A/N: Okay, so I don't think I'm going to continue with my story Glue. I got stuck and I can't really think of where it is going. But not to worry, I've thought of a better plot and so here it is. I hope you all enjoy it.
Basically, Bella belongs to James's small coven, which consists of Victoria and Laurent. They travel through Forks, meet the Cullens and then slowly, Bella discovers exactly how she came to be. This story will be viewed from both Bella's and Edward's prospective. Bella and Edward will fall in love and of course James is very pissed about it. A fight will break out and people will get hurt.
I hope you enjoy my first chapter. This is just the intro.
Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer. I do not own the Twilight series.
CHAPTER I: INTRODUCTION
Bella's POV:
"Are we going to continue North?" Victoria asked James in her high girly voice.
"Yes," James answered in his usual low voice. "We should continue along the Olympic Peninsula for now. I quite enjoy being out in the sun." James smiled tenderly at Victoria while brushing the back of her hand with his.
I shot a glance towards Laurent a few feet away to my right. He returned my gaze but dropped his eyes quickly to the dead young man at his feet before the other two caught our silent moment of communication. Laurent and I didn't enjoy having James as our leader, though we never discussed it. We kept our opinions to ourselves. Only one glance from each of us confirmed we were thinking the same thing.
My coven and I: James, Victoria, Laurent, and I, just finished devouring a small family in a cottage somewhere in Portland, Organ. I didn't pay too much attention to my surroundings anymore.
I wasn't always happy being an immortal, a vampire. I didn't enjoy feeding from human blood, taking one life after the next, but there was no other way to quench the burning, aching thrust. I surrendered long ago. But my life was comfortable, of course. I was happy with my coven, about as happy as I could be. I didn't really need anything else, my life was secure. A mate? Sure I've daydreamed about one day finding someone to love, but I gave that up long ago also. I was content on my own, I accepted it.
James said he created me because he wanted me to be his. Whatever it was about me that appealed to him, I didn't know. All I knew about my immortal life was that I had a chance to stay human, but he took the opportunities away from me. Maybe that was where the animosity towards him came from. He stole my human life away from me.
When I didn't return his affection he immediately moved on, creating Victoria. Only I knew Victoria loved him more than he would ever love her, though I never mentioned it. He would never love another like he loved me. But still, I ignored it. I would never be able to bring myself to love James. Never.
Nomads, we were named. The three of us traveled constantly from city to city, state to state, country to country. I've been many places and seen many things. It wasn't until two years ago that we added a fourth to our coven. Laurent. He was a nomad like us, and didn't belong to a coven. He hunted and traveled on his own. I was glad when Laurent agreed to join us. Being able to communicate with someone other than James or Victoria was a thrill. I accepted him immediately.
"Out," James ordered suddenly, pulling me from my thoughts. His pale finger was pointing towards the open front door.
I quickly obliged without a word. Only Victoria kept her position next to James as he lit a match and tossed it towards the blood stained couch.
Starring at the woman, the mother lying sprawled awkwardly across the ripped cushions, her clothes torn and her neck ripped in more than one place, I felt the familiar uneasy tightening in my lower abdomen. I didn't agree with the way James fed. He was a Hunter—preferring the name over Tracker—and he hunted this family from San Francisco to here.
James was given an extremely rare talent. With just one whiff of an exceptionally appealing human, he would let them go free and then hunt them down days, sometimes weeks later. It was all just a game to him. One, everlasting, horrible game. Watching the way he hunted and the way he chose his victims, always female, I would sometimes wonder if James hunted me when I was human. I never asked and he never confirmed.
The woman on the couch was the only victim in the small family who looked mangled and horrid. James liked to have his fun with them before he fed. They were his toys, his sheep. It disgusted me, but I ignored it. I turned my back to the scene and walked slowly towards the nearby park. Laurent followed me, his hand gently on my shoulder. I shrugged it off.
"Bella, you mustn't let it bother you," he said in low whisper, too quiet for James or Victoria to hear. "It's the way we are, it's in our nature. Accept it."
I nodded, turning my face into my usual composed mask. No one knew just how disgusted I recently became with James. I didn't have to accept it. I could never take pride in killing a human being, so fragile, so innocent. I didn't speak my mind to Laurent and tell him how much of a monster I truly believed James was.
