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Sunday morning. Usually I sleep in on a Sunday, maybe get up at 11 and eat some cornflakes before hanging out with either Lizzie or Jacob for the rest of the day, and then finish some homework. This Sunday was going to be different. For starters, I was being forced to go to tennis lessons against my will. This is bad because I didn't want to run about a bunch of stumbling humans, who cant hit the ball over the net.
So, I was awoken at eight o'clock, by the shrill beeping of my alarm clock. I got dressed in the tennis whites that Alice had unsurprisingly provided, and Emmett, who laughed at me endlessly, drove me to the courts.
"Seriously, you hate sports at school? Well, this is worse!" He laughed as we pulled up into the small parking space, and turned the engine off. I sat there for a moment, eyeing the stumbling humans who waved their rackets around as though they were staffs. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall, grinning boy with the same alabaster, beautiful features of my kind. I smelt the air and sure enough, he was releasing a flowery, yet masculine scent for the humans to smell and fall in love with.
"Who's he?" I asked Emmett, who was also looking questioningly at the teenage boy laughing with a friend.
"Go see." Emmett said, whilst pushing me out of the car, to leave me to fend for myself. "And don't forget to ring Edward on your new phone, he only got it for you because he's paranoid." I chuckled, and so did Emmett, before he drove into the distance. I sighed, and went over to join the children sat on the tennis court.
"Okay, we've got a register here. Answer to your names." The coach said, gesturing to a large A4 book that he was carrying in his right hand. I glanced at the boy, who had come and sat down somewhere else in the huddle of humans.
"Gemma?"
"Yes"
"Katie?"
"Yes"
"Jake?"
"Yes"
"Max?"
"Yes." Oh jeez, Max was here. Why? I thought London was meant to be big.
"Samuel?"
"Yes." His silky English voice responded. I snapped my head up and looked at him, he was looking at me, frustrated.
"Renesmee?"
"Yes, well it's Nessie." I replied.
"Georgia?"
"Yes" And so the names continued until the coach finished.
"Okay, my name is Coach Phillip. You can call me Phil. Alright, lets do some warm ups." Everyone partnered up, and it was me and Samuel left together.
"How come you look like that?" I hissed at him, as he flipped his black tennis racket so that it spiralled in the air like a tornado.
"Inherited." He flashed a grin at me. I glared at him.
"You have no heartbeat?" I hissed again, making sure Phil didn't hear. For a moment Samuel looked dumbstruck.
"Are you…? Too?" His brow puckered and he was obviously contemplating the possibilities.
"Half." I responded, and he smiled again.
"You're not Cullen, are you? The one with the Volturi, not too long ago?" He laughed heartily when I flushed red.
"Shush, he's speaking." Both of us turned our attention to Phil, who was talking about the different types of swinging your racket. I knew this already, and let myself look at Samuel. He looked frighteningly similar to us Cullen's, though extraordinarily different. Clear, marble skin, topaz, golden eyes framed by thick black lashes. He had a straight nose and a slightly pouty mouth. His hair was chocolate brown, and so unbrushed it went beyond 'tousled', in fact it was more 'crazy'.
"Lets go." He looked back at me, and stood up, offering a hand to pull me up. I scoffed and pulled myself up, cradling my tennis racket as we headed to one half of a tennis court.
"Where do you live?" Samuel asked, he looked at me quizzically and I had to answer truthfully.
"Near Chiswick." I replied, not wanting to give too many details away. "And what family are you from?"
"We're a new one, the Parkers. My 'father' is a British Duke."
"How old are you?"
"I died, four years ago."
"So, you're, what, eighteen?" I guessed, assessing that he was about the same age as me.
"Yeah. And you?"
"Fourteen." I smiled; thankfully my aging had slowed down until it was only a bit quicker than an average human's. One of the perks to being half-vampire. He smiled back.
"Nessie, right?"
"Yes." I breathed. "And you're Samuel?"
"Sam." He grinned, and I smiled back.
We began to hit the ball to each other; Sam was obviously dying to whack the ball as hard as he could, though it would burst into one million pieces.
"You're crap." He announced after he had won the first two games.
"Shut up. And I'm not." I retorted, shooting him a glower.
"Piss off." He said, suddenly cruel.
"You."
"You."
We were cut off by Phil's monotone voice from behind us.
"Please, can we not have the unnecessary bickering because of sexual attention."
"There is no sexual tension!" Sam screeched, his voice shooting through two octaves.
"Of course not." The coach replied sarcastically.
