The next month passed by so quickly it felt like I blinked and suddenly the calendar read October 31st.
I have been planning a party for Alec without him knowing. Tonight, our whole class is showing up at my house for a Halloween/Alec's birthday party.
"Happy birthday baby." I whisper to Alec, coming up behind him in the commons area and wrapping my arms around his waist. He is standing with a group of his friends, most of whom I know considering Alec and I have been inseparable for around two months now.
He twists around in my arms, grinning broadly. "Thanks, baby." He murmurs, leaning down and kissing me softly and quickly.
"You're wearing your sweater." I remark with a delighted smile. Last weekend when I was out shopping with Alice, I bought him a v-neck black cashmere sweater that clings to his muscular form even with a gray tee shirt underneath that peaks out at the top. He told me it looks like something right off the cover of Gays Illustrated.
"Thought I could humor you for a day." He smiles.
"You look amazing in it." I tell him. It's true. He looks so bad ass in black. I get chills just looking at him.
He laughs almost inaudibly and says, "With you around, I don't think anyone is going to be paying much attention to my sweater."
I roll my eyes. My long sleeved pumpkin-orange shirt, denim skinny jeans, long lacy billowy black vest, and orange pumps can hardly be considered attention-grabbing, though denying I look nice today would be a lie. But just wait until he sees my outfit for the party.
"Lies. Anyways, I'm glad you're wearing the sweater because it goes perfectly with your gift." I smile excitedly.
"Carls-" He starts up, but I cut him off, "Don't Alec. I like doing this kind of stuff. It makes me happy."
It's true. I like doing things for Alec. His family is in a tough situation right now and the least I can do is buy him things with my limitless cash. Carlisle, Arianna and I have been working together to transfer Alissia to Carlisle's hospital. Carlisle told Arianna that Alissia will be getting chemo for free, and she will, but it's not because Carlisle is authorized to do that for friends. It's because Carlisle is paying for it, but he hasn't told Arianna that.
"And I promise you'll love it." I add with a sly smile.
"Sure, sure, whatever." His lofty grin returns. Sure, sure. A phrase he picked up from me. One I picked up from Jacob Black.
Jake.. A sudden pang of hurt grips my heart. My hand instinctively rises to my face, brushing over the nearly invisible, thin, jagged scars running down my cheek.
I stare vacantly at the sun peeking out of the line of trees bordering the school. Where is Jake right now? He didn't return to La Push, we checked with the pack. They say he hasn't transformed since the day after my birthday. No one had really payed attention to him when he had transformed then, thinking he was with me and knowing we like our time to be private.
Now he is gone without a trace and it is all my fault. My hand itches to call Jake's cell. He probably still has it on him as a just in case. I need to apologize.. Tell him he needs to come home. I miss him. More than I can describe. I get a cold, empty feeling in my chest when I think of him.
"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" Alec asks with concern, noticing my sudden change in mood, grabbing my hands that had dropped from him and holding them in between us.
The feeling of our fingers laced together takes away the darkness that had begun to engulf me. Alec is the antidote to my pain.
I smile up at him and say, "Nothing, just thinking about how to tell you about the party." I bite my lip, toying with him. He catches my lie, I can tell, but is too distracted by the mention of a party to call me out.
"What party?" He asks, a crease appearing between his eyebrows.
"Well, tonight my parents are out at a medical convention in Seattle, so my siblings have helped me get a party planned and so everyone is coming to my house tonight to celebrate your birthday." I wrap my arms around his neck, wondering if he's going to be angry.
"Are you serious?" He asks, eyes becoming excited.
"You said this place never has any parties, and I didn't have enough time to throw a party for my birthday, so.." I shrug, smiling.
"Carls, you're amazing!" He laughs, hugging me by my waist and swinging me in a circle. I laugh wildly, holding onto him as my hair swishes around me. Just a minute ago he was getting pissed that I bought him a present, and now he is praising me for throwing him a party? I cannot keep up with this boy..
He sets me down and kisses me. I smile into the kiss, then pull him closer. He opens his mouth and I slide my tongue in, feeling the wet, soft warmth of his tongue eagerly.
The thirst plagues me, but I fight it off. I have practiced my self control and discipline since I almost slipped up a month ago. Alec either forgot it or decided not to mention it.
We head towards my first hour, talking the whole way, his arm wrapped around my waist.
After school, I drive Alec to get tested for his license. He passed easily, he has been preparing for it for a long time. I love seeing him so excited.
"In honor of this great accomplishment," I announce as we walk out of the license building, "I give you permission to drive my baby to my house."
Alec looks over at me, eyes wide, jaw slack. I laugh, pressing my keys into his hand. He jumps to life, laughing and racing across the lot to my car. I watch him with a smirk, following suit and sliding into the passenger seat.
Alec was elated as he drove to my house in the car he has always wanted.
Alec and I hardly ever go to my house. I don't like my family's scrutiny, although he doesn't know of the intense radar we are on. He doesn't realize they can hear every single word.
But our costumes (which are matching, of course) are at my house, the party is at my house, and his gift is at my house. So to my house we go.
Alec pulls into the driveway, turns the ignition off, and leans his head back against the headrest, breathing hard. I watch him in amusement, his hands shaking slightly.
"Was that fun?" I ask with a smirk.
"You have no idea." He breathes.
Suddenly, I'm feeling a little sultry. I lean over and whisper in his ear, "Do you think you'd have more fun riding me?" As soon as the words leave my lips I am humiliated. I can't believe I just said that. I am not that type of girl. For one thing, I don't know how to be sexy and seductive, and for another, why am I even trying to be? My cheeks burn.
Alec's body goes rigid, his heart thumping hard. "I think that's pretty obvious." He whispers in a hoarse voice. I almost take pride in the reaction I am able to get from him.
I laugh and play things off coolly. "Come on, I want to show you your present." I hop out of the car, and he stumbles out. I press the code into the dial on the garage and the door slides up with a groan.
"I talked some things over with Arianna," I begin, walking towards the back. "and my family helped out of course.." I gulp nervously, wondering how mad he is going to be before he becomes happy. Somewhere between enraged and furious.
"Carlie, please tell me you didn't.." Alec says from behind me as we approach the form of a car covered in a beige tarp.
"I did." I giggle, pulling the tarp off and revealing a sleek, shiny crimson machine.
"I-is that a F-Ferrari 458 Italia?" He stutters.
"Mhm." I chirp proudly.
