'My brother from another mother...'-Unknown

Chapter III

Guests

It has been a week now since I came to Forks and nearly blew my cover infront of the Cullens. I told Penelopé about them shooting daggers at me, and looking at me suspicously. She told me that they probably felt intimidated or because I'm new, and they simply don't know how to approach me. Approach me my ass.

Today was a Saturday, which meant no school, which meant I got to go shopping with Penelopé, in style. Penelopé suggested we take her Land Rover Range Rover HST. It's a huge car, but I love it. We drove all the way to Port Angeles-Penelopé said this was the closest you would get to civilization. Haha. I wasn't used to this, I mean, America is huge, and I grew up in London, where everything you need is right at your feet. You can't miss a thing. So, this is a new experience for me. I'm basically an alien. In America.

We eventually got out of the car, and started to shop, flicking through different shops etc. I had a need for a new pair of jeans, a few jumpers and a coat. I had brought with me such a small suitcase, that I hardly put anything in it. Allthough, it almost rains constantly around Autumn in London. Penelopé spicked up a few items for herself, as I grabbed only a few, which consisted of a Miss Sixty sleevless pullover and shirt, a navy hooded jumper which read 'Daddy's Girl' and a pair of darkwash skinny jeans. I also managed to grab a pair of red, opentoe stillettos, which looked bloody good in skinnies. As we went over to the counter to pay for the items, Penelopé started to look as though she wanted to say something, but wasn't sure. For a moment, I was just standing there, starring at her, like a fsh. She squinted her eyes, then finally a few words slipped out of her mouth.

''Giselle, you know...the actual reason, as to why I really came shopping...is well...because-'' she began.

''-Look, Penelopé, quite the stuttering and tell me. I'm not the most patient creature to roam this earth you know,'' I said, making her look at me as though I just told her to fuck off.

''Well, you see. Ok, look. The reason why I brought you here, was because firstly, you needed some clothes, and secondly because you need some fancier clothes, too,'' she said feeing relieved.

''Fancier clothes? Why in the world would I need fancier clothes for. I mean, It's not like it's my birthday...or something. And even if it was, I would go out in a pair of jeans and jumper,'' I replied, surprised at how well she did not know me. Very surprised actually.

''No, I mean it's nothing like that. You see, Dr Carlisle, you know...the father of those vampires which go to your school..the ones that you said are like, giving you weird looks-''

''Yes, Penelopé, I know. Continue,'' I said, getting frustrated.

''Look, he knows too. About this whole thing where they're treating you as though you have the plague. Basically, Carlisle invited us over, so his family, you and me, can sort things out. Anyways, Carlisle and I are quite good friends, since I used to work as a nurse at the hospital he works at. And he knows we're a good family, so he just wants to sort things out...'' she finished.

''And I need fancier clothes for this, why?'' I asked, flabbergasted.

''Because...your always in skinnies...and a jumper?'' She said, awkwardly.

''Hhaha, are you trying to say I have no sense for fashion what so ever?''

''No, not really. I just want you to make an impression,'' she replied.

''Look, babe, I don't need to make an impression for anyone. And anyways, I already have. I think,'' I siad.

''Ok, fine. Suit yourself,'' she replied, actually giving up. We payed for our stuff, and left. I had a think for a moment, and as we were about to go in, I looked up at Penelopé's sad face. That made me do it. I turned around on my heel, and started to strut back to the shops. I heard Penelopé call after me, but I just ignored her. I went back to the store, and picked up a top which really cuaght my eye. It was a black chiffon shirt, with no sleeves, but it had a tartan corset attached to it. It was gorgeous. I tried it on, bought it, and walked bac to the car. Penelopé was standing there, leaning against the car door.

''Well, well well. What do you have there?'' She asked, raising an eyebrow.

''I wanted to make it up to you. I was being such a bitch back there. Your right, I should make an impression,'' I replied, giving her a hug.

''So, what did you get?'' She asked, cheering up.

''Well...you'll just have to wait and see now, won't you?'' I said.

''Oh. Fine then. Be like that,'' she moaned, like a little girl. I laughed, as we got into the car, and drove off.

''Ok, I'm ready!'' I called out. Penelopé entred the room, and her jaw dropped.

''Darling, you look fabulous!'' She sqeuled.

''Yeh. I don't have a sense for fashion,'' I said, sarcasticly.

''Well, what can I say? You know what. I'm going to shutup now, and get ready myself,'' she replied.

''You go do that,'' I laughed, pretend kicking her out the door.

