AN: Hey, sorry for the long wait. I was feeling kinda funny for a while, and I got a bit sick. So I was pretty disorientated so unless you guys wanted a chapter full of complete nonsense .. Anyway, I'm not all that sure this isn't one of complete nonsense either, but I'm feeling better so I reckon it was worth a shot.
And I'm off for Christmas holidays! I don't think I've ever been this happy to have a few weeks off school :) And its snowing here! It never snows here!
Its kind of made me a little hyper. And I just had coffee. With sugar. And its never a good combination, plus its pretty late here so …
Without further ado, whatever chapter this is ...
In the middle of the forest clearing, illuminated by the full moon, a young girl came from nowhere. She was dressed in a black robe, from her head to her toe – the only visible skin was a pale hands black eyes, barely seen through the lowered hood. The girl slowly licked her crimson lips in a slow flirtatious manor, though there was no one there who could see it.
A soft clapping erupted behind the young girl, as she began tapping her foot against a tree log. Musical enticing laughter followed the gesture, as a melodious voice commented lightly, "My, my – are we so needy to flirt with one's sister?"
Still, no one appeared and the voice gave no evidence of from where she was speaking, but the black-robed girl did not move, instead replying steadily, "Needy enough that you called this meeting?"
Still, the girl did not turn and her sister did not make an appearance, but the musical voice spoke once more, "You know what happens to us this time of year." Her voice was full of contempt, and she made no effort to conceal the sharp snapping tone of her voice. "I envy the humans their peace."
The hooded girl in the centre laughed – a harsh melodic tune. It different than her sister's, but the same. It bore more wisdom, this girl had experienced more than the other - it was one of a mourner.
The hooded girl made no effort to move when she felt cool breath trickling her neck, though she would assure herself she could have if she had so wanted to. In the blink of an eye, their was a smaller woman behind her, dressed all in white and she too was covered from head to toe, only a pair of pale hands peeking out from her end of her robes and gleaming white eyes.
"You envy the humans?"
"Yes," the new woman nodded into her neck. "It would be nice to be ignorant."
"And I thought you could fall no further." The black smiled wickedly, before sitting down on a tree stump. "Why was it you wanted to see me, Sister?" She grinned smugly, "Miss me that much?"
The white glared back, an expression so full of hate that it would have made the strongest vampire flinch back. Her sister however, merely chuckled – she was no mere vampire. "Who was it that called who before now?" The smaller woman was speaking now, her white robe rippling in the wind. "I do recall someone was worried about their fate?"
Her sister's chuckle faded, replaced with an indifferent expression though her eyes gleamed with unsaid threats. "I'm sure Father would be pleased to hear you're interfering with my mission. You remember Exile of course, Sister? I believe you've been there more times than I."
"And do you remember my glorious … acquaintance, Sister? The one who loves you? Although, there are many in love with a Light-Bitch like you, huh?"
The taller girl looked down at her smaller, petite sister. A flicker of emotion crossed her face, before it was quickly hidden by a mask of indifference. "Father always said you were the nice one in the family."
"Yeah, and he was right. You're pretty cruel for what you're job is. Double-crossing bitch."
"Well for someone who's meant to be dealing with Hell, you're a little too lovey-dovey aren't you, Sis'?"
The small one looked up, as the taller sister looked down and together they enjoyed a sentimental moment the way only two sisters of mutual understanding can. That was until a branch they were standing under broke and fell on the top of their heads. Naturally, it split in two.
The smaller one grinned down at the shattered branch, as the black robed let out a low whistle at the sky. "Father sends his love," she remarked quietly. Another branch fell – bigger this time. "Or maybe not ..." The white winked. Another branch fell as they embraced in a hug, white thunder cackled nearby. "I told you he wouldn't be happy you're here." The black remarked, looking slightly pained.
They gazed around at the small clearing, "This will all be ruined by tomorrow."
"True, but I'm going to do my best to make sure the future won't turn out the way you think it will."
"In your dreams."
"Fuck off, Jane."
"Oh – Bella swears."
"Fuck off."
"Oh are you huffing with me?"
"Jane, get the hell off my robe!"
"Ow! You'd better not have just fucking hit me, you fucking bitch!
Harsh laughter followed, before the black cloaked figure disappeared. The white stared after, her hand clenched in fist around frozen air. Manical laughter escaped from her lips, "You'd better hope I don't find you."
Rose lay against the soft mattress, her skin sparkling against the dim light coming through the shutters. She raised a shining hand to pull her hair out of the messy pony-tail it had been in while she hunted, and licked away the trickle of blood still on her lips.
