AN: Hello my Forbidden Fanpires ;) Back to posting every Forbidden Friday, i missed you all! (I hope to those who told me they were going to watch the Hunger Games instead of staring their calenders for when I come back that it was worth it... no, I haven't seen it but my friends might make me xD I'm too scared it will take over my obsession for twilight and that will be no good for ANYONE. No twilight means no forbidden woods, no forbidden woods means no forbidden friday, no forbidden friday leaves a very sad YOU!... think about it!). Anyways, before you ask, it was a really nice trip! And NO THANKS to you guys for not posing ur pics of ur pawprints on facebook! :( I only had four of my friends post on my birthday... i'm VERY disappointed in you guys... in fact, maybe i shouldn't update... yeah, just not update as I promised, as your PUNISHMENT!... BUT because I missed this story, i guess I could probably update... you're lucky this time... I expect LONG reviews now! Long reviews leaves a happy Nessie! Enjoy (you ungrateful little fanpires...)
ps, Welcome Linda Middleton, she's not in this story but she's reading, and I met her in Forks as the owner of Jacob's house (meaning yes, she designed the house I described Jacob having!) I hope you'll like the story through and through :)
26. VISITING
Not many people came in while I was at work, so I fetched The Notebook out of my backpack, now using Jacob's letter as a bookmark.
I didn't realize how far in the book I was, I was probably three chapters, maybe not even, to finishing it. I made mental plans to get a new book for the summer, that is if I have time to read at all.
After helping a few people, I started wondering if I should look up that native word, Kwopkalawo'li. It's been ringing in my head a lot and I was really curious. Now that I had it on paper, I may be able to Google it.
So, I got out my laptop and turned on my internet WiFi.
When I opened the Google home page, I stopped rethinking what results I might get if I tried.
I wasn't sure if it would give me a proper translation since translators were never reliable when I did my french homework. Quileute also wasn't a very popular tribe.
I knew the only way to get an accurate translation was to ask someone from the tribe itself, and Jacob was surely out of the question and so was everyone else in his pack since he probably told everyone not to tell me.
I thought about asking Billy or Quil, pretty sure they would tell me. But something told me not to. Something told me that this was supposed to be something personal, something special that Jacob wanted to keep between us. I just didn't know what.
One part of me told me the answer was something like, You're beautiful, or Forever. Then I thought about what Jacob said after I asked him what it meant. He said it was something he felt, that he could feel about me when we were together.
I wasn't one hundred percent sure about the answer that I thought was most accurate, I didn't want to embarrass myself if I was wrong, but if this was supposed to be personal, it had to be it. I just had to figure out if I should say it back.
Michael came in at five, like always, and I was on my way home, still in thought.
The rain got worse so I rushed to my car, and drove slowly and carefully home. When I got there, I saw a taped piece of paper with my name on it on the door. I took it, looked at the reverse side and smiled, I knew the handwriting and the word:
Kwopkalawo'li.
I took the letter and put it with the book still in my hand. Something told me that he would be sending quite a few of these.
I went inside, Charlie still not home, and I heard the beeping from the answering machine.
I pressed the play button, there was a message from my mom telling me that I should come home for a month or so for the summer, another from a telemarketer, surprisingly another from Alice about another matter than summer and telling me to call as soon as I get home, and the last one was from Nahuel about me coming over.
I made mental plans to call Alice, maybe tomorrow no matter how freaked out or excited she sounded-I couldn't tell.
I thought about visiting Nahuel. Sure, maybe I could have him come over here instead, but I thought that would sound a little rude. He would understand, but I would still feel bad about it. I did need help with music so telling him no would mean stress trying to figure out everything all together. I needed to be tested anyways.
Finally, I picked up the phone and redialed Nahuel's number, telling him I was going. He seemed pleased but also not surprised. He picked me up a few minutes after I called, I wondered if he was already out or if he's just a really fast driver.
Before I was strapped in, Nahuel asked me, "Did you get the letters Jacob sent you?" I was half surprised he knew about them.
"Yeah, of course I did." He chuckled and started the car.
"They're all he's thinking about. He'll be sending a few more soon."
"I figured that after he sent the second one." He didn't move the car like I thought he would. He just sighed after a minute of silence.
"Are you sure you want to come over? I know you must be worried about Jacob's reaction." I shrugged.
"He should understand I need help. If he's bothered that it's you that's helping me, I'll explain the situation I had with Josh." He shrugged, a if you say so gesture and then started driving.
The drive was silent as he lead us into an unfamiliar road leading into the woods.
"I'm actually surprised you wanted to meet my family," Nahuel finally made conversation. "A house full of vampires doesn't frighten you at all?" I went pale.
