Hey y'all. Just in advance... I would like to apologize for any grammatical errors and spelling mistakes you might notice. I'm writing on my phone and my fat thumbs don't make that process any easier, complicating the editing process. I don't own Twilight.
I drag into the small two bedroom apartment that my sister and I own together in La Push. I immediately drop onto the old couch and inhale the scent of stale cigarettes from the previous owner and vomit, also from the previous owner.
Groaning, I roll off the couch because that's just disgusting. The sheath of my sword digs into my leg as I lie on the floor, sandwiched between a coffee table and the couch.
"We need a new couch." I groan into my arm as Dani walks into the kitchen. As expected, there's no food there. We aren't here often enough to keep the fridge stocked.
"I know." Dani says. "It's the only thing we never replaced when we bought the place."
We remodeled the entire building. We ripped the drywall out and replaced it. We updated the wiring. We fixed the plumbing. We put in new fixtures and faucets, everything is chrome, and matches perfectly with the brand spanking new appliances.
We redid the floors throughout the entire house, which is a gray laminate floor that looks like it's a wooden floor. My sister and I put a theme to each room, like the kitchen is earth themed, so there's a lot of green in there, while the living room is water themed, so there's a lot of blue. Including the blue area rug that's tucked under the couch that I'm currently lying on.
The only thing that doesn't match in here is the green couch.
I stand up off the floor and walk to my bedroom, claiming the shower before my sister even considers it.
The bathroom has a camouflage theme, so there's a lot of camo and white in here. But I quickly shower, and get ready for bed, finding my sister half asleep on the floor outside of the bathroom.
"I'm ordering food." I offer. "And then after we get some sleep we can go furniture shopping for the couch."
"Sleep first." My sister groans, dragging herself into the shower.
She's exhausted. I'm exhausted. We're both exhausted.
Her thoughts are mind-numbingly boring as she showers. So I order Italian to boost the carbs we lost, and take inventory of the weapons we lost and what we need to replace.
There's weapons stashed around the house. There's a gun under the coffee table, there's another one in the kitchen drawer and under the kitchen table. One in each of our bedrooms. A shot gun above the fridge and another in the hall closet, along with ammo stashed in random places.
My brother always encouraged being prepared for anything, he also taught us how to shoot a gun because you never know! Mom was always drunk and constantly would bring home drunk guys and Paul never trusted them, and if he couldn't protect us, he wanted us to be able to protect ourselves.
I groan angrily at the thought of Paul. We disappeared for two years when he was a freshman and then a sophomore in high school. We show up and then he disappears a few days later.
"That isn't his fault". My sister growls from in the shower. She's always defended Paul no matter how badly he deserves being on my shit list.
"Right. Don't lecture me Dani". I growl. I don't need it. I know what Dad was. Dad was a werewolf. His gene was activated and he phased when he was 25 at college. After that, he obtained the roll of hunting vampires and learning to kill them in his human form.
And when his daughters were pushed into his lap by his son and drunk wife whom he couldn't stand, he trained us to do the same. Hunt vampires. Protect ourselves. And thus we were born into the world of vampires and werewolves. Technically, he likes to remind me, that he's a shapeshifter and that the Volturi practically hunted the Children of the Moon to near extinction.
"See? Paul phased probably. He didn't want us getting hurt."
I growl at Dani, swearing under my breath. Dani was never as close to Paul as I was. But she's the one to defend him. And I don't know if that bothers me more than the fact that she protects him at all.
"He could've called and wished us a happy birthday or something. The least he could've done was be there for us when Dad died. Instead he told s to fuck off, never to talk to him again, and that he didn't care of the old man died or not. He could've made an appearance at the funeral… On second thought… Glad he didn't. Paul probably would've spoke ill of the dead anyways."
Dani growls in frustration in the shower. Dani and I never fight. Ever. Unless it's about Paul. Then there's always a fight.
"Paul fucking Lahote can kiss my fucking ass." I mutter under my breath.
"KENSI!" I hear my sister holler from the shower. Nothing wakes her up like me trash talking her brother.
"Your brother too!" She snarls. Guess I said that out loud huh?
"No he isn't!" I retort back.
"Kensi! We're twins for fuck's sake. Paul is my brother and yours too!"
I roll my eyes as I walk into the kitchen and dig through the drawer for some cash to pay for our food with. My hair is in a sloppy and wet bun as the sunlight streams through our windows. The gray long sleeve I'm wearing is soaked through, and the black running shorts I'm wearing stick to the inside of my thighs as I walk through the kitchen in my knee high socks.
After about thirty minutes the doorbell rings.
"Who is that!?" Dani calls.
"Food!" I shout back. I hear her curse as I open the door.
I jerk my eyes up to the delivery boy, who is much taller than most people I've seen. I inhale to catch his scent as I flick through the twenties.
"How much?" I ask.
"Is that your car?" He asks instead of answering me.
I look past him at the Camaro and Porsche in the driveway. One yellow Camaro, mine, because my favorite movie is Transformers, and my favorite character is Bee. And my sister's Porsche is white, because that's just how she is.
