Author's Note: Hellooooo Lovely readers! Here is a story that I have been working on for a while now and I hope that all of you fall in love with it just as I have.
Cursing is the main reason this is rated M and there are also mentions of rape, although nothing graphic and it won't come up until later chapters. With some sexual situations. There will be warnings before those chapters, though.
This is very OOC for the most part and Jasper doesn't look like Jasper from the movie, you'll see ;)
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Raya Swan is Bella's half-sister and we all know the story of Twilight, but this is how I imagined it if there was an added supernatural character. There is character bashing, of Edward and even Bella a few times, but it's all done in lightheartedness.
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Happy Reading . . .
William Shakespeare was either a raving mad man or a genius beyond even Albert Einstein standards. Einstein dealt in the matter of science and mathematics. He was a genius in the area of numbers and facts, but Shakespeare dealt in the facts of humanity and the feelings that one experiences. I understood his quotes just as much as they dumbfounded me.
"Have more than you show; speak less than you know."
"Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit."
"If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak unto me."
William Shakespeare seemed like the epitome of a romantic and I have no doubt that he had many lovers, or perhaps just one. Perhaps, he is where we obtain the idea of true love, because his words hold a preciousness that I don't think everyone gets to feel in their lifetime. They are beautiful just as they are cruel.
"I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old."
"Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love."
"Time is very slow for those who wait, very fast for those who are scared; very long for those who lament, very short for those who celebrate, but for those who love, time is eternal."
Perhaps, he was a lonely man and didn't have any loves or many lovers. Maybe his heart was just pure and longing for a love like this. One so pure and bright that it shines farther than the stars and lighter than the sun. I think everyone wants that. A love so secure and noble that it hurts.
Yet, the thought is so impossible in our own minds that we're never open, enough to allow another person in so close, and if or when it does happen, we run because self-preservation is the most basic human instinct. The person you love has the ability to destroy you, and that is terrifying, so, we all end up hurting them before they have the chance to hurt us. It's simple and insane and so very human.
So, what happens when one possesses no self-preservation? Do they love or do they run? I think they hide. I hide. Then when we're found by the right person, the love that is created borders on the strength of nirvana, because we feel everything, there is no need to protect ourselves when we feel like there is nothing left to protect. Emotions are heightened to a magnitude that would drive a normal person to the brink of insanity.
Pain. Time. Death. These things destroy a person's self-preservation and when the most basic horrors of humanity are shown to you, there is nothing left to protect. Loving someone means that one day that person could hurt you, so we push them away. There is no naivety of allowing ourselves to love, it just happens, and when it happens there is no running because there is no hiding. You've been found.
I never thought I'd be found. I never thought I would enter a place that could find me. Until him. Until them. Until that town. When I was found by a man completely forbidden to me. The odds were completely against us. For one, I was closed off, yet so was he. For another, he was married. That was a large obstacle for me personally, until I realized he didn't love her. Until I realized he never did, because he had never allowed himself to. He had never allowed himself to love anyone – until me.
•••
Stupidity. That was her problem. My half-sister was struggling in the depths of stupidity. How else could one explain, the reason that one drives around in a hunk of rust? I'm going to die. And that's saying a lot, because nothing can kill me, but I'm most positive that on this stormy, grey day in a no name town, on a no name street, Isabella Swan and her rusty old truck will be my demise.
I suck my teeth for the billionth time and Bella ignores me for the billionth time. "You are aware of how insane it is, to drive around in this . . . thing. Look, I know you love Charlie, but what in the fuck, Bells? It's an old, ancient heap of rust and I'm pretty sure, it's just a ghost of whatever vehicle is up in truck heaven! You should have politely declined and then went with me to buy a car that actually runs." I exclaim and she rolls her eyes.
She tilts her head and gives me a look. "You'll live, Raya." She says and I huff, because I was seriously considering calling my grandmother and saying final words. I run a hand through my hair and play with the bright red tips.