I walked up to the body length mirror at the end of the room. I did look fabulous. I belonged on the catwalk. The darkwash skinny jeans looked fabulous against the red Christian Louboutin platform heels. And my tartan corset untop of my ruffled black chiffon shirt. I let out my naturally curly hair, as I wasn't really bothered to straighten it. I applied on some lush, vivd red lipstick, cat's eyes eyeliner and took my big, red leather bag. When I was done, I rushed over to Penelopé's room, just to nearly bump into her, as she was getting out of her room.

''I'm ready,'' she smiled, looking stunning in a black suede jacket,baker boy hat, jeans and cute blue heels.

''I'm ready too,'' I replied, racing downstairs for my car. It was dusk by now, as different colours, like pink and purple hues spread across the horizion, the trees as sillouhettes. My little daydream bubble burst though, when I heard the car door shut. I looked at my car, to see Penelopé inside, waiting for me. I sighed, and stepped into the drivers side, then we were off, whizzing down the roads. That was until, I had no clue where the Cullens lived.

''Er, Penelopé, I have no clue whatsoever where they live you know,'' I said.

''Don't worry, just drive striaght ahead, no turns, and then take a trip down the road that leads into the woods. It's quite distinguished, so carefull you don't run into a tree or something,'' she luaghed.

Carefuly following her instructions, we managed to get ourselves into an opening in the forest, when all of a sudden, a massive white mansion lay before us behind a small river.

''Is this it?'' I questioned.

''Yep. Now get ur ass out of this car, and be a good girl. None of your attitude, missy,'' she warned me.

''None of your attitude missy. Kiss my ass,'' I mimicked under my breathe.

''I heard that,'' she called, as she was way ahead of me, walking up to the door. I followed behind, slowly. I couldn't be asked to walk any faster. I saw Penelopé ring the doorbell, and the minute she did, an extremly handsome, blonde man stepped outside. Then he was followed by a woman with chestnut hair, and a very pretty face. I went up the porch, and right behind Penelopé.

''Carlisle, this is Giselle. Giselle, this is Doctor Carlisle,'' Penelopé said, intoducing me to the man. So he is Carlisle.

''Hello Dr. Carlisle,'' I said, shaking his hand.

''And this is Esme,'' Penelopé continued, as I shook hands with the nice woman.

''Come in, make yourselves at home,'' Carlisle beamed. I enterd a very large open plan space, which was very bright inside with white flooring and walls. It looked very clean. The thing which caught my eye though, was the Grand Piano which was sitting at a peice of raised flooring. It reminded me that I too, was musically talented, being a drummer. Then I saw them. The Cullen kids.

Penelopé practically dragged me into the sitting area, where they sat, looking as though they forced to do so, like me. I sat down on the sofa opposite theirs, next to Penelopé. Carlisle joined the rest of his family, along Bella, sitting on the armrest. Esme sat on the one person sofa.

''I heard you came all the way from London, Giselle...how are you finding it here?'' Carlisle asked, after a moment of silence.

''Well, it's allright, I guess. I mean, it's more realxing than being in a crammed city all the time,'' I replied, realizing that Carlisle had a slight British accent.

''May I ask you something?'' I asked Carlisle, smiling.

''Yes, go ahead,'' he replied.

''Are you British?'' Was my simple, yet out of place question.

''Yes actually. I was born in London, but then moved here. Why?'' He asked.

''Oh, it's just that you have a slight British accent,'' I replied, acting dumb. He laughed.

''Well, I get that alot,'' he said.

''Anyways, mind you, why is it that I'm sitting here, in a complete strangers house, wondering as to what those four-'' I dropped my hand in the four Cullen kids' direction ''-have been saying about me. I wonder...'' I finished off, and turned to Penelopé, who gave me the meanest glare ever.

''Good question Giselle,'' Carlisle said.

''Honestly, look Dr Carlisle, I don't quite understand what is happening. Someone mind explaining?'' I asked, rasing an eyebrow, trying to act innocent. I'm not evil, I swear...

''Well, we know your a vampire-'' began the curly haired, muscley guy.

''-half vampire, half slayer,'' I cut in.

''Well, ok, half vampire, and so we got quite...paranoid,'' the guy continued, but got slapped around the head by the blonde bombshell.

''Look, we understand your confused and all that, but we've had bad inicidents in the past with human feeding vampires, and well, we have a human in the family now, and we try our best to keep her safe, so the reason as to why we were acting quite off-standish, was because we thought you might do something to her...'' that long speech belonged to that Blonde Bombshell, who seemed like she was trying to get over and done with this all.

I laughed. Just simply laughed. Everyone just starred at me, as though I were a mad man.

''Darling, I was born in 1796, so I think, by now I can control myself pretty well, don't you think? And, I'm half slayer, so I can go on without feeding for a month. So please, why judge before you know?'' I questioned, quite proud off myself actually. That shutup the blonde bombshell.

