Chapter 11- Sisterly Bonding

Silver's POV:

"Oh, how wonderful. Edward is playing again," Esme swooned. She swayed lovingly back and forth to the piano music filling the house.

"That's not Edward," I said. I recognized the tone and style of the music. I would know it anywhere. Esme turned to me to explain. I added, "It's Devan,"

"Really? I didn't know she played,"

"She's wonderful," Alice added. I think they were both shocked. Devan was very talented for her age. She had completed her Royal Conservatory of Music Exams when she was only 8. She refused to do any recitals after that. She was more interested in playing for herself. She wrote her own music and would sit at the piano for hours. Since our parent's deaths she had not played as much. It aggravated our Grandmother's migraines. I had to admit, the sound of her music made me tearful. It was beautiful. I got lost in it and when I snapped out of my trance Alice and Esme were smiling at me softly.

I knew if I went downstairs Devan would realize we were all listening and she would stop. So instead I quietly snuck to the top of the staircase and sat down, slipping my legs through the railings letting my feet dangle down over the room beneath. I hugged the wooden rails and rested my head on them. I closed my eyes and took in the powerful, yet gentle melody.

Some time passed. "I see your feet, you know," I heard. I had fallen asleep? I snapped my eyes open and looked down. The music had indeed stopped and Devan stood down below on the main floor looking up at me. She was smiling. That was a welcome sight.

"I missed the music, Dev,"

"I know," she said as she walked carefully up the spiral staircase towards me. I pulled my legs back in and stood myself up. She reached the top and stopped in front of me. I couldn't help but pull her in and give her a big hug. I held it for longer than usual.

"Ok-kay, release me now. I still require oxygen to live!" she gasped, teasingly. I released her and we both giggled and headed to our bedroom to do some schoolwork.

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"Hey…have you seen my red nail polish, Dev?" I asked as we were doing homework in our room. I had misplaced a few things since Esme and Alice had redecorated this room for us. That nail polish was my favorite. I had picked out my outfit for school tomorrow and knew that red nails would look great with it.

"Nope," Devan mumbled, not looking up from the notebook she was writing in. I pouted and kept searching. Despite what Devan thought, this was important.

"You should get to work. We had a lot of work to do to catch up with everyone," she told me seriously. I stared at her with my eyebrows raised. She went back to her homework. As much as she hated going to school, she seemed to enjoy the learning aspect of it. Devan took schoolwork very seriously. To me it was just something I had to endure until graduation. I just liked to go to see my friends.

I still hadn't found my nail polish, but it was getting late and I really needed to get something done for school tomorrow. So I cracked open the books and tried to focus. Maybe I was tired or something because I couldn't concentrate. I kept flashing in and out of the past. It was uncontrollable in a way. After hearing Devan play this afternoon, the nostalgia was making me emotional so I kept seeing our parents and bits and pieces of our life before the accident. I usually didn't mind so much. But it was distracting me today.

"Is that all you've got done?" Devan breathed down my back as I was trying to work.

"What is it to you, go away," I told her and waved her away from me to shoo her.

"We should go eat. I can hear noise coming from the kitchen," she told me.

"Uh…okay. In a second," I agreed. I rubbed my head. Doing homework was useless now anyway. I couldn't focus on the textbook long enough to soak up anything useful.

"Hey, Dev?"

"Yep?" she answered as she put some of her things away in a drawer.

"Can you try to see what tomorrow brings? I need to know which teacher will check homework and which ones I can get away with not completing the assignments for,"

"You shouldn't have goofed off planning what to wear-" she began to lecture me.

"Ya ya…cut the crap and just do me a favor, will ya?" I told her sharply. I was getting annoyed. She plopped down on her bed and closed her eyes. A second later she said, "All I got was that we need to bring umbrella's because it is going to pour rain all day tomorrow and the eves will overflow. If we don't bring umbrella's we will get soaked,"

"Try again,"

"I can't, Silver," Devan moaned. She gave up so easily. It usually didn't make me this annoyed, but I was in a sour mood.

"You aren't trying hard enough!" I called her out.

"I am so, it is not that easy!" she snarled at me.

"Sure sure…and seeing the past is easy!" I snapped at her.

"It is so. You get to know it all and see any moment you wish to whenever you want. How bad can that be?" she said, with a snotty little laugh.

"It is not all fun," I told her, rubbing my temples again. She really had no idea. I had never told her all the horrible things I had relived through my visions. I know she had on a few occasions seen accidents that were to come in the future and it scared her, but at least it was in the future and it was subject to change. Nothing I saw could be changed. It was set in time. Every wonderful, and every not so wonderful event that had ever occurred was there for me to tap into.

"Whatever. You get to see mom and dad whenever you want!" She said in a snarky tone. It was a sore spot for her, I could tell.

"It is not all good, Devan. Please let this go. You have no idea how lucky you are not to see what I see,"

"You are such a liar!"

"I am not! Now cut it out. You are pissing me off!" I raised my voice at her. She was equally upset. We stared at each other for a moment and then she turned her attention to something on the floor and bent down to pick it up. It was my red nail polish. I reached my hand out for her to pass it to me. She just held it in her upturned palm and gave me a dirty look.

"Hand it over, Slime!" I told her forcefully.

