It is obvious that the the Cullens are vampires. I can see right through their eerie stares. I feel the creature inside of me rise up as if it is a great wave and I am just a mere cliff amidst its roaring onslaught.
I want to growl a growl that is fuelled by protectiveness over my mother. I can see though that she is oblivious to our so called guests. Approaching them like that as if she wants to embrace the tall blond one and recoil and the same time.
My stomach grumbles for the blood sausage the primal metallic taste fills my nose, I can hear it's call. I near the plate I can feel my moist tongue lick my dry lips in anticipation.
I hear the murmurs around me and I can feel their gazing boring into my back with judgement…I don't care let them judge let them look at this impetuous human if that is what I can be called.
"Hazel," I hear my mother sigh. "Where are your manners?" she asks.
I gaze up at her, I can feel my moist lips that are tinted red turn up into a smirk, "Right here," I say, "I am using a knife and fork."
I hear a deep snort from behind me. I don't turn around, I am nobody's muse. I will never be like them. I do not know what I will be but I will never be like them. I think with rising rage, for I am nobody and nothing.
"We have guests," my mother bites out.
"Do we?" I reply, "Or our they just here to see the new freak of the town. The one with hungry red eyes yet is warm to the touch," I say with a heated whisper.
I take a small glimpse at 'our guests,' they are forgetting who they are. They did not even wait at the doorstep. All real vampires wait at the doorstep before being invited in. These vampires are existing in a world that is not made for them. Instead of living in a world that is of their own creation.
"They probably live in a modern style house just like everybody else. There is no care anymore for what is ancient and old," I mutter as I walk the creaky yellow stained velvet carpet on the stairs.
In this dreary town the only thing I like about this place is our house, a stone house, whose walls and rooms envelop me when the world becomes overwhelming, when sight and smells become a plague to my nose. Ever since I came here there has been a lingering scent, a scent that beckons. Right now, it is invading my nose, 'LEAVE', I hear my body scream.
The last thing I hear my mother say is, "I apologize for my daughter's behaviour she has not been well."
I roll my eyes as I strut to my room, "Well…never been better," I mutter to the window overlooking the lonely meadow outside.
I am overcome with feelings of loneliness and yet no tears fall.
Alice is aching inside. Two nights ago she lost her mate – Jasper. 'In a stupid fight against James and Victoria, all because of Bella.'
Alice is or was usually a pixie like character. She liked to laugh and create. There was nothing more satisfying then putting an outfit together, she remembers, being in her bedroom and pulling everything out of her closet. She could feel that she was being watched. She turns around and sees a beautiful Jasper with his blond curls and a fond smile on his face watching her. She simply looked at him with her golden eyes alight and said…, "I can't decide,' she murmurs in the kitchen. Esme puts the knife down that was chopping red peppers. She embraces her daughter saying, "You don't have to decide Alice, not right now."
"But my vision," Alice whines.
"You know as well as anyone that your visions are not objective Alice," Carlisle interjects.
Alice solemnly nods and sniffs.
"I wish I could cry," she says, in a heart breaking whisper.
"I don't…" Emmett states. "I am happy that I can't cry because I fear that I would be crying for years. Jasper was my brother and every breath that I take aches. I hate Bella and what she did to our family. And more than anything I hate Edward for being happy. He gets his girl, while we get…"
"Emmett stop!" Rosalie exclaims.
"Jasper is dead. He was also dead before he was killed. Jasper was miserable before, he is free now. He always wanted to be free. He hated being a vampire and being an empath. You know this more than anyone Alice. He is free now. As we speak he is probably riding horses or just sitting under a tree with a straw of hay in his mouth and a signature smirk on his face. We are the ones with the cursed life. He is not!" Rosalie emphatically explains.
Alice is too numb to respond to her sister's passionate tirade. She feels more frozen then ever.
Carlisle intently looks at Rosalie with a proud smile on his face before Esme interrupts, "We have to go!"
"Where?" Emmett asks.
"To see my sister," Carlisle states with a deep sigh.
"Your sister?" Rosalie questions.
"Yes."
"I didn't know you had a sister," Alice says.
"No, you didn't, Edward does and Jasper did. I had to leave her after I changed Edward and Esme, jasper joined us. We had a disagreement and have not spoken to each other since. She has a daughter, who is part vampire…" Carlisle calmly reveals.
"How is that possible!" Emmett gasps.
"I don't know we will see tonight," Carlisle sighs.
"What is it?" Esme asks.
"Marsella, said that her daughter is experiencing certain behaviours. She is not like us…," Carlisle starts to say.
"Nobody is like us," Rosalie scoffs.
Alice gets in the Jeep while Esme and Carlisle drive in the BMW and sits quietly in the back. Ignoring the pulling sensation inside of her as if a part of her cold soul is being ripped in half.
After a fifteen minute drive they arrive at a small stone colonial style house. There are tendrils of mist wafting over the wooden entrance gate.
They knock on the large dark door that is only being lit by one cast iron lamp. The door opens…revealing a tall woman with long light brown hair and a slender nose, that matches Carlisle's it is quite obvious that they are related.
"Sister," Carlisle greets as he wipes his shoes and enters the dim lighted entrance with a cast iron chandelier overhead that is lit by flickering candles.
Emmett has the urge to do a shadow puppet demonstration.
Rosalie looks in the ebony mirror in the hallway, that shows their reflections.
"Brother," she greets.
"It has been a while," Carlisle says.
"So it has…" Marsella sighs, before she walks into the other room.
Alice's nose is affronted with a complex scent it smells like a combination of cinnamon and mildew, and something underneath that is sweet. She hides a smile when she sees Emmett walking on the old carpet and clouds of dust follow after him.
'This is an unusual house,' she internally muses.
A dull voice interrupts her thoughts of amusement.
"…Fork and knife," before a girl with aristocratic features walks by. Alice cannot get a good look before Marsella returns and guides the Cullen's into the living room.
