Author's Note: I decided I'm going to try and write a couple more chapters. I do realize it's hard to write a review for a story when there's only one chapter to base your judgments off, so I'll try to get the story rolling more before I start expecting any feedback.
Still, it'd be very much appreciated if you could read and REVIEW! :) Even if you don't like my story, and you absolutely HATE IT. I still want to know! PLEASE and THANK YOU!! (Constructive criticism is welcome)
I might be posting chapters 3 and 4 up today or tomorrow, we'll see how fast I can rewrite and edit! Of course, after tomorrow night (August 1st) I won't post up anything more until I finish "Breaking Dawn" :)
Invitation
I ran away and didn't stop for anything. With each passing second, I pushed my legs faster and further away. At the rate I was going, I made it home in less than a minute; running with more speed than normal—and for me "normal" was already inhumanly fast.
Moving to Forks was never my idea. I simply went along with it to please Anna and Henry, my "parents". They promised we'd stay here for a couple years and that the frequent rain and overcast and local wildlife proved to be suitable for our lifestyle. Henry even got a job at the local hospital. I knew they were right, so I didn't put up a fight. Besides, it wasn't worth it. Anything to make them happy, they've already given me so much.
I hesitated as I approached our large new home. The sight of it brought me to the present and brought him back into my mind.
After first arriving in Forks, I set off to explore the surroundings. I ran into a secluded valley with a lovely stream cutting through it. The place made me smile, it was my own sanctuary. One minute I was sitting alone and the next thing I know a boy—or man really—appears out of nowhere. I had been so lost in my daydreaming that I barely noticed him. When I finally did realize another person was with me, it barely took a second to recognize what he was.
A werewolf.
At first, my body acted of its own accord. A sense of adrenaline and alertness filled me automatically. I was ready to spring and attack. But, strangely enough, I didn't feel the need to defend myself. I had heard stories about werewolves before, but I didn't feel a sense of danger from this one. Actually I was sort of fascinated by him. I wasn't sure if that made my situation better or worse. I'm such a fool.
Either way, I couldn't get him out of my mind. Admittedly, my first impression of him was his physical features—tall, dark, muscular, and strikingly beautiful. He looked fully grown and mature, but it was clear to me that he was still young. I had been so caught up in his magnificence that at first I failed to fully acknowledge what he was.
What disturbed me even more was the overwhelming power that shook me when our eyes met. The phrase love at first sight immediately popped into my mind when trying to describe to myself what had happened. In reality, it was too cliché—how could I possibly be in love with someone I've only made eye contact with? And a werewolf at that! Internally, I cringed at the thought. But when I looked into his eyes, the force pulled me, like gravity, toward him instead of pushing away like it should. It didn't make sense. We were natural enemies. And yet, I was still drawn to him.
Still dazed by my previous encounter, I walked up the porch steps knowing Anna would have already heard my arrival. Henry had already gone to the hospital and Anna was most likely done unpacking by now. A slight pang of guilt hit me as I walked in. She had put everything in place by herself. I spotted her dark hair behind the couch where she was reading. "Lily, sweetie, you're back! How do you like Forks?" She inquired as she set down her book.
"I'm not really sure yet." I grimaced, creating a mental image of the beautiful, mysterious boy.
She laughed at the clear sincerity in my voice. I felt a frown form as I slumped down next to her onto the oversized couch, letting my form mold into the furniture. Anna was always lending a listening ear. I knew I could divulge my heart's deepest secrets to her without fear of her betraying me. She was the most trustworthy person I'd ever met.
And she was my mother, not in the biological sense, but a mother and friend to me nonetheless. Even though we aren't related in any human way, our similar appearances could fool anyone. Her hair is much darker than mine, but we have comparable nose structures and the same slanted eyes. And of course, our outer appearances marked us for what we were—with our unusually pale skin, golden eyes and faint shadows beneath them.
"What's bothering you? I knew you weren't extremely excited about the move to begin with, but you seemed to be in a fairly pleasant mood earlier." She questioned, exaggerating a frown and stroking my hair gently.
Sighing, I looked away, avoiding her eyes. With my special abilities, it was much easier to converse with others without my intimidating gaze upon them. My eyes could force the truth from anyone, like a lie detector as Anna had once jokingly put it. I could sense the trustworthiness in anyone and the truth behind their statements.
"It's… nothing. I don't mean to be ungrateful and complain, I just…" baffled, I couldn't explain my situation into a comprehensible story.
The suddenly tangled state of my mind both surprised me and frustrated me. I decided to drop the subject. The mysterious boy I met would have to remain just that—a mystery. I began pushing the memory of him to the farthest, darkest corner of my mind. I resolved that Anna didn't need to be troubled with my petty predicament. "I don't feel like talking much right now. Maybe later?" I mumbled, pulling up a weak smile, "I'd rather just go relax in my room," I sighed leaning into the couch more.
Anna was always considerate and understanding, sometimes more than necessary. "Oh, darling of course! You should rest, you do look tired." She chuckled, winking at me.
Giving her arm a gentle squeeze, I stood up from the couch. "Oh, before you go, your father called just a few minutes earlier," She stopped me quickly, "He told me something… interesting." Pausing before the last word, her voice had a tone of bewilderment.
How many more interesting things must I encounter in one day? "What did he tell you?" I asked sitting down next to her again, this time making solid eye contact.
"Well he said he ran into an old friend, mind you I mean very old, with a family, like us. Granted, they are quite a large coven. But he's a doctor at the hospital as well, Carlisle Cullen." She told me the surprising truth, sparing no details. "And he wants us to join him and his family tonight at their home."
Grimacing, I turned away, contemplating the situation. Vampires in Forks? Not unlikely, the climate was quite accommodable here, but still odd. Such a strange coincidence. Were they attempting to live a normal life, too? "They couldn't cause any harm if, after all, this doctor is an acquaintance of Henry's." I thought out loud, hesitantly meeting her gaze.
She gave me a reassuring smile and nodded slightly. I could see she fully trusted Henry's judgment. I smiled back, "And we are going to accept his invitation, I suppose?"
"We must be polite, of course!"