I forgot about the rest of his family. If their need for my blood was as bad as Nahuel's, would I be dead as soon as I set foot in that house? I rethought that, thinking their control must be as good as his everyday, then again, the rest of his family haven't been near me as long as Nahuel. He may be used to me, but they weren't.
"No," I answered finally, a little shaky. He laughed loudly, seeing my clear flaw.
"Don't worry, they all know. Their control may be even better than mine, except maybe Roy. He's learning though, this may be good for him."
The trees around us parted to show a beautiful white house. It had a river in the back and its age was pretty clear with the paint chipping off. There was a tree in the front as well, casting a little bit of a shadow across the beautiful house, the shutters were blue, it kind of reminded me of the house described in The Notebook, but my imagination or the directors when making the movie, didn't suffice the beauty of it.
"Nice house," I commented, for lack of word.
"That's what I like about you, Renesmee, you keep an open mind." I laughed and he got out of the car. In a flash, he was on my side to open my car door. I thanked him and he even grabbed my clarinet from the back.
Nahuel held the door for me as I walked in. The room was surprisingly bright and open. Not at all like what I expected a family of vampires to live in. It looked like lot of matching Ikea model home parts were ripped out of the store and were placed into this house, giving it the best home feeling and not to mention, very well decorated.
"You look surprised." Nahuel commented as I observed.
"Did you rob Ikea?" He laughed loudly and I joined him.
"Nahuel, is that you?" A high, squeaky like voice called, one that you would imagine a soprano singer having.
"Yes, Gail," He smiled at me and walked me to where the voice was coming from: the kitchen.
My heart started pounding, the worst reaction I could think of in a room of vampires. I couldn't slow my heart from the nervousness of meeting the family, the vampire Calhouns.
Nahuel ignored my beating heart, even though I was sure my pulse and being in my presence alone was maddening to him.
When we entered, I was hit by this spicy aroma of garlic, being fried in the sizzling pan I didn't take notice of until now. The smell was making my stomach growl, but I never eat when I wasn't hungry. Then again, I may have to make an exception, to be polite that is.
"Hello!" The voice of Gail matched her face. She had the most beautiful face I'd ever seen.
Gail Calhoun's eyes were golden, like Nahuel's. She had curly platinum blonde hair that went up to her shoulders, and her smile was so bright, it belonged in a toothpaste commercial.
"Hi," I said, trying look confident, especially in my self esteem right now.
"You must be Renesmee Cullen, the werewolf girl." I nodded and smiled, she smiled back.
"Ren," Nahuel finally spoke. "This is Gail, my foster mother."
"Oh, come on, Nahuel! I'm sure she knows who I am." She playfully hit Nahuel's shoulder.
"You know," We looked at one of Nahuel's brothers, who was cutting some celery. "Other than the fact we heard an unfamiliar voice, we knew it was you." He pointed the knife he was using at me, as if it was his finger. "You're the only one who can make him laugh that hard." I smiled from the compliment.
"Now, really?" I looked at Nahuel, if he could, he would've been blushing.
"Terrence, my brother." Nahuel introduced.
"You've got a nice sense of humor, huh?" I shrugged, blushing a little.
"I guess, but most of it comes off my boyfriend."
The kitchen seemed to freeze after I said that. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. Crap, an awkward moment, the one thing I always tried to avoid when meeting new people.
Before I could break it, and possibly apologize for mentioning Jacob, which probably was what triggered the moment anyways, someone came through the door.
"I'm back!"
The motion started again and Gail's smile returned as Malcolm became present with a jar of Regu spaghetti sauce in hand.
"Hello again, Ren." Malcolm smiled at me.
"Hi, Malcolm." He handed the sauce to Gail as she gave him a thank you, and she walked toward the stove.
"You gave us an excuse to use the kitchen for the first time." Malcolm rolled up his sleeves and started helping Terrence. I didn't notice before, but Iris was there as well, buttering bread and was now putting it into the oven.
"I hope you're hungry," Gail added. "This is my mother's recipe. I unfortunately never had the chance to cook it, but I'm so excited for you to try it." I smiled.
"I'm starving." Everyone smiled and continued to work.
"Good, dinner will be done in about five to ten minutes."
"Good, it smells amazing now." Gail smiled wider and nudged Nahuel, whispering, "I like her already."
"Not scared, are you?" Iris said, a little loudly. She looked at me and walked in mine and Nahuel's direction.
"Iris, my sister." Nahuel whispered like I didn't know.
"Renesmee," She said, close enough for the venom in her tone to be heard. "You shouldn't even have come here. Not only you're putting the family in danger, but you smell like wet dog."
"Iris," Malcolm said as a warning.
"She's right, I can smell it from here." Terrence added.
"Terrence," Gail warned.
"Just ignore her, she doesn't know what she's saying half the time." Nahuel whispered.
"If she slips one word to anyone," Iris warned.
