Twilight doesn't belong to me but my kick ass characters do!
The night ended and morning came and soon Riley was looking for me.
"Gwen where are you?!" I heard him bellow. I was on my feet in a second and at Riley's side in another. I tried to look excited about going on this outing but it was clear I was not. Riley didn't even register that he knew I was here; but turned on his heels and strolled outside like he had. It was obvious I was to follow, so I did.
To my surprise we were taking a car. I guess it made since. The Cullen's wouldn't be able to track our scent back here if we were in a car. I wonder if that was Riley's idea.
"Get in." my brother muttered curtly, I obeyed. He wasn't in the mood for pissing off today and I didn't want to end up like those other newborns. "So how are you?" He asked once we were pulled on the high way and out of earshot of the warehouse. I wasn't expecting that.
"What?" I asked. I must have herd wrong.
"I ask 'how are you?'." I guess I heard right. I shifted in my seat so I could see Riley's face. He looked much happier and himself, now we were alone. It seemed I could trust my brother completely; it was his mask I couldn't trust.
"Um I'm fine." I said. He nodded his head. "So what's been going on with you lately?" I asked. I wasn't sure he was in the mood for answering questions, but it was too late to take it back. He looked at me for a moment then focused his gaze back on the empty road. It was too early for humans to be out.
"The usual." He muttered. I nodded my head.
"So ripping other people apart is just everyday stuff now?" I asked, questioning his sanity.
"Yep." He muttered.
"So where are we going?" I asked after five minutes of silence.
"We're going to Bella's house." He muttered softly.
"Who's Bella?" I asked. Last time I checked Riley didn't have a girlfriend.
"The reasons why you, I, and every other god damn vampire in that warehouse was turned." He growled. "You see, it's her fault, Victoria's brother was killed! I'd give anything to ring that little blood bags neck." He finished his rant with a terrifying growl of anger.
Victoria must be her,but how on earth could ahuman be responsible for a vampire's death? It didn't make any sense!
"How?" I asked
"How what?" Riley said through clinched teeth.
"How did a human kill a vampire?" I clarified. Riley took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
"Because the Cullen's" He spat the name, "love the little blood bag enough to kill one of their own." he hissed.
"So what are we doing?"
"We need to get something with the humans scent on it so the rest of the army can find her." He sounded calm now but his voice was tense.
"Why don't w-"
"No more questions!" Riley snarled. I flinched. He looked down at me with a guilty expression; he didn't mean to scare me. "Sorry." He muttered.
The rest of the ride was in silence. I looked out the window to keep me entertained.
Tree.
Tree.
Tree.
Tree.
Tree.
Tree.
Tree.
Bush.
Tree.
Tree.
Tree.
Oh look! A rock…
This place looked like it was attacked by a green crayon. After about half an hour of torturing me, Riley turned on the radio and music began flowing through the car speakers. I was spaced out till Riley tensed in his seat.
"What is it?" I asked concern.
"We're here." He whispered. "Keep an eye out for me." He muttered.
"Yes sir." I muttered, Riley smirked.
Looking out the window was pointless. There was an early morning fog over everything and there were too many trees. We made a few turns and pulled onto a back road. To my surprise Riley parked the car and got out. I stayed were I was.
"Get out." Riley said as he began to walk away. I quickly followed him, leaving the car behind.
"Where are we going now?" I asked.
"I don't know where her house is." He said "And I can't smell anything but you in that car."
"Oh." was all I could say.
We walked until a soft breeze blew scents from the town our way. Riley broke out into a run and with a small smile I ran after him. We ran till we reached a small house on the edge of the forest. It needed a paint job and some fixing up but it looked cozy enough. It reeked of vampires and humans. This must be Bella's house.
"Okay, we have to be quick so come on." He said as he launched himself up the side of the house and into the open window, I followed.
The room was a mess there was a gray sweat shirt on the footboard of the bed, a pair of dirty socks behind a rocking chair, and a blood red blouse draped over the arm of the chair. There were books lying on the floor and the closet was hanging open with cloths spilling out of it.
"You'd think she'd clean up her room once in a while." Riley muttered.
"Oh like you can talk." I scoffed "At least you can see the floor in here." I said. He glared back at me.
"Your room's messy too." he shoots back.
"My room hasn't sent anyone to the hospital." I told him.
"Whatever." He said waving his hand dismissively.
He started picking things up around the room. A pillow, the red blouse, the socks, and the sweat shirt all went into the bag he's been carrying. I just stood there looking around. I picked up the books that littered the floor and placed them back on the self. I could hear soft snores coming from down the hall.
Someone was here.
I sniffed the air delicately and winced at the intense burn in my throat. I was hungry.
I let the smell pull my body down the hallway. The door gave a soft sigh as I pushed it open and the warm smell of blood wafted across my face.
A middle-aged man was sprawled out on the bed snoring away blissfully. I crept up closer and leaned over him. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.
Just a taste.
"That's her father." Riley said from the door frame; causing me to leap away from the bad in surprise. "Better not cause any more trouble. Let's go."
"Where's the girl?" I asked.
"Probably with the Cullen's." He said like it was obvious. I turned back around and he was standing there tall and blond with the bag over his shoulder.
"You got everything?" I asked.
"Yep, you ready to go?" He asked. I nodded my head and we both leaped out the window.
What we found waiting for us when we landed, changed everything.