"I can't accept that." He says while still staring at the shiny vehicle longingly.
"Don't be ridiculous. Here." I press the key into his palm. He holds it up, examining the key ring I have attached to it. I blush lightly.
"It was Rose's idea." I mutter in embarrassment. I peer over his shoulder at the heart shaped small clear plastic containing a picture of Alec and I at the zoo with the red panda. Vanessa sent it to Arianna.
"It's perfect." He says quietly. My blush deepens.
"Come on. This is super embarrassing, but my family got you a gift also, and it was Emmett's idea, which tells you already how awful it is. We can take it back tomorrow if you don't want it." I assure him. Surprisingly, Emmett and Alec have become almost sort of friends. It's freaky. Whenever Emmett sees Alec at school he goes and talks to him about some recent game that was on or some other guy thing.
"This one should be good." Alec laughs, and I know he is expecting some sort of gag gift, which I guess it could sort of be considered that way. But he really is going to be shocked.
We walk into the living room (which has been transformed into a dancing room, furniture cleared out, a huge sound system and DJ booth, multi-colored lights on the ceiling, cobwebs in various places, a huge spiderweb with a massive spider clouding the window, a coffin propped up in the corner, a few zombies here and there, blood spatter on the back wall, and along the wall behind the DJ booth in huge sparkling oranage letters is HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEC, and all of this makes Alec stumble a little but he doesn't have time to comment) and and are met with a chorus of happy birthdays. Alec, in good nature, thanks them all and smiles the whole time, fighting back the fear I know he must be feeling. I can smell the adrenaline surging through him. I wonder what he thinks it is. Still jittery around them? New to such a large, beautiful, wealthy family? How long can we play on those things? When will he start asking more questions? He's too perceptive for his own good.
"Okay Alec, you're going to love this. I swear." Emmett says excitedly, then dashes off, at a human pace, thank god.
"Brace yourself." I whisper to Alec in exasperation. Sometimes Emmett's antics really embarrass me. Okay, most of the time.
Emmett trots back in with a basket in his hands, like the one from that movie about the girl and the ruby slippers. He hands it to Alec, who timidly peeks inside. His eyes widen, and he hurriedly sets the basket on the ground, opening it widely. He pulls out a little white furball with striking ice blue eyes.
"We've decided to name him Emmett Jr. Right guys?" Emmett look for support from our family. Everyone rolls their eyes.
"Alec can name him whatever he pleases." Esme says kindly.
"What is he? I mean what kind is he?" Alec asks, cradling the white blob in his arms.
"It's a Siberian Husky." I tell him, walking over. The little guy is sort of cute I guess. I've never really had pets, actually my aquarium Jasper got me is my first. If I had to get another, though, I would get a cat. I'm much more of a cat person.
I brush my fingers over the pure white coat. It's almost as soft as Alec's hair.
"This is awesome." Alec breathes.
"You really want to keep it?" I ask incredulously. I can't believe I never saw it. Alec is a total dog person. The gleam in his eyes when he looks at that yawning little creature.. How did Emmett know this would be the perfect gift?
"His name is Cullen." Alec announces with a smile.
"I guess it'll do." Emmett shrugs.
"I already bought Cullen a whole wadrobe." Alice informs Alec proudly. "I have him a cape for tonight. Oh, and he has a bed and a collar and a leash. And bowls, and some food, and a crate, and a dog house." Alice ticks things off on her fingers.
"We have a house to decorate, costumes to get in to, make up to put on, and hair to do. Maybe Cullen should go take a nap or something." I say kind of bitchily. I get anxious and antsy when there are things to be done in a short period of time.
I observe the house, wondering if only the living room has been decorated. The twinkling lights have been wrapped through the trees outside and some gory corpses, classic scarecrows, and hockey-masked murderers have been propped up against trees along the way.
I walk out, thoughtlessly leaving Alec alone with my family, and find there really isn't any decorating left actually. The dining room has multi-colored lights in it also, a large bronze cadelera in the middle of the table, and the food has already been set out. All of the food was made by top of the line bakers.
There are cupcakes with very lifelike curled up centipedes, slimy worms, chopped off toes, and little black mice. Pigs in a blankets made to look like fingers. On a large plate, carrots are used to make a pumpkin, with apple slices for a mouth, broccoli for a stem, and little bowls of dips for the nose and eyes.
The cake is widely elaborate, and I can't imagine any of the guests daring to cut into it and destroy it. That's the problem with cool cakes – no one eats them. There is three layers, getting smaller as they go up. They're slanted on top of each other to give the cake sort of a wacky look. The bottom layer is orange with large black polka-dots, the middle is white with an orange ribbon tied on it, and the top is orange with a black checkered pattern. On the top of the cake and randomly along the sides are black and orange stars with long silver stems sticking out.
There are cobwebs hanging on the ceiling, and small jack-o-lanterns on the window sills. There is a bowl of chips with a hand that is motion activated to come down when you try to get some. A low, suspenseful music plays in here that might be drowned out by the music from the other room when the party starts.
The kitchen, which is only partially decorated in case some confused guest accidentally wonders in here, is very, very dark. It has black candles covering nearly every available surface, and a few jack-o-lanterns here and there.
The foyer has fake bats hanging from the ceiling. The usual gold carpet leading in from the front door has been swapped for a tattered burgundy one with the taping outline of a body as if at a murder scene. The mirror has been switched out also for one that shows the image of a bloody bride when you look in it. In the crystal vases that we have on a table on the side of the winding staircase, eyeballs and severed toes have been put in. There must be a fog machine at the top of the stairs because creepy mist is coming ominously from there, seeping down onto the floor. A few ravens are perched on the banister. Blood is splattered on the wall on the side of the stairs.
I walk back through the house to the living room, scaring myself a few times with the ghouls and demons placed here and there. But nothing could have scared me more than when I arrive in the living room and find my family talking to each other about plans, and Alec nowhere to be seen. They all look up at me upon my entry, and Alice and Emmett smile innocently while the rest of my family doesn't seem to notice my concern.
"W-what did you do to Alec?" I stutter with a quavering voice.
"He got a paper cut. And it was just too much." Emmett's lips quiver as if he is about to cry, and Alice's expression goes sober. But they're the only two playing this game.
Jasper slugs Emmett on the shoulder and says, "Not funny," though he is clearly amused.
"He's fine, honey. Don't have a panic attack." Mom smiles tenderly, coming to comb her fingers through my hair.
