Part 1 - Chapter 4: Artistic Gifts
As the sun rays touched everything inside the house, I admired my work. I cocked my head at its unusual aspect, but left my room. Rosalie, Esme, Alice, Bella, and Renesmee were packing up the main rooms when I cam in. "Oh, nice of you to join us," Rosalie got on my nerves sometimes. Esme shook her head as I started aiding them. "What were you doing last night?" I narrowed my eyes. "I finished my painting." Esme's smile helped me along. "Can I see the finished result?" I nodded and led her - and the others, unfortunately - into my room.
I cautiously grabbed my portrait and glanced at it once more before bringing it into the light. Alice gasped and Esme pursed her lips. "That's not the same portrait," Bella offered. She was so smart, wasn't she? Yeah right. I nodded and said, "I know. Something last night. I change a lot of it. My instincts just took over." Alice rushed over and took it from me, careful not to touch the still-wet paint. "Remarkable. I think we've underestimated you, Silver." You've got that right, I thought. I shrugged instead and Renesmee asked in her annoying falsetto voice, "What is it Aunt Alice?
Alice took another look at me. "Carlisle said you might have been a shapeshifter in your other life. I think that might just be your power. I bet I know who you painted, Silver." She paused before smirking and replying, "This is Diomedes." Abruptly, I took another look at my drawing. While I'd not gotten rid of Carlisle, his stance was drastically different. Instead, he was off to the side looking crestfallen at a new person who wasn't in the original portrait. This new guy was standing a bit behind Aro, Cauis, and Marcus. He looked younger than his peers. While the original leaders were like alabaster, this man looked stronger, but not so much when compared to someone like Emmett.
Diomedes had hair as dark as a pit of tool in the night. His eyes were crimson like mine. He was beautiful even for a vampire. His cheekbones and jawlines were crisp and exact. His robes covered anything else I could gather about him. His skin, though pale, had a somewhat glow. His clean cut face startled me a bit. I'd not remembered painting him. I was knocked out of my reverie when Alice attacked me. "She's got some type of omniscience like me!" I smiled as I gazed at the painting. Alice took it from me. "Carlisle needs to see this."
I sat patiently in the living room once more. Carlisle examined the painting. "Alice, do you think that she has your sight, but can only express it in a form of art?" Alice pursed her lips before replying, "I honestly don't know. I don't see her telling the future in any way, but I don't know what she should be predicting. We've been laying low here in Maine for a while. And the Volturi don't know about her." Esme worriedly said, "They'd take her too. You know that." Carlisle calmed her. "Yes. She is special. And I think time has slowed down even farther for her. That's why she still has red eyes and she was transforming for two weeks. She still a newborn, technically."
It was hard to digest, but I finally got it under control. "What does that mean, Carlisle?" He shook his head and replied, "I have no idea, Silver." I sighed. "Let's finish packing though. If anything new occurs, be sure to warn me, okay?" I nodded and we got back to leaving. So many thoughts were buzzing in my head as I loaded up my few belongings. We would leave the furniture here. Carlisle had sold the house with it included. Some would take the truck - probably precious Bella, Edward, Jacob, and Renesmee - while the others ran to Washington. I was fine with that, but I hoped we wouldn't have to hunt while we were there. I never hunted in front of anybody. Sooner than I would have thought, we were done.
My prediction was proven correct as the four special ones climbed into the car as the rest of us loaded ourselves with several bags. And we swooped through the foliage headed the Forks, Washington. I was faster and stronger so I had more bags than everyone but Emmett - we had the same amount because we had run out of bags even with Rosalie barely getting any - yet I still ran faster. I stayed right in front of them until Carlisle instructed me to stop for a moment. All of their eyes were black. They were thirsty. "When was the last time any of you fed?" Jasper answered, "Two weeks."
I rolled my eyes. "Go hunt. I'll stay right here." They all raced off in the hunt while I plopped down on a rock. I wondered why I wasn't thirsty. And if Carlisle's theory that time had slowed for me, why wasn't I as thirsty as a newborn? And at that moment, I caught a whiff of a human. It was worse than either Renesmee or Jacob, but there was no appeal for me. But I started to get a bit thirsty when I thought about it. So I left our stuff in search of a rabbit or two.
