her and Edward kicks his chair. Hmm, that sounds alot like my story. haha All Steph gave was a name and I gave her life!
Rosalie's POV
What the hell is she staring at? I thought. I twisted my head to look up at the ceiling. There wasn't anything up there, just a white ceiling.
I think we've caught ourselves a loon.
She whined in pain. She sounded like a little five year old, oh great and she looked like she might start to cry.
I think I might excuse myself if that happens. Like Carlisle and Esme always say, "Good Lord, Rosalie!! If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all!!" I admit that I'm not very good at that. So, I just leave the room before things like, "shut your ugly face" or, "don't be such a little bitch Edward" slip out of my mouth.
She started rubbing her neck. Like that would help, I scoffed. The only thing that would help was the thing that was our curse, drinking blood.
I couldn't help but feel such sympathy and sadness for this girl's situation. She is too young to have had any significant life experiences and now she will never have any chance to have those iconic human moments.
She sat up and looked around at all of us with at first a look of surprise and then fury.
Her hair had changed color completely. It went from that ugly half-brown-half-blond color to a very strange, but very pretty burgundy. That's only color that comes to mind when I look at it. Instead of it being mainly purple-ish brown like regular burgundy hair, her hair was closer black as the base color and intense deep red was woven in harmoniously. If there was black fire, it would be the same color as her hair. It made a stark contrast against her now white skin. Her hair cascaded down just to the bottom of her shoulder blade. It had natural ringlets but there were few because they were so large and loose. It almost qualified for wavy if the curls weren't so defined through the bottom half of her hair.
It was an exotic look. I was jealous.
Her face didn't look too different. Her lips are a little more even. The beauty mark she had on he left cheek was gone now. The roundness of her features were still prominent. Her eyes seemed to have gotten a little larger. They were mesmerizing.
This girl's not going to have to try hard to get what she wants. That's for sure.
We were all staring at her. Carlisle was about to say something but,
She ran to and out the door. Edward and Alice didn't looked alarmed so we all guessed Whitney wasn't going to do anything bad.
Since a lot of our walls are glass we watched her run around the house towards the river as we stood up. We walked to the door and I looked to Edward, he knew what she was thinking. He was smirking and he gave me a, "you'll find out in a second" look.
We were all very quiet as we walked up behind her, not wanting to scare her.
She was kneeling over the river's edge and drinking water!
Emmett looked just as surprised as me. Jasper looked a little fidgety, from the new girl's edgy-ness. Carlisle and Esme stood in front of our little welcoming committee holding hands.
She stopped drinking, clearly frustrated. She threw a rock at a tree and stared, stilled with shock at the hole in the tree. She was starting to pant now then she breathed through her nose and stiffened immediately looking flabbergasted. Yeah, the scents take some time to get used to.
She went back to panting and started to rock back and forth while holding her knees and looking around quickly.
Carlisle cleared his throat to get her attention. She whipped her head around to look at us. More like give us a death glare.
She slowly turned herself, on the balls of her feet, to face us in a crouch. She reached behind her and I heard something crumble.
I look back over to Edward and he has his hand over his mouth to hide his smile and his eyes looked surprised and... happy.
Alice was looking at Whitney sweetly.
"I'm leaving." She hissed. I bit my lip to hold back my remark. Where are you going to go?
"I'm sorry, but we can't let you leave." said Carlisle.
"You better let me go or you'll have to deal with the side effects of what you did to me." she said, threatening us! Did she honestly think she could take all of us? I looked to Edward and he nodded with his eyes closed sending the message, "I know" like he couldn't believe it either.
She took a big rock cracked it half. Ok, so she was planning to fight us.
"Ppfffhh" went Emmett. You could always rely on him to be the first one to piss off a new born.
He caught the rock she hurled at face. How dare she! If she wasn't new and practically a child I would have taught her a thing or two about what happens when you mess with someone's mate.
To tell the truth I thought Emmett was being a little insensitive by scaring the girl by grinding the rock into dust. Her eyes looked like they were about to fall out of her head.
"Well what do you know, I've got the side effects too!" he said acting surprised and chuckling. I let a few snickers slip.