"I walk into a nest of vampires and see those to nutshells grinning like maniacs," I wave my hand dismissively at Emmett and Alice, who both giggle like five-year-old's, "and Alec has vanished, and you expect me not to worry?" I ask incredulously, my heart still racing because I still don't know where Alec has gone.
"He's just at the bathroom, dear." Mom laughs. Suddenly Alec pops into the living room, and Mom drops her hands and retreats back to my family.
"Come on, let's go look outside." I grab Alec's hand, deciding to take him with me this time instead of risking Alice and Emmett getting any "brilliant" ideas to mess with the mortal.
Alec locks his hand firmly around mine, smiling lovingly at me. I smile back, and then lead him to the backyard. The chiminea is lit, letting out a trail of smoke. The furniture has cobwebs in the gaps, and the table has a jack-o-lantern resting on it. The old gazebo in the back looks perfect with the chipped paint since Emmett still hasn't painted it. There are candles in small plastic balls with leveled off bottoms, that way the wind doesn't put them out and if they tip over nothing catches on fire, lining the cobblestone pathways that lead through Esme's garden and out to the pool. The pool is heated, and we put a light in it that switches colors every few minutes and makes the whole pool glow.
"Your family is amazing. How long have they been working to get this all decorated?" Alec asks me in awe. All of last night considering they don't sleep, ever, and the short time spanse from when they got home and when we got here.
"Around a week." I lie, and he somehow doesn't catch it.
"I can't believe you guys have done all of this for me. The car, Cullen, the party. It's amazing. You're amazing." He looks up at me through his thick lashes with those smoldering green eyes that make me just want to rip his clothes off and have my way with him. Wait, what? When did I start thinking of that sort of stuff about him?
"It's really nothing. I enjoy it. Come on, I want to show you our costumes." I begin to lead him back into the house.
"You already bought me a costume?" He asks.
"Well of course. You wouldn't have time to get a decent one now." I explain.
"How did you know what size to get?" He seems a little creeped out. I guess it wouldn't end well if I told him Alice had sneaked into his room when he was sleeping two weeks ago and rummaged through his closet.
"I'm good at guessing." I shrug.
"Carlie." He gives me that stop-lying look.
"You're going to love it. It's so cute." I giggle, changing the subject quickly and expertly as we head up the stairs.
"Cute?" I can hear the nervousness in his voice.
"Not like, rainbows and bunnies cute. Cute as in, I want you so badly cute." I smile at him over my shoulder, wondering if it looks sultry like I meant it to be. From his expression, I'm going to assume so.
Alec suddenly grabs me from behind as we reach the top of the stairs, flipping me around and then pushing me up against the wall. I gasp in shock, but my gasp it cut off because Alec's lips are suddenly on mine. Needy and hungry, fierce and passionate. His hands cup my face, trying to be gentle, as if I am priceless china, yet needing to be rougher.
I slide my tongue into his mouth, getting wrapped up in the passion and heat. Our bodies press against each other tightly, leaving no room for even a sliver of air. I then have to remind myself that this is going to leap out of control faster than I can handle. I tear myself off of Alec reluctantly.
"There will be time for that later, but now we have to go get ready. Come on." I begin walking again, listening to Alec's rapidly thrumming heart like it is the most beautifully constructed symphony.
We walk into my room, and Alec pauses. He has never been in here before. I'm sure the first thing he notices is how completely, 100 percent girly it is. Or perhaps how huge it is. He surveys the place, eyes scanning over my violet walls, chandelier hanging from the ceiling, queen-sized white bed with a flowery design of lilacs and dozens of decorative pillows and a billowy violet canopy, windows taking up the far side of the room with a balcony that overlooks the backyard and has tons of tropical plants on it, study desk with a swivel chair and thin laptop along with my book bag, paper, a pencil cup, and my textbooks, a large white couch, huge saltwater aquarium with exotic fish darting around, bathroom that with the lights off is probably too dark for him to see inside of, and walk in closet that contains shelves and rows and cubbies and racks of skirts, dresses, scarves, sunglasses, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, hats, jeans, sweatpants, sweatshirts, tee shirts, tank tops, long-sleeved shirts, Gladiators, pumps, Stilleto's, flip flops, flats, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Alec lets out a low whistle, walking in and shutting the door behind him. Something my parents would never allow if they couldn't hear every single thing that is going on. But they have promised tonight that they will all go out hunting and give Alec and I some alone time. Arianna already agreed to let him stay out pretty late, and so we are going hottubbing tonight. He doesn't know it yet though.
"Sit wherever you like." I wave my hand around the room, and then disappear into the closet. I return a second later with his costume in my hand. It is in a black dress bag so he can't see it yet. He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing up my neck, obviously not too curious about his costume. Like I mind. The feeling of his lips against mine.. It's perfection.
This is going to be the best Halloween ever.
ALEC POV
My lips move down Carlie's neck, her skin flaming hot and as soft as satin. My hands slide down her hips, feeling the contours of her perfect body. Her arms reach back, twining her fingers into the hair at the back of my head and pressing herself closer to me. I slide one hand down her arm.
Suddenly she breaks free of the embrace, moving away from me. I am a little surprised by it, and more than a little hurt. She always does that. Leaves when things get intimate. Not to say that we haven't had many very passionate moments, more intense than anything I've ever experienced, but sometimes it's like she can't handle it. I don't mention it though because I'm not going to pressure her or anything.
"I'm going to change in my bathroom and start doing my make up. You change in here. Tell me when you're ready and I'll do your make-up." She smiles sweetly at me. I almost nod helplessly, but then her words register.
"I'll play dress up, but there is no way I'm wearing any make-up." I tell her with resolve. If I don't make-up my mind (no pun intended) sternly, she'll sucker me into doing anything.
"I knew you would say that." She laughs. "So I didn't count on it. No worries." She shrugs, then prances into her closet, then returns hardly half a second later with a dress bag in hand and gracefully lopes into her bathroom like a professional ballerina. It's amazing to watch her just move.
I unzip the bag and find a pair of black pants, a long-sleeved white button up, a crimson vest with golden buttons, one of those old-fashioned ruffled things that guys used to wear around their necks, and a black cape with one of those things that goes up around your neck and the back of your head. We're dressing up as vampires?
Hah. The irony. Vampires only exist in stories, are described as fast, strong, pale, graceful, and beautiful Carlie is all of those things, and I have never met a girl like her outside of books and movies.