"By the way, you hair is already red, why did you dye it?" She asked and I shrugged. She was right, though, my hair was the natural bright red that normal redheads would give their left boob for. It wasn't untamable, then again, immortality helped a girl with stuff like that. Currently, the natural bright red faded into a dyed bright red. It was cute, it made you look twice, and it reminded me of fire. I love fire. In fact, if I was human you could describe me as a pyromaniac.
"Besides, it sticks out with your tanned skin. It's gorgeous, but . . . why?" Bella could be annoying when she was curious. I loved her, to bits, but she could still be annoying. Annoying in a way, where you just wanted to take your hand and slam it against her cheek, lovingly of course, but still.
The only reason, my skin had some color in it was because unlike my beautiful sister, I enjoyed the sun and it didn't burn me to a fucking crisp. Her mother is albino, mine isn't.
"Bella, I just dyed it because it looks cute. Now, drop the subject and pay attention to the fucking road before we blow up!" I exclaim, huffing and falling back against the chair. It rocked. Rocked. Oh, heaven and hell, help me now.
Bella and I were only a few months apart, because right after Bella was born, Charlie fucked my mother and then nine months later; I was born. You could say that's what ended Charlie's marriage to Bella's mom, but if I was being completely honest, the thing that ended their marriage was the fact that Renee liked to live and Charlie liked to exist. Those are two very different things and they mesh.
Now, I know what you're thinking. What are you? Vampire? No. In fact, calling me a vampire is rather insulting. Yes, I need blood to survive, no I am not a raging lunatic with paper white skin glows and beady red eyes. I am an original keeper, but that is a completely different story for a completely different time. Just know, that I have not reached my full immortality – yet.
It will happen on my eighteenth birthday, I don't know why, so don't ask. Bella doesn't know. Charlie doesn't know. My mother knows, but she's a psycho bitch, so we can save her for later too.
Finally, and I do mean, finally Bella pulls into a parking lot in front of a school that was ripped right out of the Breakfast Club and given the name, Forks High School, home of whatever-their-team-name-is-called.
"Can we skip?" I ask Bella sweetly and she rolls her eyes.
"No, Rae, we cannot skip." She huffs and jumps out of the car, it made a noise that had me screeching and jumping for my own safety. I point at it when I'm at a safe distance.
"It could have blown up!" I yell at Bella and she flushes to her roots because I'm causing attention to be thrown our way. Well, I don't care.
"Bella, we need to buy another motherfucking vehicle, because not only is your driving shit, but you are literally driving shit." I say and Bella gives me a look and, if looks could kill, I would be dead. I blink and drop my arms. She grabs my bag and tosses it to me. I swallow and glare at the hunk of metal. It's orange. Not like my hair, but – I don't know, it gives me the creeps. It's the kind of trunk the psychopath drives in the horror movie.
Or the trunk the rapist drives when he picks you up for a date. I whine and bounce. "Bella, I say we blow it up. Blame faulty wiring and collect on the insurance. We'll go 50/50." I promise with an encouraging nod. I am again, ignored.
"Okay, 60/40. But that's as low as I'm going!" I warn her, I'm ignored again. I feel cheap. I glare at her.
"Fine, Ms. I-could-care-less. 70/30, but that's it. You really need to work on your greed level, Bella." I chastise and she chuckles. Yay! I got a reaction. Thank the heavens.
"Raya, we're not and I do mean not getting rid of this truck. Charlie put in an effort, it was nice and the truck is nice." She says, giving me a look. I glare right back at that shitty reasoning.
"No, Bella. Haven't you been listening?!" I cry, dramatically.
"The truck is not nice. It's shit. Given to you by a cheap man who feels bad for not being in your life. I don't even like vehicles. Couldn't he have – I don't know, given me a gift card to Anthropology? Or target? I mean, Jesus what is around here, anyway?!" I shriek. Bella sighs and shushes me.