"Not until you admit you have it good seeing what you see,"

"Devan, I don't want to get into this right now. You have no idea what you are talking about! Just give me my polish!"

"Admit it! You are lucky to see the past. You can see Mom and Dad whenever you want. Like it is real. You can see it, feel it, smell it.….it is like you are right there with them. I would kill to see what you see!" Her words cut into me and make my heart race and the blood pump through me with force. The anger was too much and I lost it!

"YOU IDIOT! It is not all good. Sure I see the good times! What about the bad?! Did you think of that? Do you think I LIKE seeing those things over and over? I HATE IT! Did you ever think what it would be like to SEE the accident? To see our parents DIE? To FEEL it? Like I was right there!!" I screamed at her. She was scared. She looked like I had slapped her. The shock and upset was spread across her face. She was silenced for a moment.

"You are lying!"

"I wouldn't lie about something like this," I scolded, still angry. My face was red for sure. She looked just as angry with me for some reason. I didn't know why. She was in the wrong here, I felt.

"Give it to me!" I demanded looking at her hand with my polish in it. She scowled and said, "Say you made that up!"

"Devan I am losing my patience! Hand it over! NOW!" I screamed.

"Not until you admit you're A LIAR!" Devan yelled back. Her eyes were welled with tears.

That put me over the edge. I leap at her and pounded into her. We landed on the floor and rolled into the desk. She wouldn't let go of my nail polish. We thrashed around, bumping into the desk again, then into the bedpost of her bed. She was weaker than I was, but she was just a stubborn so she wouldn't let go no matter how much force I used to hold her down. I was so done with this scene. I decided to end it. I put my mouth, teeth spread, down to her hand holding my polish and sunk into it! She shrieked, "You bit me!" in disbelief and the polish slipped out of her hand and I snatch it up just as a pair of cold hands pulled me off Devan. I hadn't even heard anyone enter our room.

"Enough!" someone demanded strongly.

"Let go of me!" I shouted and pulled away from the grasp of what turned out to be Edward's hands. He released me and I backed up into the wall. Esme, Alice, Jasper and Carlisle had all entered as well.

"This is over. No more!" Esme spoke authoritatively. She looked very serious. Devan gulped and stood up, holding her hand. Carlisle went to her to take a look.

"You bit her?" Jasper asked incredulously. He was holding back a grin.

"Not hard!" I spoke through my teeth. Alice and Edward exchanged a look. I am sure they also saw the irony in me biting her.

"The skin is not broken," Carlisle told Devan. She nodded and took her hand back. What a baby. I had hardly bit down and she was playing it up by rubbing her hand like it was terribly painful.

Speaking of pain, Jasper suddenly looked like he was suffering from something. He backed out of the room carefully. Everyone noticed." You are bleeding, Silver," Alice explained to me. I wasn't aware of it until she told me. I thought my lip felt a bit hot. Carlisle walked up to me to inspect. He zeroed in on my face and I realized my lip was bleeding. I must have split it somehow.

"It's no big deal," I protested. He was very calm, but I felt like he was disappointed just in the way he held my face and examined me with his eyes.

"Come, let's get this cleaned up," he told me, gently placing his hand on my shoulder and with the other he held in front of him in the direction of the door. Alice and Esme stayed behind with Devan.

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"Well, Silver, you are good to go. The cut is not very deep. It should heal well in the next few days," Carlisle told me after cleaning my lip with some gauze. He had put some liquid glue on it and let it seal closed. I nodded and sighed. He burned the blood-covered gauze and sealed up the antiseptics and put everything back in his bag.

"Listen, Silver. You have had a rough evening. I know you were upset, but in the future you need to refrain from resorting to violence. It is not tolerated in this house. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I agreed. I felt like I was about 2 feet tall. He smiled kindly and didn't seem angry with me.

"Okay, we are through here then. You let me know if you need anything, all right?" He told me with a gentle smile.

"Thank you," I told him as we both exited the bathroom where he had cleaned up my cut lip. I actually felt a bit silly now that I had calmed down. Not that Devan hadn't been out of line, but I wish I had been able to control my anger better. The whole house must have heard the majority of our outburst. That was kind of embarrassing.

I walked back into our bedroom to find Devan alone sitting on her bed. She looked up at me and didn't speak. She bit on her lower lip and her face told me she was sorry. I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs.

"I'm sorry," Devan whispered softly. She barely looked at me.

"Me too," I said back, equally as quiet. We sat in silence for another moment.

"Is your lip okay?"

"Yep. How is your hand?"

"Good," she said, in a short laugh.

I smiled and looked to see she was also smiling. It was actually kind of funny. In a house full of vampires, we were the ones biting each other! She was thinking the same thing. We tried to hold out laughter in, but it made it worse and she burst out in laughter. I couldn't help but join her. It hurt my lip, but I couldn't stop laughing. We were both laughing in such a way that no sound came out except the odd gasp for air. I threw my pillow at her playfully and it bounced off her.

We didn't have to say anymore. All was forgiven. We took turns painting each other's toenails and Devan helped me get some more of my homework completed. A lot had happened today. It was our first day at a new school and our first big fight since moving in with our new family.

Thank goodness it was over!


So…what did you all think? Silver is not all rainbows and moonbeams, eh?

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