My blood suddenly runs cold. A vampire. It would explain everything. Not coming to school on sunny days, being so impossibly graceful, the beauty of her and her family, when she caught that grape that I threw at her. But her family is like ice, and she is so warm. And aren't vampires suppose to be like the undead? I have felt her heart beating. It beats at like ninety miles and hour though.
Oh, shut up, Alec. I always throw myself into this stupid mind rambling. Carlie is not a vampire. Vampires don't exist. I'm being ridiculous. There is definitely something strange about her and her family, but it's not that they're mythical creatures.
I glance up at the bathroom where Carlie is, and notice the door is slightly ajar. I can see into it slightly. I watch as Carlie lifts up her shirt, only able to see the curve of her hip and waist, nothing above, though I'm not going to lie and say I don't wish I could.
She slips off her jeans, exposing what looks like a purple lace G-string. I swallow hard, my eyes unable to look away. And then she slides the g-string off. I clench my fists, my little friend in my pants becoming excited. I hungrily stare at the bare curves of her body, wanting so badly to burst in there and ravish her.
I pull my eyes away from her and shake my head. Cut it out, Alec. Let's focus on getting this stupid costume on first. I slide my shirt over my head, hoping that maybe she'll catch a glimpse of me also. I'm a little arrogant about my muscles. This is the first year I haven't run track since fifth grade, I've played soccer since second grade, played football from sixth to ninth grade, and have played baseball since third grade. I have to keep myself in shape if I hope to go into the army someday. And if I hope to come back from the army someday.
I pull off my jeans, leaving myself in my black silk boxers. I pull on the pants, and then button up the white shirt and vest, and tie the cape around my neck.
"Are you done?" Carlie asks me from the bathroom, poking her head out without waiting for a response. She is already done with her make up. She has on dark, dark eyeliner that dramatically twists out from her eyes in thick dark swirls. Her lips are sheathed in blood-red lipstick. She needs no make up to make her look pale, and nothing at all to make her look beautiful.
"I think so." I look down at myself, feeling completely stupid.
"You look dashing." She smiles, and I notice a pair of clip on fangs. She notices my noticing, and reaches back into the bathroom, grabs something, and flicks it at me. A small container comes flying directly at my head. I snap my arms up and catch it.
"You can use the mirror in my bathroom to put them in." She says, stepping out from behind the door. I nearly drop the small container in my hands. She looks hot. I mean, she looks hot every day, but now she looks heart-stopping-ly hot. Jaw-dropping. My eyes soak in every detail.
Her long, milky legs have on black fishnets and knee-high leather boots. The dress is so short I'm almost uncomfortable with other guys seeing her in it, but she isn't even technically my girlfriend so I suppose I don't have that right. Besides, I'm enjoying the view. The dress is black and crimson with a corset-like top. It hugs her curves snugly. It is long sleeved, and the sleeves from the elbow down are billowy fabric that drapes down a little past her dress with her hands on her hips. It is pretty low cut, another view I can't help but love. She has one of those things like I do, the part of the cape that comes up around the back of your head, but she doesn't have a cape. She looks completely sexy.
I stare at her, eyes bugging out of my head, not able to say anything. Beautiful, gorgeous, and flawless do her no justice.
"Before your eyes get lost in my cleavage, I'm going to go do my hair." She smirks, crossing her arms over her chest, unthinkingly making her chest more prominent.
"If you didn't want staring, you should have picked a different dress." I tease her back, refusing to let myself become embarrassed. She rolls her eyes and heads back into the bathroom. I've attached fake fangs before, so I really don't need a mirror. I put them on, and then join her in the bathroom. As I walk in, she pulls the plug of a straightener out of the wall. Her hair is blade-straight, falling to her hips. She has moved the part over so it gives her what looks like really long side bangs, and makes her hair look sort of sexily disheveled. Very vampire-ish. This is the first time I've ever seen her hair straight, and though I love her curls more than I can describe, she definitely looks amazing both ways.
She turns to face me as I walk in, smiling at me. "How did I get so lucky?" She murmurs, running her fingers through my long hair. I almost laugh out loud. Her the lucky one? I'm the lucky one. I've lived in Hoquiam all my life. Adopted, a small town boy, a father in the military, a little sister battling cancer. Home life has never been easy, and school life was just completely dull and boring.
And then the Cullens showed up. And I met Carlie. And suddenly everything became a splash of colors and vibrance. I look forward to school, and I don't mind coming home because I have Carlie with me. She is exotic – she has been to every corner of the globe – and absolutely beautiful, and the sweetest girl I have ever met. She has a witty, clever humor, and a way with kids. She is so smart too, in all AP classes and knows something about everything. She is the most amazing cook, and so generous. She is easy-going and it was like an instant connection with us because she is so easy to get along with.
It's weird of me to be thinking this since we aren't even an actual "couple" yet officially, and have only been dating for two months, but I could honestly see myself spending the rest of my life with this girl.
The only problem is how secretive she is. Lies bubble from her mouth left and right. Usually, if a girl lied like that, I would have never even been interested in them in the first place. But it's just weird things she lies about. Not big things, but odd little things. I can't find it in myself to care too much, because I love being with her so much that I can't risk losing her.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one, baby." I murmur, leaning my forehead against hers. She smiles, the leans up and kisses me chastely. Her lips are silky smooth and so warm, making me feel cold when she pulls away.
"Are you sure you don't want some?" She asks, holding up some eyeliner. Her other hand goes to her hip, causing me to look at her skin-tight costume again. "Not that some." She rolls her eyes, seeing my eyes roaming her body again and turning away from me with a smile. "That some is not on the market."
"Not to anyone else. But to me, I think it should be on the market. I'll pay a good price." I smile, placing my hands on her hips from behind.
"Really? How much?" She smiles too while tidying up the make up on the counter.
"Forever." I breathe against the skin of her neck, and then freeze. Shit. I didn't mean to say that. She probably thinks I'm some psycho freak now. I just told her I want to be with her forever. I mean, I do, but that is not something you say to someone after two months.
She has frozen also. We stand there, a layer of impenetrable ice covering each of us, for a long moment. And then she suddenly whirls around in my arms and kisses me. It is full of passion and meaning, but lasts only a second. Then she pulls away and hurries out of the bathroom.