"EMMETT!" Esme snapped looking appalled.
Whitney looked very panicked and plain terrified now.
"Please don't hurt me again!" she begged. What does she mean by again?
"Whitney, dear, don't be afraid. We aren't going to hurt you." Said Esme gently taking a step forward. Whitney took two back.
"How do you know my name?" her voice was a normal tone now and that seemed to startle her a lot.
"What did you do to me?!" she yelled.
Poor thing.
"There was an accident Whitney, but you're ok now. Do you want to come inside and change your shirt?" Esme asked softly slowly advancing on Whitney.
She looked down at her wet white shirt that was also stained with her own gore from Jasper's attack. She gasped in shock and crossed her arms over herself quickly, her dark blue bra was quite visible.
"Come on, you can pick something out of my closet." Alice said leaving Jasper's side for the first time in almost 2 days and walking towards Whitney. Whitney took a couple of steps back. Alice looked upset at that.
"Please don't be afraid Whitney. We really aren't going to hurt you. I promise." Alice said smiling.
"From your closet?" Whitney asked with veneration.
"Yeah!" Alice beamed back.
"Ok." she whispered seeming to have forgotten her fears as she walked up to Alice. Alice hooked their arms and we all started to the house.
This should be good I thought. My days of being bored are over for sure.
Whitney's POV
I don't know what got into me when I locked arms with Alice.
Alice frickn' CULLEN! My friends are going to flip!
They seemed like they were telling the truth. Maybe I should trust them. They seem nice,
for evil sadists.
When walking up the front door steps I took in the beauty of their house. No, it was a mansion. The inside was just as breathtaking, if not more.
From what I could taste(breathing through my mouth) everything smelled so good too. Sweet and... delicious.
When Alice and I reached the bottom of the stairs Carlisle said,
"Alice, why don't you go get the shirt and Whitney can stay down here with the rest of us."
"I'll be right back. Any color preference?" She asked with her high pitch voice, smiling at me sweetly.
She is so pretty.
I tried not to stare and quickly assessed my outfit in my mind. What would go best with it.
"Grey." I answered quietly. My new voice still freaked me out.
She skipped up the large staircase gracefully.
I bet she takes ballet or teaches it.
I felt a hand on the back of my shoulder. I almost jumped out of my skin. Instead of jumping like I usually do why I do when I get startled I felt my muscles coil, I got closer to the ground and I bared my teeth.
It felt so natural. Like breathing. Which is still very painful at the moment.
I stood up straight again when I saw that it was Mrs. Cullen. She is so gorgeous. My eye sight seems to be beyond 20/20 vision but I couldn't see a single flaw on her face. You'd think that with better eye sight you could see people's flaws easier. I could count her long, brown eyelashes from where I'm standing. I couldn't help but notice all of these little things. It's so distracting. I feel like a little kid with ADD who sees something shiny every time I turn my head. I started to count her lashes.
She was about to say something but Alice came back downstairs a grey, long, drawstring hem cardigan.
"Come on, you can change in... here!" she said quickly while grabbing my arm and pulling me down the hall and through a swinging door. It was a kitchen full of top of the line, high tech cooking gear.
what?
"Why can't I change in a bathroom?" I asked slowly not sure if I wanted to know why sadists changed their clothes in kitchens.
"There are mirrors in there. Your appearance has changed somewhat drastically over the past couple of days." she said slowly like she was figuring out what was safe to say,"I, we, don't want you to get startled or scared before you know whats going on."
What does she mean "drastically"? Was I deformed?!
"Now that I think about it you should face the wall. You might see your reflection in the toaster or something." she said while spinning me to face the wall. Some of my hair whipped into my face.
I took a staggering loud gasp. My hair was black! I reached up to touch it but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my hand. It was almost as white as a sheet of paper.
I couldn't hold back my high pitched scream.
"Shh Whitney its ok. Sshh." Alice said while taking my shirt off for me."Whitney put your arms out." she was putting the cardigan on for me.
What do they want with me? What did they do to me?! Why are they dressing me? Am I going to be some sort of sacrifice for the devil or something? I bet they worship the devil!
