Fights and Forgivness
Twins of Night and Day chapter seven
I'm dedicating this to…Finn from Storm Hawks! You'll see why at the bottom in the author's note ;)
Alex was still apprehensive about meeting them, even as they walked up the long drive the next morning. His eyes were still glowing bright red with his most recent meal.
Roz was practically dancing as she walked, happily impatient. Jeza walked slowly, with Alex behind the others.
Do you think it's a good idea to let Alex meet them? She asked Roz.
Why wouldn't it be, Roz laughed mentally, a grin on her face. Caleb likes them well enough.
But that's Caleb, Jeza reasoned. Caleb judges people better than Alex does.
Alex will like them, Roz insisted.
But he hates all that renounce the old ways. Jeza countered truthfully. He is ancient, even for our kind.
Alex will like them. Roz said again. Caleb never trusts anyone, but he's still found friends in the family.
Caleb's trust and Alex's favor are two very different things. Jeza stopped when her twin turned toward her and glared.
"What do you mean?" she asked out loud. They only talked out loud when they were upset with the other and wished to bring the others into their argument.
You know what I mean, Jeza hissed, she didn't want to announce her unease yet. She glared back, her russet-orange eyes snapping like fire. It's too late to go back now so go on. Caleb and Alex are going to wonder what's wrong with you.
I'm telling you, Alex will behave. Roz said haughtily, turning and marching up the drive again. Caleb hurried to catch up.
If you say so, Jeza replied, slipping the comment in before Roz raised walls against metal conversation. Jeza shook back her hair and sis the same. Only when they were beyond annoyed or angry did they close off their thoughts from each other.
Jeza had parked her truck near the garage early and went back to join her family to walk with them.
Roselie was leaning against it now, a smirk on her face. She looked good against the bright blue paint, like a car magazine model posing for a cover shot.
"She's pretty, ain't she?" Jeza laughed; Alex went with her to the truck and Roselie.
"Very," Roselie agreed with a grin. "Edward said it was nice, but too big for him."
Roz scowled, passing by with Caleb and going inside. Emmett's huge frame squeezed through the door after them; he had come to see the huge vehicle
"Too big," his laughter was just as big and booming outside. "It's just perfect!"
"Thank you, I rather think so, too." Jeza bowed playfully. Quickly remembering who had come with her. She smirked lightly. "This is Alexander, or Alex."
"Alex, please," he looked inviting as he shook the hands of the acquaintances. Jeza looked at him; he was pretending for her sake. He knew that how he acted mattered to the girls in public, but in private was his own matter. He would do nothing to disappoint them in public no matter how they disappointed him. Caleb was just kind in public to their friends.
"Alex, these two are Roselie and Emmett," Jeza continued.
"Do you want to meet the others?" Emmett asked.
"I'm sure they'll want to meet you," Roselie added, eyeing Alex with subtle interest. Jeza understood; he was breath-takingly handsome to mortals, and to vampires he was equally gorgeous and elegant.
Alex smiled. The Vanquish could wait if it meant the pleasing his fledglings, his daughters…no matter what they had done in his eyes. The four of them went inside.
Alex was introduced to the other Cullens and them to him. Neither of the girls met the other's eyes long enough for a conversation to start.
"The girls told us that you changed them when you met them in a jail cell," Carlisle spoke level with Alex. He thought understood that Alex would do anything for the girls, just as he would for his family. "Why?"
"They reminded me of someone," Alex replied sparingly. "I couldn't bear to see them die, so I did the only thing I could to keep them from death."
Both girls looked at him with reserved affection, and an underlying fear that no one saw.
Do you see now? Roz said, her walls lowered now, Jeza's had been lowered when they left each other outside. I told you Alex would be nice.
Yes, Jeza replied, not bringing up that it was only him playing nice. Am I forgiven?
There is nothing in need of forgiveness. Roz mentally smiled at her. You just spoke your mind.
Jeza smiled in the irony of the words. It's hard to do when you speak through thought, Rozzy.
True, very true.
"Are you planning on staying here long?" Roselie asked as she test drove Jeza's huge truck, Emmett sitting in the back seat by himself.
"I don't know," Jeza replied, putting her feet up on the dashboard and leaning back against her seat. "It all depends on how Alex is feeling about you after today."
"Anything we can do to make him like us?" Roselie laughed.
"We want to keep you around for a while longer." Emmett winked at her.
"I don't know," she grinned, repeating herself. "He doesn't like anyone, really."
"You said the same thing about Caleb and he fits in just fine." Emmett grinned back.
"Caleb and Alex are very different." Jeza's expression fell. "Caleb fallows us; we trust you so he does, too, no matter what. If we're happy, he's happy. Alex…well, Alex is Alex."
She couldn't say anything; she didn't want to be in any more trouble than she already was. Alex was playing nice for the time being to show that he wanted to stay with her. He knew that if he was too rash, she and Roz would leave him to stay with the Cullens. Both had already found their niche in the family in such a short time, and they were willing to. He was terrified no matter how much he tried to hide it.
"He runs your life, doesn't he?" Bella sat on the floor with Edward, Alice, and Roz.
"No, he doesn't run our lives," Roz said slowly, looking over her shoulder to make sure Alex wasn't nearby. "He looks at us as his daughters, I think. He spoils us. But sometimes he's too controlling."
"That's kind of harsh, isn't it?" Edward asked, absently running his hands through his hair.
"Kind of, I guess," she shrugged. "But he's the closest thing we've ever had to a father. We were abandoned by our real father when we were five. Alex was there, and he did save our lives. He's allowed to be a little harsh."
"Really random question," Alice tugged a spike in her hair. "But how old is Alex?"
Okay, I know I told some of you this would have been up yesterday, but I updated one of my long forgotten fics instead. Anyway, I was zone-ing out on Storm Hawks on Cartoon Network while I was writing this chapter and I just couldn't help it, I had to say something about Finn, he's just so funny! I love him, and I CLAIM HIM!!!
Anyway, sorry, but here's chapter seven, as promised…and Alex, oh god, Alex. You're all gonna hate him at the end of the next chapter if you're perceptive, otherwise, chapter nine is really gonna be killer. I apologize for anyone that actually likes Alex! Anyway, see you in chapter eight: Alex, Oh, Alex!!