I follow her out of her room and downstairs wordlessly. But as we are about to head down the stairs, I suddenly remember I forgot something. "I'll be down in a second." I tell her, then race back into her room. I grab my jeans, which I had discarded on the floor, and pull out the small object from their pocket, sliding it into the pocket of my costume. I fold my jeans and shirt and lay them neatly in a corner. I flip off the light, or chandelier, or whatever in her room and jog back down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
I find her family in the living room again, hooking up the sound system. Alice is dressed up as what I think is suppose to be a war nurse and Jasper is a soldier, Rose is a zombie bride and Emmett a zombie groom. Edward is wearing a very old-fashioned suit of sorts, and Bella is wearing a long beige dress with elbow-length white gloves and a small tiara in her chocolate-brown hair. I study them for a moment, before realizing they're Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, characters from Pride and Prejudice, a book I often seen Bella reading when I come over and one I read for English last year.
"Guests should be arriving any second." Carlie smiles at me as if nothing just happened back there. I'm glad. I hope she forgets, at least before the end of tonight.
Carlie excitedly heads for the foyer and I follow her in confusion. The doorbell rings. Weird. It's like Carlie knew before it even happened.
I stand behind her as she opens the door, revealing Brooke and her boyfriend Cameron. They've been dating for two weeks and he already asked her to be his girlfriend. I wonder if Carlie has been waiting for me to.
They're dressed as hippies. The colorful attire and huge pink sunglasses are very fitting for bubbly little Brooke, and super hilarious on Cameron. I snicker and he shoots me a deadly glare. Then, surveying my outfit, he snickers also. I return the glare.
"OHMIGOSH, you look fantastic Carlie!" Brooke gushes, coming in and hugging Carls. Carlie laughs and hugs her back.
"So do you!" Carlie looks down at Brooke's costume, which, in the middle of the shirt, has a slit that goes up a little past her belly button, which is pierced.
"Really? You don't think it's whore-ish?" Brooke asks, fiddling with the slit, and the sleeves that fall off her shoulders casually, and then pulling down the mini-skirt.
"Not if you don't think mine is." Carlie giggles, pulling down her dress also, much to my disappointment. I look over at Cameron and see he looks pretty disappointed himself. I can only hope that is because of Brooke and not my girl.
Suddenly, loud music begins to blast from back in the living room. I guess the sound system is up and running.
"I love this song!" Carlie says excitedly. Well, I'm sure she does. She probably picked out every piece of music herself. She's somewhat of a perfectionist, just like her older sister, Alice.
"Me too!" Brooke laughs, crystal blue eyes twinkling. A lot of guys think lighter eyes, like blue or green, are much prettier than darker eyes, like hazel or brown. I've always thought the same thing. But when Carlie showed up, I realized how beautiful brown eyes can be. It's like they aren't just brown, one flat shade, they're a million different shades of brown, some that have never even existed outside of the realm of her eyes, that seem to keep swirling on into infinity. I could honestly stare at them forever.
"Let's dance, Cammy!" Brooke grips his forearm. He smiles affectionately at her, then leans down and kisses her softly. Brooke holds on to him, their bodies pressed together tightly. Ew. It's like watching a lion eat the face off a bunny. Is this how other people feel around Carlie and I?
"Dance floor is in the living room, you two come on in whenever you feel like it." I tell them, and then hurridly grab Carlie's hand and get out of there. That was disgusting.
"Thank you for that." Carlie says to me under her breath. She must have been as disgusted as I was "And now that we're here, we can dance!" She adds excitedly. I've never really been one for dancing, but for Carlie I would do anything.
Her siblings have seemingly disappeared. I wonder if they're off together as couples. It's weird to think about. They live in the same house, around each other all the time, have known each other for years, watched each other grow up, and they've still fallen in love with each other. Most siblings hate each other. I wonder what it would be like if Mr and Mrs. Cullen had adopted me also. Would Carlie and I be where we are today? More serious? Hate each other? I can't imagine ever hating Carlie. It's wrong to just think about.
Carlie sings along to the song, her voice as sweet and smooth as honey. She smells like strawberry and vanilla. She grinds herself against me from behind, arms reached back and locked around my neck. My hands hold her hips as I grind against her also, trying to keep the little guy in my pants from getting too excited.
Her finger tips trail down the side of my face sensually, her head lolling back to look up at me. Her eyes are partially closed, her whole body getting into the beat of the song, and she looks sexier than ever.
The need for my lips to be on her comes over me, like it so very often does. I begin to kiss up her shoulder, and then up her neck. Suddenly, I have the most vivid, realistic flashback I have ever experienced. I'm no longer feeling the beat of the bass in the song as if it is my own heartbeat, surrounded by changing light colors, Carlie's breath cool against my ear as she whispers the words of the song. I am in my own kitchen, Carlie's body still tightly pressed against mine. Her lips are against my throat though. And something that feels like two jagged daggers pressed against my jugular at crescent curves. Carlie's warm breath touches my skin between the two daggers, and I realize they're actually her teeth. Everything goes in slow-motion as I feel her teeth begin to sink into my throat and my body freezes up in shock. Then my mother's voice, indistinct because of the adrenaline pumping through me, sounds and Carlie pushes herself off of me.
"Alec? Are you okay?" Carlie's sweet, melodic voice pulls me back to the present. I find myself staring into her huge, milk-chocolate brown eyes. She is so beautiful. So innocent, caring, and sweet. She looks at me so lovingly, so adoringly, I know she would never hurt me. I begin to wonder if I made that whole kitchen thing up. I would have remembered it before now.
But everything comes surging up through my memory now. It was the day Carlie begged me to switch Alissia's hospitals. The day I first realized my life will always be beautiful and colorful as long as Carlie is in it. The day I saw how much I literally need her. It was around a month ago. It has been suppressed in my memory for this whole time. But why?
What a stupid question. Of course I know why. Every time I ask Carlie a question that she deems too personal about whatever she is hiding, it brings her a step closer to leaving Hoquiam and never looking back. I can feel it in my bones. She has ventured the world, leaving a small, lifeless town like this probably wouldn't be too much of a loss. I pride myself on the fact that I am the only thing that actually has her anchored here. Or so I think.
But who the hell knows? Maybe she's a witch and the old, overgrown field behind the school is some kind of sacred sorcerers ground. Or a fairy and deep in Maple Grove Forest is where Pixie Hollow is.
But not a vampire. Whatever you do, don't think vampire!
My subconscious sends me a very clear message, yet it is so hard to interpret. Why would I think vampire? I had one fleeting thought of it back in her room, which I immediately ruled as ridiculous. Why is my brain telling me not to ever think of it again?