I was panicking and scared shitless.
I heard some very quiet mumbling coming from the other room.
Just keep your mouth shut Whitney. I ordered myself. You don't want to make them angry.
Alice "sadist" Cullen gave me a hug. I kept trembling trying to hold back my whimpers.
"It's ok Whitney. Your going to be fine I promise." she said looking at me concerned.
What's your definition of "fine" pixie?
She took my hand and we left the kitchen. The rest of her family was still in the hallway by the stairs. They hadn't moved at all.
UGH! My throat hurts. I'm going to breathe through my nose and stick with that. It was startling at first but it's better than the burn. Which wasn't completely gone when I breathed through my nose but it wasn't as bad.
Gosh there house smells good.
"Lets go into the living room, shall we?" Dr. Cullen announced he had a small smile on his face. He is so gorgeous.
Alice and I walked past Edward. I inhaled right beside him in mid-step. He smells AMAZING!
I stopped immediately and stepped right up to him and breathed in. He was cloaked in this sweet tasty scent. It made my throat sear but I didn't care. My mouth was flowing with saliva. I pulled his shirt from his chest and brought it to my nose. I want to eat this shirt!!
I felt my muscles coil again like before. I felt my head go hazy but my senses became sharper at the same time. I forgot my name. All that mattered was this smell and I needed more. Much more.
I bit his shirt. I heard this weird growling noise coming from somewhere really close. Wait, is that me?
Edward pulled away and I growled louder. The shirt tore as he stepped back, it was still between my teeth.
"Whitney let go." Mrs. Cullen said softly. She was pulling me up straight with a look of caution on her face. I felt this huge urge to growl at her but I let the shirt go reluctantly. My fear of these people was bigger than my hunger for that shirt.
I looked back to Edward, he wasn't there. I looked to the stairs and he was at walking the last few steps at the top and then I couldn't see him any more.
They all looked at me apprehensively. Mrs. Cullen put her arm around my shoulders.
"Come on everyone." she said
None of them said anything about me trying to eat a shirt. Thank you Jesus!Emmett looked like he was about to explode into laughter though but his dad gave him a look.
We walked into the living room. Rosalie and Emmett shared a love seat. Alice and Jasper sat on another couch near by. Dr. Cullen sat on a foot stool where he could face all of and Mrs. Cullen sat on a chic little white couch.
As soon as my butt hit that sofa I was assaulted by the same scent that was on Edward shirt. I felt my mind go hazy again and everyone seemed to take notice because they all stood up. I managed to grab a pillow before Mrs. Cullen pulled me up to the arm.
"Don't eat the furniture, sweety." she said with a light chuckle. Everyone laughed a little too. She pulled the pillow from my hands before I could burry my face in it. I frowned.
We walked out of the living towards the front door. Edward met us there. His hair was a little wet looking. Did he take a shower? He was wearing a completely new outfit too.
"We're going to sit on the porch steps for some fresh air. The living room was a little stuffy." Dr. Cullen said smiling to Edward. Edward laughed like understood perfectly what happened.
Was that their code for "the girl tried to eat the furniture"?
Me and Esme sat on the top step with Jasper and Alice next to us. Emmett laid outstretched on the steps in the middle and Rosalie laid her head on his chest. Edward walked by to go to the bottom of the steps near Carlisle. I breathed in deeply trying to catch of that smell again. He smelled completely different. I groaned in agitation. Mrs. Cullen giggled and gave my shoulders a squeeze bringing me into her side.
"I'm going to tell you straight forward, Whitney. Me and my family are vampires." Carlisle said plainly.
I stared at him for a minute.
"Vampires?" I said. These people are crazy. straight. up. crazy.
"Vampires." he said with ultimate surety
"Vampires?" I looked at his face. He was inhumanlybeautiful. They all were. They was always something odd about the Cullens. They were weird sometimes. Like I've never seen them eat. Ever.
"Vampires." Carlisle said again
"Vampires!?" I said a lot louder and slightly hysterical, starting to believe them now.
"Vampires." this time they all said it. Emmett yelled it out loud though and laughed.