She flicked through the magazine Alice had left on her bed, not particularly caring about 'Lady Gaga's latest outrageous outfit' nor how 'Cheryl can't handle the pressure'. The badly-worded trash didn't appeal to her, and she wondered how humanity had fallen if this was what made the news. She herself could think of several scandals, though hushed up back in her day, that would have blown away the humans' simple minds. A low sigh fell across her lips as she threw her magazine across the room. It landed with a dull thud as it ricocheted off the side of the rubbish bin.
Score.
No matter how much she tried, her mind kept on going back to the stupid ugly human girl with the bushy brown hair that sat next to her first period. Rose felt rather disgusted with herself for even thinking about a human, especially one such as Isabella Swan. She smirked at how she was using her full name – how do you like that Swan?
If Edward had been listening, like he usually did, he would have snorted at how sad his younger sibling was.
There was something about her that made her wonder. Something that made her feel like she knew her. And it was this weakness, this small power that human – though her tiny brain was probably unaware of it - that made her hate her even more. Imagine – a human with the upper hand over a vampire. The Volturi would laugh their asses off. And then kill her.
Mentally, she ran through her memories. They were fuzzy and blurred. She skipped over the less happy ones – which unfortunately seemed to be the ones she remembered most clearly, after replaying them in her head for about a year after she had just been created out of horror, they seemed to have been burned into her skull – and tried to look through the less clear ones.
There was very few, but in several she caught a flash of brown hair. Kind of like Swan's.
A idea struck through her head, and she wondered the possibility. It had to be one in a million. If the brown haired girl in her memory had a child. If the child of the brown haired girl had another child. If that child had brown hair exactly – exactly being the same colour and texture which Rosalie strangely remembered clearly – like her grandmother's. If the child, or the child's mother had moved to Forks .
She shook her head – it was one in a million. And she highly doubted it was true, after all the Swan name didn't sound familiar.
Despite herself, she tried to think what she had heard about the girl's parents. Very little was known, after all she seemed to isolate herself almost like … well her. Rose couldn't help thinking that the girl sat by herself, like she did. Rather stupidly, she didn't eat, like Rose didn't. Judging from the fact she seemed to be in advanced classes, though still a junior, she was smart, like – Rose complimented herself – she was.
If Emmett hadn't come in without a shirt on at that exact moment, perhaps Rose would have made the connection that the human girl she hated wasn't quite human.
A young vampire stood in the centre of a clearing, looking for all its worth the victim-turned-savage of a classic horror movie. The trees around him had been uprooted, and carcasses of dead animals littered the ground, all centring around one being.
His legs were crouched into an instinctive defensive stance, and his eyes flickered around him constantly, trying to detect the tiniest flicker of movement in the forest. His nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply and his eyelids fluttered in concentration, trying to identify a scent. His denim jeans had several large holes along the legs, revealing the crimson liquid running down his pale limb. The sleeve of his T-shirt had been torn off, and he stood with one shoe on – the other lying several feet away with unmistakable bite marks along the heel.
But despite the carnage around him, there was only one thought running through his mind; his wife was going to murder him.
And as he stood there covered in blood which slightly disburbingly was not his own, he pricked his ears and listened as a shrill scream was picked up his sensitive legendary hearing. He was positive it was his wife's, just as he was sure she had just had one of her own legendary visions of him coming home. Indeed, from the direction of the Cullen house Jasper found – pushing past what could be Emmett's childish excitement, Rosalie's smugness, Edward's borderline depressing emotions and Esme's clear calm emotions – he could feel what only could be described as shock, horror and complete and utter terror. Only increased a tenfold.
The only good thing Jasper summarised as he sped around, burying the animal's dead bodies and tore the uprooted trees to shreds, was that Carlisle wasn't home yet – it was one less being full of emotion that he had to bear.
This was his last thought before he ran back to the Cullen house. He forgot as he ran why he had been sniffing the air. He forgot when he arrived that been a problem to begin with. Over the next few days and weeks, he would not remember. And it would be a long time before his memory was triggered by one significant event, which only two sisters knew about. And one of them would do anything to stop it from happening.
AN: So what? Good? Bad? Weird? Confusing?
I have to admit, I'm not too fond of this chapter but when I was sick I had a really wacky kind of wavelength of what to write and believe me you would think I was trying to be funny if I put it up. Bad thing was, I was trying my best to be serious.
I was wondering about the pairing too. Some people are leaning towards classic canon pairings, others want Jane/Bella and some are asking Bella/Jasper. Or Bella with someone else that I create. One reviewer made a good point that romance would interfere with the plot, but I think the romance would be a kind of side story to it, not the main thing.
So review please with who you want, and I'll see what I can do.
And tell me what you think of this chapter, but I still feel a little disorientated and wacky. So this might be a bit different from my other chapters which I wrote when I was aware.