cool. ok, i dont own any of the twilight characters, but everyone else is mine.
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But when I hear a light, amused chuckle, my eyes pop back open. Alexander is gazing at me, his expression alight with surprise, yet guarded behind a mask of restraint. I find my face twisting into incomprehension.
"You are in quite a hurry aren't you?" He whispers, his voice husky and low. If I could blush, my face would be red from hair roots to my neck, "We barely know each other." If I am not mistaken, was there a hint of regretful desire in his voice?
"I just, got distracted," I mutter, averting my eyes and stepping away from him so as to distance myself from his amazing fragrance.
A cold hand cups my chin and lifts my face to look up into the ever mesmerizing golden irises. Then I remember the flat black color his eyes had been the night in the forest.
"Your eyes," I whisper, running a finger over his golden eye brow and around the pale purple bruise-like circle underneath his eye.
"I've hunted, like you need to do right now before you decide to find a human snack," he says lightly, a breathy chuckle slipping past his lips. I smile, wondering fleetingly if my touch is what took his breath away. His hand moves up, lightening fast to catch my hand, pulling it gently to cup his cheek.
I thrill at the chance to touch his face. Smiling, he places his other hand on my cheek.
"Alex!" a loud booming voice yells from outside to door to the room in which we stand.
A growl escapes Alexander's chest as his lips pull back over his teeth in detest.
"Jeremy," Alexander acknowledges the intruder as the door swings open. Another vampire boy walks in, though this one looks older. I turn from the intense golden stare in which Alexander had me confined. "Jeremy" is a gorgeous beast of a boy, aged 20 at most. His chocolate brown curly hair falls in ringlets in a sexy mess all around his head, while his oddly orange eyes peer at me through thick black eyelashes. If I though Michael was ripped, he was now twig-like compared to Jeremy. Our visitor walks in dressed in nothing but a pair of heart decorated boxers.
Though my skin is freezing, my face feels like it heats up a million degrees.
"Jeremy! Go put some pants on!" Alexander yells as I gasp, trying to control my fit of giggles. A girl comes up behind Jeremy, her short, slender, pale arms wrapping around his huge bicep. I see that she's just about as underdressed as Jeremy is.
"C'mon, Jer. Obviously little Alex wants to be alone," she smiles mischievously and looks over at me, sitting so close next to Alexander. Her smile warms a bit, becoming nicer.
"I'm Sharon, by the way. Welcome to the family!" She flips her curly red hair over her shoulder as she pulls Jeremy's arm, not moving him in the least, but in an attempt to usher the huge vampire from the doorway. He reluctantly turns, walking into the hallway. Seconds later, something whips through the doorway, landing square in Alexander's face. I turn to look, seeing that it is Jeremy's heart decorated boxers.
Alexander growls, a sound so deafening I feel like I should cover my ears. But I don't, instead I just stare at him in wonder and awe. He chucks the boxers out the door, and stands to close it. He seems my gaze on him, and smiles a dazzling white toothed smile.
"Please, just," he sighs, in defeat I'm guessing, "Just ignore my family."
"I like them," I say with a smile. He comes and sits back next to me, so close I almost flinch away.
"I'm glad," Alexander says, smiling widely, his voice fervent with gratitude. I smile, them am reminded by something.
"Alexander, why were Jeremy's eyes orange? And mine, why are they red when yours are golden?" He glances at my eyes as if noticing for the first time that they are a blood red color.
"It's a matter of personal preference and control," he whispers, as if speaking this aloud if forbidden, "Your eyes are red because that is how they are when you are 'reborn' so to speak. When you learn to hunt, they will turn. Mine are golden because I hunt only animals, not people. Jeremy has more trouble with his control, occasionally he slips. Obviously recently, by the looks of it. He's trying to learn the ways we have been taught. Another family, The Cullens, have been helping us. I respect their ways very much, and have abided by them since they began teaching us. We'll go hunt with them today to get you used to the style right off the bat."
I nod, the thirst in my throat almost unbearable. He takes my hand, standing up.
"You'll get used to it, Elise. I promise you," he says, his voice earnest. Then as if as an afterthought, he adds, "And I'll be here with you, as long as you wish to stay."
I smile, this idea thrilling, "I do," I manage to whisper.
His smile turns unintentionally seductive and my stomach muscles tighten, sending tingles through my limbs. He steps up so close to me that I have to restrain myself from jumping into him.
"So, I know we said barely know each other—" but he doesn't get the thought out, because my lips crash against his quickly. He sends the kiss back immediately, as if he too had been holding back the urge to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck and feel his hands at my lower back.