Alice's POV
"Why are you telling me this?" She asked nervously. She looked like she might make run for it. Her eyes kept back and forth from all of our faces to the road. At the same time she was breathing through her mouth and alternating between rubbing, scratching, and lightly patting her neck. She looked like a beautiful drug addict.
"Don't scratch at your neck like that dear."' Esme said pulling Whitney's hand down.
"My throat hurts so bad. Do you have any hot tea or something?" she asked Esme, the pain she was experiencing was clear in her voice.
"Tea won't do any good. We'll do something about your throat in a few minutes." Esme said rubbing her shoulder.
"That brings me to my point. Whitney, you are a vampire now. Like the rest of us." We were all silent letting the information sink in.
Whitney's POV
I'm a vampire? I'm a vampire. I'm a vampire?! Oh lord.
This isn't good.
I looked at Edward. All the girls just wanted to die when he and Bella got together. I was one of them.
I looked at Emmett. Look up hunk in the dictionary and you'll find his picture.
I looked at Jasper. He was so mysterious and constantly brooding. I just wanted to run my fingers through his blond hair and give him something to be happy about. wink. wink. nudge. nudge.
I couldn't really stare at Alice and her mom since they were right next to me. Alice made me want to dye my hair black and cut it short. Her mother... I want to be her when I grow up.
I looked at Rosalie last she was the most beautiful of all. An angel. I bet she never looked bad a second in her life. It's not fair.
Wait. A. Second!
"Ohmygodohmygod! You are all freakishly beautiful. Does that mean-?" I left the question hanging the air. I didn't want to get her hopes to high up by saying it out loud.
"Yup. Your smokn' hot too." said Rosalie playfully.
"I'm like the rest of you." I said happily to myself. Everyone at schools dream, to be a Cullen and I am!
"What's that got to do with my throat." I asked Carlisle getting back to business.
"It's all the result of your change."
"Into a vampire?"
"Oh for goodness sake!" Rosalie groaned into Emmett's shoulder.
"Yes, a vampire. It's your body telling you you're thirsty."
"Thirsty?" I asked confused.
"For blood." said Carlisle sadly
Duh Whitney that was astupid question. Of course they drink blood. We drink blood.
Ew, I'm going to have to drink blood. I thought disturbed
"There is something we need to make clear now." Esme said looking at Carlisle, who nodded in agreement.
"Whitney, our family lives a very specific lifestyle, very humane. We only hunt animals. Very few of our kind choose this life. They live nomadic lives only moving from place to place just to find there next meal, humans. We aren't going to make you stay here if you truly don't wish to, but since your so young we recommend it. You can be a part of our family where we will love and take care of you or you can live as a nomad."
Alright Whitney the decision of your life. Have a family or be a lone wolf?.. I mean vampire.
"I don't want to be alone." I whispered. "But why can't I just go back to my family?"
"Their human. You may be tempted and your not going to age any more. You'll live and look the same for.. ever" said Edward
"I would kill my own family?"I said on the verge of tears
"It's very likely." responded Edward. "You'll learn restraint over the years though."
"Years?" I whispered. "Forever?! We live forever? That's why I can't see my family again, I wont change?" I whimpered.
"Yes." he answered sadly
Forever is a fucking long time.
I put my face in my hands and took a deep shaky breath then groaned at the pain in my throat. "I want to live with you all." I said confident in my decision. My decision to leave my family for another.
"So no food at all, just blood? Really?" I asked upset.
"Yup." Rosalie said with her hand covering her eyes. She looked like she didn't want to talk about food any more.
"I remember this one time I smelled some steaks, my favorite food when I was human, and I thought it would taste great--" Emmet started telling a story I wasn't paying attention.
My breath was coming in ragged and going out in hisses.
"Can we does something about my throat now?!" can't they see how much pain I'm in?
"Let's go hunting." said Carlisle
I was the first one to stand up.
Please review! Sorry to all the people who wait for me to update while I had my little breakdown. From now on no rushed crappy chapters! Since you all waited and put up with me I'll have the next chapter up on Monday or Tuesday.
They go hunting!
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