"Mine and my sister's." I answer holding up the money.
The guy clears his throat. "22.50." He answers.
I count out the change from the dish by the door and hand that to him too, taking the food from him.
"Hey?" The guy asks. I stop halfway through closing the door.
"Yeah?"
"Are you house sitting or…" I look at the delivery boy for a few seconds. He's clearly native to La Push, Quileute. Standing well over six foot and looking like a damn bodybuilder. I narrow my eyes slightly, considering the possibilities as to why he's so big.
My sister comes out of the bathroom behind me and walks into her bedroom, wrapped up in a towel.
"God damn, sis." I hear Dani murmur under her breath in her bedroom.
I roll my eyes with a slight smirk. "This is our house. We aren't around much." I offer.
"Does anyone ever house sit?" The guy asks.
I inhale sharply and catch Paul's scent. What the hell? Paul? This isn't Paul but I make sure of it anyways.
I realize he knows Paul, and carries his scent. But there's something else remarkable about it, the same woodsy smell that werewolves carry.
He's a damn werewolf.
"No." I answer with a sly look. "You knew that already."
The boy smiles bashfully. "You know there's a lot of dangerous things out there. Never know if someone might try to break in."
"Isn't that what the La Push protectors are for?" I tease knowing that'll strike a nerve in him.
And it did. I watch him twitch. "Are you native to La Push? I haven't seen you around."
I look to the side. "I'm native, full blooded Quileute." I answer.
"I haven't seen you before in my life." I answer.
He's a werewolf. That's why he's gorgeous.
"Well I went to high school here." I tell him. "I played softball, volleyball and basketball."
"Really?" He asks surprised.
"So did my twin." I offer. I'm not cold, but I'm not friendly. This guy knows Paul. He phases in with Paul once, and Paul will know we're here.
Speaking of twin, my sister emerges from her bedroom in an outfit similar to mine. "Is that the grub?" She asks, pointing to the bag before me.
I hold it out to her and she waltzes into the kitchen.
"What are your names?" The guy asks.
My sister and I pause before sharing a look.
"Kensi." I answer. "And that's Dani."
The boy nods. Clearly Paul doesn't think about us.
Dani throws a fork at me from the kitchen, making solid contact with my skull.
I hurl it back at her.
"Brady." The boy says. "My name is Brady."
I nod. "Well Brady. Pleasure to meet you. Have a good evening." I hand him another five dollars for a tip.
He whistles at my car I'd nicknamed Bee after Bumblebee in my favorite movie as he walks to his own truck parked along the drive.
"Werewolf." I mutter looking at Dani. "He reeks of Paul."
"Paul's going to pick up your scent on that Brady kid and then he's going to come over here."
I shake my head. "Bet you'd enjoy that wouldn't you?" I mutter, grabbing what I ordered out of the bag and a fork from the drawer.
"I miss my brother." Dani sighs.
"I don't miss my brother. My brother kicked us out of our mother's home." I answer. "In fact, whenever I think about Paul, all I remember is him suddenly getting very distant. I remember him hardly coming home, sneaking out at night, and if he was home, he was bringing home another girl and sneaking her out through his bedroom window."
Dani doesn't say anything. "I think he kicked us out so that we'd be safe from mom."
I roll my eyes. "You forget that him and I fought the day he kicked us out right?" I ask through a mouth full of pasta. "I told him that if he was going to bring girls home he had to make sure he was quieter with them, and started quivering like a leaf in a hail storm and told me to mind my own business. Well I made a comment about trying to but all the noise upstairs made it impossible. And then when mom threw a bottle at the wall, Paul was still angry when he chased us out."
Dani doesn't say anything. "I know you're right. I just don't want to believe Paul would do that."
"And you think I do?" I retort angrily. "I don't. I want more than anything to have Paul back. But Paul is gone, Dani. Whatever monster replaced him, is not my brother. Whatever animal replaced him isn't gone and I don't like it. I don't. I hate it actually."
I stab at my lunch aggressively before inhaling slightly remembering memories before Paul phased. Before Paul started bringing girls home. Before Paul started fights in school. Before all this shit with Paul happened.
And that's just depressing since that stuff hasn't happened in years. It's been four long years since I last saw Paul. My sister and I bought using our father's name a two bedroom house in La Push and we used his money as a lawyer and a doctor to remodel it and inherited his two cars, one which I painted yellow with matte black striping. There's plenty more where that came from. My father was a very successful man, a CEO of a huge company, a lawyer, and a doctor. Three of the most high paying jobs. And we're doing pretty well with his money, according to the accounts.
I'd called Paul about a dozen times, leaving messages about Dad's inheritance for him, but Paul never responded. Ever. And that's irritating because I kind of needed him to. Dani and I aren't low enough to spend Paul's money.
I debate finding that Brady kid again and asking him to talk to Paul for me, but decide against it.
"I'm going to bed." I finally announce.
Dani nods looking at the black TV. "Me too."
I toss the wrappers into the trash and drag off to my bedroom. I collapse onto my bed, thankful for the absence of dust in my room before falling dead asleep.