"You got that right."
"Look, you are merely a boy, Samuel. Anyway, I work with children, and when you bicker you are in fact saying 'you're hot and pretty and I like you.'" I burst out laughing at this, and I knew if Sam were human he would have been tomato red. Sam sent Phil a look that could literally kill, and the coach hurried off appropriately. As I glanced around, I saw Jacob from the corner of my eye, who was approaching us with the same look balanced on his face on the day I 'kissed' Max.
"Nessie, I hate to tear you away from your little boyfriend here but we've got to go."
"Okay." I sighed, and stooped down to scoop up my racket off the ground. "Bye Sam. I hope you get over your little problem." I laughed whole-heartedly as I said this, and Sam grimaced distastefully.
"Don't worry." He said, eyeing Jacob, smiling timidly.
"Sam." He introduced himself, holding out a hand to shake. I was surprised at this, he was being very polite.
"Jacob." Jacob replied, shaking the hand gruffly and sternly.
I followed the wolf back to his truck shakily, knowing that he would jump to conclusions.
"How could you do this to me, Nessie?" He asked as the door slammed, and we began to drive home.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to seem oblivious to the tension he had created.
"Cheating on me with another bloodsucker!" It was a long time since he had used the term 'bloodsucker' and I felt mildly upset that he assumed I wouldn't mind that language. Well, maybe he thought I would mind, and wanted to upset me.
"I have not cheated." I said, trying to keep my voice composed. My face, I knew, was calm and cool but I did not feel like that on the inside.
"Who was he, then?"
"His name is Sam, I met him at tennis." I said, stating the obvious, as I knew, annoyed him.
"Nessie. I don't know if I can put up with this any longer." He spoke through gritted teeth. Suddenly, his teeth shattered into tiny diamond-like splinters, causing him not to be able to speak, though new teeth grew back almost instantly.
"Fine. Don't put up with it. Break up with me." I laughed blackly.
"You know I cant do that." He said finally, looking into my eyes intensely.
"Piss off." I muttered, I couldn't help but notice that I had stolen this line off Sam. I scoffed at my own thoughts, and swung open the door as we were at the Cullen household. As I had come in to relax, I realised that everything was chaotic inside as well.
"What's happened?" I asked mum, who was in a flurry of panic. She wordlessly handed me a newspaper that read:
Deaths in Ealing go up by 13.8%. Some kind of animal has come to England to kill; police suspect an out of control bear or another type of feisty animal. Last week there was one death on average per day. There is never any evidence of a human killing these people, but nearby residents have heard screaming late at night, one says: 'I was in my house, just cooking my dinner, when there was a high-pitched scream. It was so loud I dropped the plate I was holding and it shattered on the floor. I went outside, slowly, to see if everything was all right, and I went to the alleyway where the scream came from. There was a pile of bones, with the flesh ripped off lying in a pool of blood.' Police continue to uncover the mystery of the deaths.
My forehead creased in confusion as I tried to figure out why everyone was so panicked. It obviously wasn't a vampire doing this, or the blood would have gone. I wondered what any animal would be killing people for.
"Nessie. Do you seriously not think that the Volturi would love to come down and see that, just as we move here, deaths start to begin? They believe that you eventually go mad without human blood, and this would prove their theory correct, and kill all of us."
"But what can we do?" I asked, my voice hoarse and panicked.
"I don't know. That's what Carlisle is trying to work out. No, it cant be them. They wouldn't do that…" He rambled off, answering one of Carlisle's thoughts.
"Nessie, go up to your room. Jacob told me he wants to talk to you." Mum said, smiling and signalling for me to scurry away, leaving the adults at peace.
"Hey beautiful." Jacob said as he waltzed into my bedroom. I was left in a state of utter confusion.
"Erm.. Hi." I said sheepishly.
"I don't want anything to get in the way of us. I want you back, Ness." He whispered, sitting next to me on my bed. I don't know what caused it but I burst into a flood of salty tears.
"Its okay, Nessie. Just say you'll come back." He murmured against my hair, as he cradled me in his arms. I nodded once, and then spoke.
"Yes, Jake." The words came out easily, and I knew I loved him too much to break up with him. But, a small part of me wanted to.
So, what did you think? Who is Sam? Is Jacob good? Whats with the killings? Only I know. And I actually do, I have written a plan for the whole story so I hope you like it. And review, because as I've got a plan it wont take me that long to write a chapter, but it'll get posted on either Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday if I get over ten reivews!!