I don't own anything. Stephanie Meyer does.
I own Rissa, Damien, Hunter, and Kellie.
Author's Note: Sigh. I'm so tired. Last night my best friend and me tried to stay up all night like a vampire. I passed out around three. She stayed up about four am. Thank you so much for all the great reviews! I love 'em! Oh! Did I mention I made up Carlisle's Medicine room? Why? 'Cause I needed it. That's why. R&R!! Please, for the sake of liking this story be opened minded about this chapter! Some darker things for younger people (Like toddlers, I think…) (P.S. Umm. Just so you know. I think wind is a honey- gold color.)
Chapter 10: Welcome To The Black Parade
Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all
Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world will never take my (heart)
Go and try; you'll never break me –My Chemical Romance
About A Day Later
Rissa had just woken up in a strange room with on a hospital bed she was not accustomed to.
The ceilings were of medium height and made of just normal dark oak wood. The floor was made of tile, like a hospital. There were cabinets of medicine and the bright lights were almost blinding after being in the dark for so long.
Wait? I was asleep? What happened? Where am I? Rissa thought confusedly. Then it downed on her Oh, S#&. Hunter, Damien. Where are they?
She jumped up, only to gasp in pain. Then she remembered what happened with a head rush.
Oh. Kellie had stabbed me. She thought dizzily. She kept on walking though, her long sleeved black shirt ripped and stained with blood. Her feet silently padded against the tiled-floor. Then in one second, the pain was all gone. Like it never happened. She straightened up, cracking her back.
Gracefully finding the stairs she began to descend them. All the Cullen's eyes looked up at her in wonder. She smiled victoriously.
"Some party, eh?" Her voice was the light feather she used only near her brothers. Her real voice. The Cullen's blinked in confusion. She had to use her "harsher" voice for the school and it's faculty. She didn't need it anywhere else because they didn't need to go to the grocery store...
"Feeling better? We were waiting for you." Hunter asked.
"I'm just peachy."
She stood in the middle of Hunter and Damien.
"Well, Miss Larissa, I think we were about to tell them what we are." Damien said in an upper class snooty accent.
"Oh, we were?" She replied raising an eyebrow.
"We were waiting for you of course." He stated.
"Ah. So where shall we start, my brothers?"
"What about the fun parts of this interesting life?" Damien asked excitedly.
"No, no. Exciting parts for last."
"Let's start with the basics. Like how we got these interesting immunities." Hunter said.
"Sure." Rissa and Hunter said at the same time.
"I'll go first, Hunter, Rissa." Hunter stated.
"As I said, I was born on March twenty-ninth, nineteen-ten. My parents were respected in the community, for their money, and they loved me, but not so much as a owner to their dogs."
"One day, we were going to the ocean for a picnic in our car when the accident happened. They both died instantly. I managed to get out of the car before it started in flames. But I had already died, I checked my own pulse afterward." He paused to take a breath.Emmett was about to say something but Hunter cut him off, "Before we tell you what exactly what we are, we have stories to finish. Rissa, my dear, I do believe your next."
"Sure thing, Hunter. Well, I'm only five years old new to this strange life. I was sixteen and living in La Push." She was smiling as she saw their confused faces.
"I had been born in the memorial hospital here. I had been going to high school here in Forks with my adopted brother (Who was a senior). We lived on the reservation. Then on one miraculously boring Saturday, my adopted giant of an older brother decided to show me what his stupid friends liked to do in their spare time. They were stupid and I was young. They didn't mind the waves and I only had my normal strength. Not their supernatural strength." She was looking down, as if lost in thoughts.
"I drowned in the icy cold water, they found my body, and had an open casket ceremony. When I thought no one was there after the service, I slipped out. But someone was there. My older werewolf brother. He was so depressed about not saving me in time so he thought it was a dream, he let me go. He blamed himself so I told him some things I hope made him feel better about my… death." She sighed exasperated.
Their was an awkward silence.
"I guess I'm next then to the exciting parts." Damien sighed, breaking the ice.
"Well, their stories were more exciting than mine, I have to say. My memory is a little less strong than theirs because of my… my more natural death." He chuckled. They look tired.
"I was visiting the Grand Canyon on independent study one year. I sort of tripped… and, well, I think you get what I mean. Next thing I remember I was at the bottom of the cliffs all beaten up and bloody, wondering what the heck was going on."
"We met three years prior to my death rooming in the same hospital. I was continuing trying to find answers and Hunter was working as a nurse. How girly, Hunter, I might add." Rissa giggled.
"What were you doing, Damien? I don't remember clearly." Hunter asked, hiding a knowing chuckle.
"I believe I was looking to steal another car." He answered. They all laughed.