"Alec?" Carlie murmurs, her palms pressed against my cheek, forcing me to look at her. She searches my face for the problem.
And then the strangest thing happens. For a brief moment, I see myself, void of color, eyes blank, jaw slack, yet surrounded by a band of glowing gold, as if I am the most radiant thing to walk the planet, as if through her eyes. That jolts me back to her.
"What the hell?" I whisper, staring crucially at her. She gasps, jumping back from me. She stares down at her hands as if they're traitors.
"I-I'm going to get you some water." She stutters, then runs out. Just as she disappears, Brooke and Cameron walk in.
"Where's Carlie? What's up with you?" Brooke asks in confusion.
"You look like you just saw a ghost." Cameron says stupidly, playing on the Halloween card.
"I have no idea what I just saw." I mutter mostly to myself. Cameron and Brooke begin dancing intimately, and so I take a seat in a cobweb-covered chair next to a coffin. A second later, the doorbell rings. A crowd of people flood into the room, and Carlie is with them, socializing. Spotting me, she comes over with a happy smile plastered on her face.
"Come on, let's dance!" She grabs my hand, acting as if the past several minutes never occurred. I guess I'm not getting that water.
Carlie and I dance for a long time, while mingling and talking to our peers, who all wish me a happy birthday for the second time today. Everyone is in awe of the beautiful Cullen mansion, and of course in awe of the beautiful Cullens themselves. All of Carlie's siblings are on the dance floor, dancing as if no one else is around, not caring at all that their counterpart technically has the title of their brother or sister.
When guys begin asking to dance with Carlie, I have to swallow my overbearing protectiveness and possessiveness and allow it, since I have no official claim over her. She dances with Jack, Tyler, Connor, Zeke, Dalton, Greg, and so many more I lose count. It's like there is a damn line!
She dances with them just like she danced with me, which sort of pisses me off but like I can say anything. Not yet, anyways. Besides, I danced with my fair share of girls also. When Kayla asked me to dance, I nearly declined. But then I look over, and see Carlie rubbing herself all up against Drew, my best friend. His hands are all over her, and she is smiling at him flirtily.
Rage boils beneath my skin. I smile charmingly at Kayla and say, "Yeah, I'd love to." I dance with her, and it actually feels natural. I have known Kayla pretty much my whole life, we have been best friends for as long as I can remember. And then last year we had some pretty intense flirting. And touching. Let's just say I've seen pretty much every square inch of Kayla's skin, and the only thing we haven't done is have sex.
And I never plan to. Jealousy turned her into a bitch. It's pretty awful to say it like this, but I choose Carlie over her. But right now, she is just being her old self. Funny, nice, understanding. It's like old times.
"You have been avoiding me at school." She says sadly. I used to walk her to all her classes.
"It's really not good for us to be seen together anymore." I tell her a bit glumly.
"We're being seen together right now." She counters.
"Everyone is being seen together now. It's no big deal here. No one probably can even tell who we are." I remind her.
And then I realize something. I am dancing with Carlie's "enemy" of sorts out of spite. That's disgusting of me. Carlie was just being polite and dancing with guys she knew I liked so my friends will like her. Now I'm dancing with Kayla out of jealousy. That's what you call a jerk.
"I have to get back to Carlie." I tell Kayla, pushing her off me.
"Alec," Kayla grabs me before I can leave, her lips suddenly meeting mine. I tense up for half a second before shoving her off a little harder than necessary. I stay, frozen solid, in the same position for a few moments, Kayla's gray eyes meeting mine just as the song ends with almost a smugness. Like now she has something on me. She can play this card now.
I tear my way through the crowd, finding Carlie laughing with Brooke, Sierra, Eden, and a few other girls I know she is friends with. Desperate to get this dirty, impure feeling cleansed from my system, I grab her and pull her fire-y hot body (in both meanings) to me and kiss her as passionately as I can. Her legs dangle off the ground, and she immediately wraps her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers into my hair. She smiles into the kiss, then pulls back. "Alec!" She giggles, playfully pushing me off her. All her friends release a chorus of awhhs.
"Sorry, baby. You just look so beautiful." I grin at her. It's true – she looks stunning, even after all the dancing and mingling she has done.
I can see her adorable blush even in the dim lighting. Her friends watch the scene with mushy, lovesick eyes. Carlie leans up, kissing me chastely and meaningfully. I decide it's now or never. "I'll be right back, okay?" I tell her over the noise, then disappear quickly into the crowd. I find Emmett, dancing with Rosalie, and give him a curt and nervous nod. He knows what it means. He nods back once and then heads towards the DJ booth. The crowd practically parts for his huge form.
He fiddles with a few switches, and then hands the microphone to me. He pulls over a sturdy table that had been positioned there for this. I take a deep breath and step up onto it.
"Uh, can I have everybody's attention?" I say just as Emmett flips the music off and turns up the lights a bit so you can actually see every ones' faces. Confused, disgruntled, slightly irritated eyes look up.
"Is there a Carlie Cullen in the room?" I ask with a small smile, watching as a bubble of space appears around a confused, slightly embarrassed, definitely amused Carlie. She gives me a small wave, cheeks burning pink cutely. "Hey baby." My small smile turns into a full-fledged grin that she smiles back to.
"Carls, you make me happier than anyone ever has. You're the sweetest, funniest, smartest, most beautiful girl I have ever met in my entire life. You mean the world to me, I would do anything for you. I can't believe it has taken me two months to do this, but Carlie, will you be my girlfriend?" I pour my heart out in front of everyone, but I am solely focused on her. Like everyone in the room has evaporated into nothingness. I hardly hear the awes of the girls and scoffs of the boys. I pull out a ring with my shaking hand.
It's a plain silver ring that glints in the light. Engraved in curling black letters is Alec & Carlie. I have a matching one in the pocket of my jeans upstairs. It has a thicker band, and is bigger so both of ours can fit on our middle fingers probably, if she accepts it. Mine has Carlie & Alec engraved in it in the same calligraphy.
Carlie slowly walks to the DJ booth, the crowd splits for her. There is no noise at all. I leap down to meet her, and set the microphone aside. People huddle forward to hear what is said.
"Alec.." She whispers, staring up at me with tears building in her eyes.
"Don't cry." I beg, brushing my fingers just under her eyes though there is no tears yet. She laughs almost embarrassedly yet happily. I smile again. "Be my girlfriend, baby." I whisper, staring dead-straight into her eyes while masking my overwhelming fear and nervousness.
