Evan
As soon as I heard Sierra scream, I knew she opened that door. I mean, I always knew that she would be bad-ass enough to open it, but that room had some pretty... unique properties to it. Apparently some vampire warped it a very long time ago, making it so that anyone who enters the room saw what they were most scared of.
What I didn't know was that she saw something that completely shocked her, instead of scaring her. We all flew up the steps to the room whose door Sierra opened. Inside was the dead body of her old boyfriend, covered in blood and large bite marks. My first reaction was, "Eww we're gonna have to clean it up." I would forever hate myself for saying that. We all crowded in the room, not caring if our shoes got soaked with blood or whatever that was. "Hey Doc, you in on this?" I called to Carlisle. He crouched in, poking and sniffing all over the apparent body. He sniffed in disgust and said to us, "No more need to panic, it's a wax model."
I felt Sierra loosen up. "What? Wax? What the hell is this doing here?" she exclaimed, quickly getting pissed. "I bet the red stuff is water died red and somehow became a little thick," I put in. My sister bared her fangs, extending her mouth to its limit. "When I find those bastards that did this...," she threatened. "Easy there, sis. The previous owner of this place told me that there was something up with this room, that this house was probably originally built with the special abilities that some vampires have," I explained. I didn't dare tell her the entire truth of what I found out. No sane person would want a raging vampire on their case, right? Instant death, now with extreme pain.
Researching the house is what she expected me to do. What she didn't expect me to do was track down the previous owner and the vampire that originally built the house. I knew its entire purpose: what it was for, why it was built, typically all the 5 W's and the H. Of course, I had to force myself not to think about it. Sierra would have [figuratively, mind you] killed me. Or maybe...
I didn't have time to think. Sierra was upset enough to run outside into the woods surrounding our house. Esme was moving to follow her when I stopped her and said, "Leave her be. She runs off whenever she's upset, and she can take care of herself. She'll be fine, trust me." Esme gave a doubtful look but didn't say anything. I sighed and went back downstairs to the kitchen. I downed a glass of vodka to get my thoughts straight. "You should have mixed some blood into that. No wait, you should have drank blood by itself. You don't look too good right now."
I turned around. Jasper had followed me to the kitchen. I raised my glass, feeling just a tiny bit intoxicated. "You want some? It's a great stimulant. Especially if you want to mess with your feelings," I said too brightly. Shaking his head, he filled a tall glass with fresh red blood and gave it to me. "Drink," he ordered. I rolled my eyes. "Sir, yes sir." Still, I drank it down in one gulp. I'm a vampire, after all. I can do whatever the hell I want. Immediately I felt better. "Thanks," I said gratefully. Jasper shook his head again and turned towards the stairs. "I could tell your feelings were getting sluggish and slow. I just helped a bit, that's all," he replied over his shoulder.
"If that's what you wanna believe, I'm not gonna stop you," I said, shrugging my shoulders. But I wondered. Why would he really follow me to the kitchen? Not just because he was worried, right? What if he was more than just worried? I mean, we barely know each other. He's probably just a nice guy underneath all those scars and that tough-guy look. I wonder how he got those scars, anyway...
Oh shit. I forgot about Edward. Oh, well.