"Let's beat around the bush, then. Cullen's, I'm sure you have questions." Rissa stated serious now.
"Um, so what exactly are you." Alice asked.
They smiled at the same time, " We, in all rights –if you haven't guessed- are the living dead."
"How?"
"Say that again!"
"You're lying."
"Shut up. Please." Hunter spoke deadly calm. They quieted almost immediately.
"Now we need, your utmost promise that you will keep our secrets safe." Rissa demanded.
"We insure you that your secret is as safe as ours from the Humans." Carlisle stated, looking pointedly serious at his children. They all mumbled a sound in which sounded like, "I promise."
"Good. Now we can get on." Rissa smirked.
"So basically we can heal really fast- but it takes longer if it's as serious as Rissa's- because what's the point of being the living dead? - If you have to worry about getting all scratched up when we try to do things. We're not zombies." Damien confirmed.
"We can't run as fast and we aren't as strong or all the extra cool senses as you have. Nor do we have to drink blood or even eat human food to survive." Hunter commented.
"Though, I know some of your kind has… special talents." Rissa's soft voice lilted, tilting her head to the side.
"Yes, we do. I have the gift of seeing the future. Jasper is an empath. Edward can read minds and Bella can… shield stuff." Alice finished off lamely.
"Why do you need to know, may I ask?" Rosalie questioned. Rissashot Rosalie an unfathomable glance.
"Sont-ils pour savoir tous nos secrecies, mes frères?" She asked her brothers.
"Oui. Ils savent ce que nous disons, favorisent plus de connaissance." Damien replied. The Cullen's sighed. More french they already knew.
"Well. So far what we have gained from this…life… is that we also get a gift. Though, my guess is that we get it in a form from how we… died." Hunter waved his hand.
"So what did you get?" Jasper asked.
"Would you like to see?" Rissa asked, a mask of no emotion on her pale face.
"If you would like to show us." Carlisle said.
"Of course-" Damien was beginning to say when Emmett, of all people, cut him off talking.
"Don't destroy my family. Whatever you guys do." He growled.
"We won't touch your family, vampire." Hunter promised. He nodded his head towards Rissa and Hunter, but then stopped and looked around the spacious room.
"You might like it better if we sampled outside.Just for precautions."
"Okay."
The Cullen's walked briskly to the door and gracefully danced out into the chilly air. The rain was only a tiny drizzle.
Rissa, Hunter and Damien stopped about two feet away from the Cullen's.
"Ready?" Hunter asked them.
"Yes, show us your talents, young ones." Carlisle cautiously said, calm yet nervous even though they had promised safety.
Suddenly, a gust of ice-cold air blew around them. They looked to the three undead teenagers to see who it was.
Damien's eyes had turned the lightest shade of honey. Like a vegetarian vampire after they've feed the most. The wind swirled into a mini-tornado in the palm of his hand. Then the wind got deadly calm. His eyes returned to the ice-blue color they were before.
"All of your powers are wind?" Esme asked, confused.
"No, it is just Damien's. I'll show you mine next." Hunter said.
Hunter's eyes turned into a sinister newborn red. The Cullen's' gasped but did not interrupt. He put his hands palm to palm and slowly lifted them. Raging red fire swirled and danced among his fingertips. He closed his palms again it was gone.
"So, you have to do that every time?" Emmett asked noticing the little palm thing.
"No. He just does it for dramatic affect, Emmett." Rissa smirked. Hunter nodded.
"Oh."
"Guess I'm up to bat." She sighed.
Rissa's eyes turned into a murky blue. Like a lake or ocean. Her pointer finger swirled around in the air. At first it was nothing, but it built into a little pool of icy water in her hand. She swirled it a couple of times then let it fall to the ground. The ground soaked it up.
"So Damien controls wind, Hunter controls fire, and Rissa controls water. And I can see how it has to do with your deaths."
"Yep." They all said in unison.
"Well, I suppose since you've told us all your secrets, and we'll keep them safe, that you guys may go home now." Carlisle sighed. Rissa suddenly had a thoughtful look on her face.
"Umm. Did you say earlier that Edward was a mind reader? Wouldn't you have known already what we were?" She asked. Edward shook his head.
"I can't read your minds and Jasper can't feel your emotions." He explained.
"Oh. I wonder why." Rissa thoughtfully stated.
"It's probably because we're dead." Hunter shrugged.
Woo. That was a long chapter. Hoped you liked it! R&R!( Translations by Babel Fish/ Yahoo.) Translations:
Rissa said: Are they to know all our secrecies, my brothers?
Damien replied: Yes. They know what we say, support more knowledge.
Macyn Cullen : )