''Hey, that's not fair...your older than all four of us...'' the curly haired guy pouted. I laughed along with everyone else.

''Yes, I may be older, but I was changed at the age of seventeen. And anyways, I didn't quite catch your names...'' I driffted off.

''Well, these two, Rosalie and Jasper, are the Hale twins-'' Carlisle said, pin pointing out the two blonde kids, ''- and this is Edward and Alice-'' he continued, pointing to the gorgeous auburn haired guy and the pixie like girl, ''-and this is Emmett and Bella,'' he finished off, pointing at the curly haired guy and Bella.

''Ahaa, I see. Well, now that this is all sorted out, we're off now, right Penelopé?'' I asked, getting up, but being pulled right back down by Penelopé's strong grip. I just frowned.

''Giselle, wouldn't you like to explain to this lovely family your slayerette side, and reasure Bella of no harm,'' Penelopé forcefully smiled.

''Fine,'' I smirked evilly, becuase they did not know what was coming their way. I got up, closed my eyes, and concentrated on being absolutly mad. Then I felt the balls of heat forming into balls above my hands. I opened my eyes, to see everyone apart from Edward (who fake ywaned) and Penelopé, gawk. Oh, so they weren't satisfied huh? I shut my hands, making the balls disappear.

''May I ask you something Esme?'' I asked.

''Yes dear?'' She smiled.

''Do you happen to own two, very long swords or kitchen knifes?'' I asked.

''Um...no. Unless you look behind yourself,'' she said awkwardly. I turned around to spot two antique sword, mounted on the wall. I smirked, and walked up to them, taking them out of their places, one on each hand. Before I did anything crazy with them, I brought my hands out, facing them towards the Cullen family, and spread them outwards, creating a blue energy around them. This is my sheilding power. Now they can't escape, or be harmed. Their eyes widened, as they realised they were being trapped. I just laughed, as I grabbed the swords, and spun the really fast around my hands. I then flipped them up into the air, cathcing them again, and hurtling them towards the sheild, where they simply bounced back to me, as I caught them in my hands.

I put the swords back where they belonged, and undid the sheilding power. They all sat still, like statues. Not breathing, not blinking, until Carlisle finally broke the silence.

''Well, that was...amusing,'' he smiled.

''So is that all slayers can do?'' Rosalie questioned, envy dripping off her voice.

''Nope. If you combine together the forces of Vampirism and Slayerism, then you have an extremly powerfull being, i.e. me,'' I replied, getting bored of this conversation.

''So can you run fast like vampires, and have quick reflexes...and great hearing?'' Alice asked. I simply nodded.

''Well, I hope I can trust you guys not to spill the beans,'' I laughed, winking at them.

''No, not at all. But I slighlty knew about these slayer powers, but never actually witnessed one, I only heard about them, from Penelopé,'' Carlisle said.

''Well, you witnessed them now,'' I said.

''Yes, your a very good swordsman,'' Esme added.

''Why thank you Esme,'' I smiled, slightly bowing with my head.

''Well, arn't you going to promise to Bella something?'' Rosalie asked, trying to clearly get rid of me. I just rolled my eyes, and looked Bella straight in the eye.

''Bella, first of all, I rarely feed, and when I do, I don't kill. When someone gets bitten by me -because of my slayer fluids- they don't really feel anything. They think they are being kissed, and they forget what happend most of the time. But I don't need lots of amounts of blood. I can survive on other things, like coffee, and that's it. So you don't have to worry about anything,'' I finished off, winking at her.

''Wait, howcomes you can bite something without killing them, PLUS they don't feel anything?'' Emmett questioned.

''Well, my origins are from Italy, and in Italy three types of vampires originate from there. There are my type, there are the animal feeding type, and there are the killing humans and feeding type. And the thing with my type is that we peirce the skin, we don't leave bite marks like the animal feeding type,'' I finished off, smiling, showing my slightly elongated fangs.

''Oh...well, out type is the animal feeding type. But we don't originate from Italy,'' Alice said.

''Well, human blood tends to be more stronger...'' I said, looking at Bella who looked abit uncomfortable.

''I'm sorry Bella,'' I said.

''Oh no, it's ok,'' she smiled weakly. I smiled back, feeling sorry for the poor girl.

''So, I guess we should really be heading back now,'' I said, getting up to leave.

We said our goodbyes, and as I was getting out the door, I turned around to see Edward looking at me furiously. When he saw no one looking, he mouthed 'I'm watching you' to me. That son of a bitch. When I made sure no one was looking I stuck my middle finger up at him, and left.

What a heck of a day it was.