"Quiet, you are so loud." She mumbles and I roll my eyes.
"No, baby, I'm eccentric." I correct, giving her a look.
"And I need shopping, badly. It's a curse. And it needs to be satisfied by stuff filling my closest, duh." I say, giving her another look that says I'm questioning her sanity. She sighs.
"Rae, can we go inside, now?" She asks and I shift my weight, glancing back at the school.
"I don't know. I think that if I go in there, I'm going to also want to blow it up." I complain and she moves, grabbing my arm and yanking me into the school. I huff and turn my head, something catching my attention. Five people. Two couples and one male. The lone male was cute and his eyes were on Bella. They were black and glaring as if she'd done to physically hurt him.
I glared right back at the jackass. He blinks, catching me and then he looks away. "Coward." I mutter and Bella gives me a confused glance. I merely shrug and stick my tongue out at her. She laughs.
"You are a fucking child." She says and I nod, bouncing up the stairs with her. Although, I can't help but look back. There was a large dark haired boy, laughing and pointing at the lone man with black eyes. A beautiful, nearly strikingly terrifying blonde holding onto the large boy's bicep.
My eyes briefly connect with a pair of deep honey gold eyes and a shiver rolls through me, one so powerful it causes me to stumble. The last thing I see is a flicker of concern flashing in the eyes of the blonde man. Then, walls cut off our connection and I didn't even get a good look at him. I glare at Bella in annoyance.
You see, I'm the type of little sister that can do whatever shit I want to do, if anyone else crosses that line, I will kill them. That simple. She's mine to torture, and if anyone else feels the need to torture her, and they are not me. Then they die. It's simple logic, look it up.
•••
After receiving our schedules and realizing that they are identical. I grin. "Yay, I'm with you all day." I tease, doing a little dance with my hips and sticking my tongue out at her.
"You know, that is completely third grade and you are seventeen years old. Would you act like it?" She asks and I huff.
"Bella, just because you enjoy playing adult, does not mean I need to . . ." I froze, my eyes trained on something down the hall. Bella frowns before following my line of sight. He was tall, very tall. I was five foot five but he had an inch of shoulder and head on me. His golden blonde hair fell to the nape of his neck, naturally straight. It was well-taken of. No grease. It didn't look like he did anything other than run his fingers through it, but it was nice. It suited him.
His honey gold eyes were trained on me, confusion still marring his features. A little pixie of a girl stood next to him. She looked at him with the type of love one could confuse for true love, when in reality it was nothing more than a delusion of familial protection. She loved him. She just didn't love him.
Her eyes landed on me and she cocked her head to the side, a gentle frown overtaking her perfect features. She was beautiful. She was child-like in her beauty and while there was naivety in her step, there was ancientness in her eyes. Which were the same color as the man's, except they weren't as deep or warm, they were kind, just not liquid gold.
"Raya." Bella shook my arm and I broke eye contact.
"Yeah?" I ask, shaking my head in complete confusion.
"Are you okay? You just tuned out?" She asked and I opened my mouth to assure her, that yes, I was fine, but they got very close, and I watched him, just as he watched me. His scent immediately invaded my senses only to intoxicate them. It was fresh like rain and dark like danger. Was danger even a smell? Well, if it was, it would be spicy and sweet, but bitter and untamed.
As they passed, an unnerving sensation overtook me. A sensation to grab Bella and shove her behind me. To remove all of the students from the hall. A need to protect. A low growl that I didn't even recognize bubbled in my throat and it caught their attention, which was funny, because Bella didn't seem to notice. Their eyes locked with mine until they were forced to look away.
As soon as they were gone, my magic settled and the feeling dissipated. As if it had never existed. I coughed, ashamed and confused by my reaction. By my attraction. I shook my head and closed Bella's locker.
"Bell, let's get to class, please?" I begged and she nodded in agreement.