Chapter Five
Brandon's POV
"Luna! Racheal! No!" Mom shouts, pulling what appear to be two wolf pups off of each other that used to be girls. She turns to to the guy standing in the corner whose name I forgot. "Edward, take Brandon out while I get them to phase back," she says. Phase back? What did that mean? I get up and follow him out to the back porch. He intimidates me a little.
"What the heck just happened?" I ask, knowing he is my only informer. He glances down at me, as though he thought I couldn't speak or something.
"The twins are shapeshifters, but they can't really control it, so when they get angry, they turn into wolves," he says bluntly.
"Is mom a shapeshifter?" I ask. "Is my sister?"
"No, neither of them are, it's your sister's husband, Jacob, the girls' dad." We are quiet for a moment, and there is lot of squealing coming from the house. I hear someone shout, "No, I don't wanna!" and then there is a thunk.
"What is mom?" I ask. I could tell mom was something else. I was pretty sure she hadn't eaten the entire time I was there, and the twins had been really reluctant to eat, as if they didn't do it very often. He glances at me, and I notice the one thing that everybody I've met shares. The weird golden eyes.
"She's...a vampire," he says. I laugh.
"That's just a joke dad told me, what is actually wrong with her? Is she sick, too?" I ask. I think about mom dying and having to live with Aunt Marie again. I shudder.
"No, I'm telling the truth," he says. "What you believe is fiction is actually real," he says.
"So...you're all vampires?" I ask. He shrugs.
"When your sister was born, we all thought your mom had died. She was human, so your sister is half-human, half-vampire. Your mother didn't die, and she had you. You're human, I think. Your sister married a werewolf and those girls are part werewolf, part vampire, and a small part human."
I gulp and take a small step back. "We aren't going to hurt you," he says. "We just drink animal blood. So do the girls. They can't hurt you. I don't think they even have claws." He laughs to himself, furthering my intimidated feeling.
"What am I?" I ask. "What did you mean, 'human, you think'?"
"Your scent's not entirely human. Did you know you can lift things with mind?" he asks.
I gulp. I wasn't sure when they were going to bring that up. I guess I had always been told I was delusional, and that the tissue box I threw across the room with my mind one time was fake.
"You're not delusional," he says. "Most of us can do things that normal people can't. For example, I can read your mind."
I immediately start to monitor every thought. "Try to lift that acorn," he says, pointing to it. I had never tried to do it intentionally before. I focused really hard on the acorn, and to my surprise, it actually began to lift off the ground. I jumped, and the acorn fell. He smirked as the back door opened. Mom walked out, looking angry.
"Sorry, Brandon," she said. "That was just… well I don't really know what to tell you."
"It's okay mom, he told me," I said, jerking my thumb to Edward, I think his name was.
"Hey, do you want to see something?" I asked, turning back to the acorn. I focused on it again, and it started to float. Mom gasped, and I let the acorn drop. I turn back to her, smiling. "Cool, huh?"
"Yeah, that's amazing, Brandon," she said. "How long have you been able to do that?"
I shrug. "Since I was born, I guess." The door opened and the twin girls walked out again. They looked at the ground. The one with the kind of blonde hair spoke first.
"Sorry, grandma, sorry, grandpa," she said. Her sister looked like she was going to cry or something.
"Yeah, we're really sorry," she said. Mom stared at them for a minute, then sighed.
"It's okay, girls, but please try to control it," she said. "You scared your uncle."
It was a little weird that I was their uncle.
They both looked up at me. "Sorry uncle Brandon," they said at the same time.
"It's okay," I said. "I wasn't scared." My eyes went back to the acorn as we went inside, and I watched it rise and drop back to the ground.