"I would never tell a soul. I know that."
"Trust me, she does." An unfamiliar voice rang through the room.
Through the slide door in the back, I could see, what I guessed, was Marian. Behind her was Roy.
"Hello, Ren!" She smiled at me, opened the screen door separating us and walked through, Roy, the one that switched out of my science class, followed. "I'm Marian, it's so nice to finally meet you! Nahuel won't let me get within one foot of you."
I just smiled as everyone stared at Roy. He just stood there, looking like he was in pain. Completely stiff.
"Sorry, Renesmee, Roy's our newest vegetarian... it's difficult for him to be around human blood, especially yours." Nahuel clarified.
"Pleasure," Was all Roy said, in a deep voice.
"You won't hurt her, Roy." Marian said to her boyfriend. Nahuel sighed and put his hands together after a few silent seconds.
"Well, Renesmee and I have some studying to do, so we'll be in my room, Gail." She nodded.
"Okay, have fun!"
Nahuel took my arm in his cold hands and lead me up stairs and to one room, passing a number of others I couldn't stop to count, yet I was sure I could with one hand.
"My room," Nahuel opened the door and let me take a minute to observe.
It was very modern. The theme was grey and black, something Alice wanted before an African themed room came to mind.
There was black furniture, very little white, and the walls were grey with black picture frames to make the walls seem less bare, especially the ones that held posters I couldn't make out from the angle I was standing in.
The first thing I looked for, was the bed. As I walked, I couldn't find it, so I turned and asked.
"No bed?" He chuckled.
"No... I don't sleep." My eyes grew.
"As in... ever? Or not at all?" He smiled, amused by my amazement.
"Not at all." Weird. I couldn't imagine not sleeping, it was something I loved doing.
"So, you spend your nights studying... wow, useful." He laughed so I guess I was right.
"I have a desk over there," He pointed at his also black desk with a matching rolling chair. "I'll go steal a chair from Terrence's room."
Nahuel left then and I took a seat in his desk chair. I also had some time to look around the room some more. Something caught my eye.
The frames on the walls and desk held pictures, beautiful ones that you would see in a display in a newly but better. What really caught my eye though were the framed posters.
The posters were of old Broadway musicals. The first one I saw of was for The King and I and then My Fair Lady. They were the classic ones that I loved to see in restaurants or even in general.
I looked at Nahuel's bookshelf and saw the song books to almost every musical I knew and didn't know. Needless to say, I was shocked.
"Musical theatre..." I whispered to myself, sensing that was what he was most passionate about. It wasn't something I would expect Nahuel liking as a hobby.
"Past time, yes." I jumped hearing Nahuel's voice. I looked at him holding the other chair he said he'd bring. He brought it inside as I continued to observe everything.
"You... you're actually into that? Spontaneous singing and dancing?" He smiled in humor.
"And you're not?"
"I've been singing my whole life! Musical theatre is my favourite thing in the world!" It was hard to admit I loved it more than writing.
"What's your favourite?"
"Wicked, that next to Rent. Yours?" He answered without hesitation.
"Phantom of the Opera." My heart pounded, it was one of my favourites too, the most romantic musical I knew.
"I love Phantom! The whole thing is genius."
"It's the longest standing show on Broadway for a reason." I smiled.
"Nahuel Calhoun, you took the words right out of my mouth." He chuckled.
"The Phantom of the Opera, the love triangle between love and fate." I smiled, agreeing with him again. He frowned then.
"What's wrong?"
"It's just that..." He chuckled to himself, a stall I guessed. "What I find most beautiful about the play is that someone even as gruesome as the Phantom can find love. Though, of course, he wasn't able to keep it, he found it. Years of waiting, but he found it."
"I think that's the main reason why most people think Christine should've chosen the Phantom, because he's waited the longest, he was in greater need for it."
He looked away from me for a minute, to look out the window of trees, sighed, then asked. "Would you have picked the Phantom?" I frowned.
"Um... I think I would, but in order to be able to chose I'd probably have to relate. That's why it's not my top favourite. Wicked and Rent are about friendship and love. Phantom is just the love triangle." He sighed again and kept staring out the window, realizing what he meant.
He's lived for over a hundred years, and has no one to spend it with. Meanwhile, his family and probably his only friend, me, have someone to spend the rest of their lives with, however long that may be. He was lonely, like the Phantom, a monster, that's why he related to the play so much. It made sense.
"You'll find her, I promise. Love takes time. It felt like forever until I found Jacob. He thought, like you, he'd spend his life alone until he met me." He sighed and finally turned.
"I guess you're right... I have an eternity." Finally, he smiled. "Now, stop stalling and let's get that exam down."
Had to do a lot more editing to this story than I thought XD Review review! (Hint: long reviews leave a happy renesmee, and a happy renesmee is likely to reply!)