She nods ever so slightly, and then kisses me, throwing her whole body on me. I stumble backwards, but stay on my feet, and kiss her back nonetheless. The crowd of our peers applauds.
The kiss breaks off, and I slide the ring on her middle finger. A perfect fit, just like I thought. "I love it." She whispers, a tear leaking over. I wipe it away before she can.
Carlie and I danced to a slow song after that. Then the music livened up again and the party was back in full force. Carlie and I didn't leave each others' side again though. At around nine, the Cullens wheeled in a huge, extravagant cake, ten times more decorative, detailed, and probably expensive than the one in the dining room. It was for my birthday, and sixteen candles were lit on it that looked like fireworks.
I blew on the candles (which was harder than I thought) and then Rosalie took each of them out. Just as Alice was about to start cutting it, a piece of granite rock slammed into the back of my head and knocked me into the cake. And also knocked me out cold.
I awoke only a few seconds later. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears along with a faint ringing, and the ceiling of the room along with huddled faces of my peers circled above me. My head felt like it was being smashed in by a mallet, and I released an agonized groan that seemed to break the sound-proof bubble encompassing me and allowed the voices to seep through.
"Is he okay?"
"What happened?"
"Emmett, you idiot!" That one was Rosalie, followed by a very sharp smack.
"Alec, darling, can you hear me?" Carlie's sweet voice whispered from just above my ear. I took a moment to assess my surroundings. I lay on the ground, my head propped up by Carlie, who has her arms around me and is cooing me gently. Her body is as soft and warm as ever, feeling especially wonderful in my confused and disoriented state. I then realize my head is resting on the comfy, very pleasant cushion of her breasts. I feel dirty about taking advantage of that, but any sane sixteen year old boy would do the same.
I turn my head to my whole face is pressed into her breasts, wrapping my arms around her waist and groaning. "What happened?" I moan, snuggling into her. I can practically see her eye roll along with the half-amused half-exasperated sigh.
"Emmett sort of smashed you face into the cake. And he hit you harder than he intended to." Carlie explains while prying me off her. I did a face plant into the cake? Shit.. I pull back and realize there is orange icing and chunks of cake smeared all over Carlie. She looks irritated, yet still bemused by this all.
"Let's go upstairs." She suggests, her eyes suddenly taking on a concerned look. I obediently stand up with her, stumble forward, and then the ground rushes to greet my face. A pair of impossibly strong arms that feel like they're made of rock catch me, propping me upright. It takes me a few seconds to realize it was Carlie that caught me. She had reached out with wicked speed and then supported all of my weight on only her arms without releasing so much as a grunt. No one else seemed to have noticed, and it takes a second for Carlie to notice that I noticed. She gives me a pointed look. The message is clear: don't even bother with the questions.
I take a deep breath, pushing back my undying curiosity, and focus on the throbbing in my head. Carlie practically carries me upstairs without breaking a sweat, and then lays me down on her bed. She climbs over me, her back resting against the headboard as she sits criss-cross. She pulls my head into her lap and begins pressing with two fingers all over my head.
"What're you doing?" I ask her, slurring my words ever so slightly.
"Checking for a concussion." She murmurs, deep in concentration.
"I could have a concussion?"
"It's a possibility. Emmett is pretty strong." She explains.
"So are you." I mumble under my breath so quietly my own ears could hardly hear it.
"Don't." She commands sternly, hearing my words clearly. I sigh, relaxing my tense body and just enjoying the warmth of her heated body. After a few moments, she announces, "You look fine." Then she gently moves me off her and stands up. She looks down at her ruined costume and the guilt hits me.
"Shit, Carlie, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize.." I stand up, gulping, wondering if she was going to be mad. But she just smiles at me.
"Don't worry about it. The party is over anyways. My siblings are getting everyone out, and they're walking out the door with them. So we have the house all to ourselves for a few hours. Or, more specifically, the hot tub." She looks so amazingly seductive when she smiles at me like that, excited and lustily. I take a steadying breath.
"But I didn't bring any-" I am cut off as a pair of my own black swim trunks with red trimmings fly at my face with perfect aim. I stare at them in confusion. "How did you get these?" I ask, looking up at her. She shrugs non-chalantly, but there is laughter in her eyes.
"I'm going to get changed. You do the same." She instructs, grabbing a swimsuit that I couldn't see and prancing into her bathroom. I begin stripping off the costume and stacking it on her couch. I quickly pull the trunks on my nude form, feeling weird standing in the middle of my girlfriend's room naked.
A minute later, Carlie emerges from the bathroom. It literally takes every ounce of my self control not to let my jaw drop and eyes roll back in my head. Carlie in a bikini.. Is just wow. Especially a bikini like that. The black fabric looks amazing with her milky skin. Glittering, aquamarine jewels border it. Two strings are all that hold it up on the delicate curves of her hips. The top is all strings other than the brief expanse of fabric that covers her breasts enough, but really doesn't leave much to the imagination. Her hair is pulled up into a stylishly messy bun.
"You look amazing." I breathe, walking over to her. My hands roam over her tender stomach and hips.
"Oh, stop." She giggles, looking away with a rose-shaded blush. I begin kissing her down her neck, and her breath hitches in her throat. This is most definitely the best Halloween ever.
RENESMEE POV
Alec's lips trail down my neck, his hands moving from my hips, up my stomach, and then experimentally cupping my breasts. His touch is tentative, nervous of rejection. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I listen throughout the house once more, making sure it is all clear. I strain to the far corners of my family's territory, and though I can hear animals and cars, there is no sign of my family.
Alec and I have always had an amazing personality and emotional click. We balance each other out perfectly. Yet there is an intense physical dimension of our relationship too. It feels so right being with him. I forget we've only known each other two months, or I've only been his girlfriend officially for a few hours. It's like I've known him a lifetime and we were created for this passionate moment.
I push Alec back on my bed a little more forcefully than I probably should have, but he doesn't seem to notice, or at least he doesn't care. I straddle him, feeling the large, hard bulge in between his hips. Every aspect of him turns me on. Including his blood. The thirst is there, an animal in the back of my mind, pushing me to do it, urging me on. But I've become a bit better at ignoring it, and fighting it off with passion, which there is plenty of right now.
"Alec.." I whisper-moan as he flips us over, sucking on my neck. I grip his strong, bare shoulder blades, breathing heavily. He takes advantage of my back arching in pleasure, sliding his hands under me and undoing my bikini from the back. He brushes it aside, and for the first time, my breasts are exposed to him.