"Seriously, you two are way too young to be engaging in this sort of behavior," a voice whips over my shoulder into the room. The whole family, it seems, is parked in the door way watching our little make-out session.
Alexander continues kissing me, though I feel a bit uncomfortable about this, but his hand waves towards the door and slams it shut in their faces. With a flick of his wrist, the lock clicks. I hesitate, pulling slightly away from him, so I can ask a question. I'm breathless, though, and trembling and I have to pant hard to fill my lungs with enough air to afford the question.
"How did you (breath) do that?" I gasp, eyeing the door. I hear him give a slight chuckle, noticing he's breathless as well.
"Sometimes vampires have a power. It all depends on your human life, and what your most established quality was. Mine was obviously an animation of some sort." He glances at me, thoughtfully, "I wonder what yours will be. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough." He brushes my bangs out of my eyes affectionately with his fingers. I smile, really feeling genuine love for Alexander, like the way my heart would flutter if it was still beating…
"I'm dying of thirst," I murmur, quietly, rubbing my throat with my free hand. The other hand is still wrapped around Alexander's muscular back. I have no intention of moving it any time soon. He senses this and turns so our arms link around each other's backs, walking towards the door.
"It should be interesting to teach you to hunt," his eyes glance down at me, as if taking into consideration how delicate I look.
"Hey, I can handle it!" I argue, my lips automatically forming a natural, seductive pout.
His eyes freeze onto them, causing the iris's of his eyes to shift to a slightly darker color.
"Alex?" I ask, worried.
"Yeah," he says, shaking his head and rubbing the sides of his head with his thumb and forefinger.
I lean my head against his shoulder and breathe in his amazing scent. This surprises him, for he leans down on top of my head and breaths in the scent of my hair.
"Exquisite," he says, "How did I ever manage to stop—" this last portion so quiet I can't be sure I was supposed to hear.
We walk out of the room and through a living room where numerous vampires are sitting around waiting.
Michael's voice sounds out as everyone starts rising, "It's about time, you two. I was beginning to think you'd never stop." His presuming smile has me pulling my lip back and snarling. Alexander looks down at me, surprised, and chuckles.
"Hey, now, no need to pounce," Michael says, lifting his hand to trail the length of my cheek bone. This time it's Alexander's turn to let out a ripping growl.
"Back off, Michael. I don't want to have to start a fight with you in front of our guests." I look up and see that there are, in fact, numerous other vampire around besides the ones I had already met.
"These is the Cullen family," Alexander gestures to the group of strangers. He points to them all, rattling off their names, "Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward." When he mentions the last boy's name, I catch a sense of reverence that Alexander holds for him. I want to ask why, but I decide to save it for later so we can get going. There's another addition to our family too, a boy who seems to be only around 13 years of age. I look at Alexander and then the boy, wondering. His eyes say that he'll tell me about it later. I nod, glancing back forward and trampling outside to leave. Alexander places his hand on my back and ushers me to an orange convertible sports car. I recognize it as a Spyder. Fancy. He opens my door and helps me in. My emotions are off for a loop as his face comes within an inch of mine. Suddenly the wind picks up, nearly knocking everyone over, causing all the cars to shudder and the trees to bend slightly. I look with surprise, glancing around for another breeze.
Alexander looks around, then back at me curiously.
"Did you do that?" he asks, slightly wary. I glance around, my eyes wide and notice everyone is staring at me. Alexander lifts me up, pulling me back to my feet.
"Do you mind if I try something?" he asks, quietly, staring right into my eyes.
"No," I whisper, entranced by his darkening eyes, the gold fading away to black by the seconds. Then he kisses me. It's more passionate than the kiss from before, my emotions twirl. I feel the wind pick up quickly, the gray clouds clearing into a blue sunny sky. A wind tunnel forms around us, kicking up leaves and dust, forming a barrier between us and the rest of the world. Alexander pulls away, allowing my emotions to settle down before my tornado causes any damage.
I look around at everyone staring at me as if I'm the odd one. I'm among a huge group of vampires, and I'm already the freak. Alexander, however, is gazing at me with desire and awe.
"I'm amazed by you," he whispers, the tune to a favorite country song ringing lightly into my ear as his words sink in. I smile, laying my head on his shoulder.
"That little power could cause some problems, Alexander," I say with a chuckle.
"We'll deal with it," he says, lightly, picking me up and placing me back into the convertible.
"Now let's go hunt," he grins, his deadly teeth flashing as he pulls the car into drive and speeds off behind a red jeep.
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