"Bella. Come," Victoria ordered in her high voice. Her burgundy eyes held mine in an evil glare and I narrowed mine in return. She obviously didn't like me very much.
I nodded to her once before I darted to James's side, taking my place on his left.
"North," James said quietly. And then we took off at an easy paced run towards Washington. Victoria on his right, me on his left and Laurent behind.
As I ran calmly behind James, my mind began to wonder. What if I hadn't been turned into a vampire, would I have appreciated and enjoyed my human life? Eventually married, had children, and grew old with a man that I loved? I couldn't form a picture in my head, possibly because I had never experienced true love. I had never even had a crush. I shook my head warily, clearing my thoughts. It was wrong for me to think that way. I would never be human. I would never grow old with a man that I loved. I would never be a normal seventeen-year-old again.
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Edwards POV:
So what if I lose against Jasper, I could always challenge him to a wrestling match. That I definitely wouldn't lose.
Common, Emmett! Make your damned move already. We've been playing this game for far too long. You know I'm going to win.
I grinned sheepishly to myself as I listened to both Emmett and Jasper cures each other in their heads. Only I would know what the other was thinking.
I winced as Emmett finally made his move, the wrong move. Jasper stole the knight with his queen.
"Damn!" Emmett yelled exasperated.
Jasper grinned.
We're going to have visitors soon, Alice said suddenly from inside her head.
She immediately had my attention and I sat patiently as she displayed her recent vision. A coven of four: two men, two women, all nomads running away from a burning cottage. I couldn't see their faces but I recognized the scenery immediately as Portland, Organ. I've hunted there a few times before with Emmett. I knew the forests well. Something wasn't certain about their path yet, but they were definitely heading towards Washington.
Should I tell Carlisle now? Alice asked me.
I nodded.
"We are having some visitors soon," Alice called to everyone in the living room in her wind chimed voice. "A coven of four. They will be here in... about a week. They will be traveling right threw Washington."
Carlisle was seated beside Esme and Rosalie on the long white couch in the center of the room. His eyes were serious as he gazed down at Alice, seated beside Jasper on the pale carpet. Emmett was seated in front of Jasper playing, their now four day, game of chess. I was sitting contently on the piano stool.
Visitors, Carlisle thought. "What brings them here, Alice?"
Though his question was directed toward Alice, Carlisle's eyes darted to meet my own.
"Alice believes they want to stay close to the Olympic Peninsula, but she's not completely certain. Something's undecided," I answered calmly.
"Let us know when the vision is clearer."
"I will," Alice agreed.
The five of us: Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie and I, gathered our book bags and headed towards the door.
Forks High, I thought glumly as I parked in the school parking lot.
As I walked into my first class, I shifted my book-bag, my prop, uncomfortably on my shoulder. I hadn't fed in quite a few days. I was thirsty, but ignored the familiar itching, burning fire in my throat. Eventually it would grow numb.
Inside my English class, I stared blankly into the corner of the room. This was my shut down time. A time to relax and pretend to sleep, if only sleep would consume me. My head was, of course, buzzing with thoughts of the uninteresting young humans around me, and I tried to tune them out. Emmett was thinking about Rosalie and his recent encounter with her in their bedroom, performing naughty positions. His thought was the one I always tried hardest to tune out.
"Emmett," I hissed quietly when his thoughts become, if at all possible, even more detailed and pronounced.
"Sorry," he muttered and began concentrating on our teacher's speech sullenly.
I felt bad having to ask my siblings to control their thoughts when they were around me, but I couldn't help the fact that they were always in my head—or I was always in theirs. It wasn't my choice after all.
It's going to rain tomorrow, Edward, Alice thought from her boring World History class in a building on the other side of campus. Get ready for some ball.
"We're going to play ball on Friday," I mutter quietly to Emmett. No one heard. I spoke too low for human ears.
Emmett didn't respond but I knew he heard because he began picturing himself tackling Jasper and me to the ground, a football in his hand.
"Baseball," I corrected his thoughts.
Immediately Emmett's thoughts shifted. He was now tackling Jasper and I to the ground as he sped past us in a home run.
I snorted loudly. As if he could outrun me.
A/N: I know, very short. James's coven will meet the Cullens in the next chapter.
I hope you like where this is going so far. Don't forget to review.
-PuppetStrings19