His lips press against mine, his hands cupping my breasts once again. He kisses down my jawline, and then down my neck, sucking again. His thumbs rub against my nipples, causing me to moan. Suddenly, I hear a car turn down our drive.
"Shit!" I exclaim, sitting up and banging my head against Alec's.
"Fuck, Carlie!" He cries, staggering backwards with his hand clutching his forehead.
"Oh God, I'm sorry!" I gasp, going to him and cradling him to my chest.
"What's going on?" He groans in confusion, snuggling into my bare chest.
"My siblings are coming down the drive." I explain hurriedly.
"How could you possibly know that?"
"Just trust me. Pretend this never happened. Don't even think about it. Sing a song in your head or something. No questions." I command, quickly running to tie my top back on. I grab a short, strapless white dress cover-up and yank it on. Alec tries to get dressed, but I hiss at him to stop. My family arrives just as Alec and I try to casually walk down the stairs, our hands locked together.
They burst through the front door. I pretend to act surprised. "Oh, hey, what are you guys doing home?" I ask with a non-chalant smile.
"Mom and Dad are on their way home. They just called. We need to clean this place up. Now." Rose is the most amazing liar I've ever met, but I can see Alec scrutinizing her, knowing something is off.
"What? Coming home early? Damn it!" I growl, knowing very well that Esme and Carlisle are not on their way home and it wouldn't really matter because they wouldn't care.
"I'll help clean up." Alec offers.
"No, no. You need to get out of here. Dad will explode if he knows we let you here alone." Rose says.
"Come on, Alec. Let's go get your stuff." I begin to jog back up the stairs with a slightly confused Alec in tow. We run into my room and Alec begins piling his stuff into his arms, jerking his shirt on. As he grabs his jeans, he pulls out a ring.
"It's the matching promise ring to yours." He explains, sliding it onto his right middle finger. It looks like mine, only thicker and the order of our names are switched. It's so sweet.
"Aw, baby." I smile, leaning up and kissing him. We break apart quickly and fly downstairs. I realize something as we reach the landing. "Shit, the dog!"
I race back upstairs, and once I'm out of eyesight, use vampire speed to go into Emmett and Rose's room where Cullen is whimpering in a small crate. I pick up the crate, along with the bag of things Alice created for him, and rush downstairs again. I'm not sure why I'm rushing, but if my family came running back and insisted the house be cleared in a short time period, I'm going to assume there is some danger of sorts.
I dash past Alec and he follows. We wind our way to the back of the garage, which I open up, and to his new car. "Drive safe, baby." I murmur to him as he dips down into the car, placing Cullen in the passenger seat. I shut the door behind him, and he rolls down the darkly tinted window.
"Goodnight." He says simply, kissing me chastely, then revving the engine and pulling into the path through the middle of the cars and driving out.
I wait until he has driven a little bit, and then follow him through the trees. I keep up with the car easily. He is driving very cautiously, not used to being at the wheel of such power, while crooning quietly at Cullen. I follow him out of our drive and all the way back to his house, making sure none of the danger that awaits me back home harms him.
As soon as he gets upstairs to his bedroom, I run as fast as I can back to my house. I nearly bust down the front door in my haste. I find my family all calmly taking down party decorations. My chest heaves with every breath, my lungs feel like they're on fire, and my heart races.
"W-what's going-g o—on?" I stutter out, my fear, anxiety, and breathlessness all coming together to distort my words.
"Renesmee, honey, calm down. What's going on with you?" My mother comes over to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and guiding me to the couch.
I take a few seconds to catch my breath and calm myself, and then speak again, "You all came racing back home and needed Alec out of the house ASAP. What's the emergency? Where's the danger? Are the Volturi coming? Is Jake back? Did something happen to Carlisle and Esme? Did someone fall off the wagon?" My nervousness bubbles to my tongue, causing a crazed stream of my inter-most worries to tumble out.
Emmett snorts, ripping down a cobweb, and Jasper snickers quietly. Alice releases a peel of wind-chime-like laughter, and Rose gives a pointed look at my father, who has a locked jaw and a hard eyes. My mother sighs and says, "There is no emergency or danger. Everything and everyone is fine. The Volturi remain in Italy, no one has heard from Jacob, Carlisle and Esme will be home shortly, and no humans have been hurt. We came home because.. Well, because your father was getting a bit antsy."
I stare at them all for a minute, and then my eyes lock with the topaz spheres of ice that are my father's eyes. I piece things together rather quickly. They came storming back in and forced Alec out all at my father's orders. He organized it all because he didn't trust Alec and I alone? Admittedly, after what happened in my bedroom, maybe Alec and I are a bit too physical for any father to be happy with. But he doesn't even know about that!
"You have got to be kidding me!" I groan, jumping up and heading for the stairs.
"Your relationship is moving too fast, Renesmee." Dad says sternly. Him pointing it out angers me. I whip around, glaring at him.
"Great! I'm glad it is! I'm making the most of my time with him. Because you know just as well as I do that I don't have much time. Less than even you and Mom did if I want to protect his mortality. You never had to be in a relationship with Mom and constantly be wondering 'Is today going to be the day she pieces what I am together and we have to flee?' That was never a problem for you, not knowing if you would have even another day with the person you were falling in love with. And I do have to deal with that, while facing the inevitable fact that Alec, the most important thing in my life, isn't going to be there forever. Soon enough, I'll be sneaking back here to watch him grow up, get married, and have children. You always knew deep down that Mom was going to be changed, don't even deny it. You knew. I know that I will never let Alec be changed, mostly because he will never find out. And that's that. So don't you dare go pointing fingers at my relationship." I am out of breath by now, my whole body trembling in anger. I am filled with such rage it dissolves Jasper's calmness attempt. My vision is tinted in red, and my whole body screams at me to attack my own father. It's my vampiric instincts, many of which are just now springing to life in me. I need to learn control.
I storm upstairs and slam my door shut so hard it shakes the whole house. Ranting all that out to Dad has surfaced all the emotions that come with it: hopelessness, despair, anxiety, longing to be normal. I flop down on my bed and cry my heart out.
So, long chappie. Alec's birthday, yay! Just a heads up, Alec is going to figure Renesmee out pretty quickly, and you'll see why in upcoming chapters! Hope you guys enjoyed and didn't get bored half-way through XD
xoxo -JCBMA-