Chapter 25
Alexandra
I was really excited to go to an American baseball game. "This is going to be so awesome!" I cried, as we raced through the streets.
"You've never been to a ball game before?" Emmett asked.
"Not really."
"Why?"
"Because I never really felt like it." I sarcastically replied. "Actually, I haven't because I didn't have time for it; I've always been on a mission."
"Care to enlighten us?" Jasper said.
"Nope," I replied with a huge grin.
"Alright then." Jaser left it at that.
"Almost there," Emmett announced.
"Wow, dude," I said, "you got us there in record timing."
"I really hate going slow," Emmett replied.
"I can tell."
Emmett turned at my sarcastic tone, "Haha, well don't you?"
"Maybe." I love being weird and mysterious.
Emmett grunted and once again faced the road. We arrived in record timing and went to our seats. I watch the game with intense excitement, it was close, the game tied at 4-3 Mariners and the LA Angels when it went in the 7th inning stretch. I was in awe, everyone seemed to be having a great time. I wished people had been like that when I was alive.
I glanced over at Jasper and Emmet, and saw Jasper staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"What made you suddenly feel longing? This is the first time I felt that from you and, quite frankly, I didn't know you were capable of feeling it."
"Thanks for your high opinion of me, Jasper." He just shrugged at me, unabashed.
"Well, I was wishing that people could gather at a sporting event like this and forget everything back when I was alive. You, know, instead of hating each other and being total pains in the asses."
"I hate people like that." Emmet said.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, anyone try to kill you when you were human?"
"Just a bear," Jasper said, "and it almost got him—Rosalie needed to save him." Emmet shot him a murderous glare. I laughed.
"Jaz, you are not supposed to tell anyone that," Emmet told him, "it's very embarrassing, and I—"
"Have to keep up your macho man image," I interrupted.
"No," Emmett quickly said.
"Yes," Jasper and I told him in unison.
"Who tried to kill you?" Jasper asked, swiftly, changing the subject back to me. I sighed.
"Well, besides a bunch of angry vamps throughout the years…my parents."
"Whoa," Emmett said, "talk about dysfunctional family."
"Yep."
"Did you kill them?" Jasper asked.
"No, but I wish." They did not too concerned at this, so I figured they would have felt the same way. Now I'm a pretty fair person; I usually like the scales balanced. And since they were asking me questions, it was time for me to ask them questions. I already found out about Emmett and his bear, and I was curious about Jasper and his many scars. They were like mine, and I wondered what war he was in to get them.
"Jasper, tell me about you."
"Why?"
"Because I want to know."
"Obviously."
"Well you were asking me questions. It's only fair."
"Fine" he sighed, "I was a high ranking officer in the American Civil War, despite my young age, but I then met three vampires, and the changed me into one of them. I became an officer in the vampire wars of the South. I was especially good at my job because I could control emotions. But then I no longer wanted to be a part of it, and I left. Alice was waiting for me and then we found Carlisle and we are now family."
"And that's the short version" Emmett said.
I was kind of impressed and intrigued. "Is that why you have all the vampire bite marks all over your body?"
"Yes, even with my powers I couldn't control the massive army of newborns."
I wondered if everyone's gifts manifested before they were changed. "Could you control people's emotions before you were turned?"
"I think so, but I'm not 100% sure, why?"
I shrugged, "I wondered if it was the same for everyone."
"So you could manipulate stuff before you were turned?" Emmett asked, intrigued.
"Not as powerfully as now, but yes, I could." I replied. "And Alec, Jane and Lucy, as well. How come you think they were tried as witches?"
"What happened?" Jasper asked.
"Long story. Maybe of you stop trying to make me feel like spilling my guts, I tell you on the ride home." I gave Jasper an evil look.
"How did you know?" he asked, slightly ashamed.
"Because I never feel like spilling my guts and talking about my past."
"Sorry." he replied.
"You should be. Don't do it again, I'll talk to you if I want, so deal with it." And as the 7th inning stretch was over, I once again focused my attention to the game.
The Mariners won the game, 7-5, and I left the game quite happy. I waited until Emmett got us out of the parking lot before I began to talk.
"So the four of us we walking back from town, and these guys came up to me. I ignored them, but they kept talking to me. Lucy started to flip out, but before we could run, we realized that we were cornered. One of them came over and grabbed my arm. I pushed him off as Alec rushed over to me. I wasn't completely defenseless, so I was able to keep Stupid #1 off me. Stupid #2 and #3 grabbed Alec and started to beat the crap out of him. Jane and Lucy were against a wall, Jane trying to keep Lucy from going into hysterics. I wished so hard that the tree hanging would fall and create a barrier between Jane and Lucy and the thugs, because I didn't want them getting hurt. Another guy came and grabbed me from behind, which also caught me by surprise. Alec looked so furious, even though he had a black eye, was bleeding everywhere and kneeling on the ground, taking a beating. Suddenly the two guys that had me stopped moving. Like completely. They looked like they were frozen or something. Stupid #2 came over to check on them, while stupid #3 placed both his hands around Alec's neck and began to squeeze. Then he too stopped, and started screaming in pain. I looked over and Jane was standing on the tree, filled with such anger and hate. I ran over and took Alec's hand, and we started to run, and Jane took Lucy's hand and they started to run too. We didn't stop until we were home safe. We clean Alec up a bit, and went to bed. Before I fell asleep, Lucy said to me 'they were going to rape you and then kill you. And then kill the three of us.' I told her that probably wasn't true, and she told me 'yes it is, I saw it in my head.' And let me tell you, I had a really hard time sleeping after that."
My story was met with silence, which was alright with me because I really didn't want to talk about it again. I really hate getting in touch with my inner self, just like Alec, and the only reason I told Emmet and Jasper was because I knew they would tell Esme, and then she wouldn't worry herself about our past, thinking of crazy horrors, not that it was chock full of horror stories. Of course, now the whole family would know, and Alec would probably kill me, but I just wanted to make sure Esme was okay. For some reason, I actually cared about her a lot. She was exactly as every mother should be. I really wish mine was. I put in my iPod and listen to music on the quiet way home.