A/N: Okay, first chapter is here! Sorry, been swamped with work. Please enjoy and review!
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~Irish
KPOV
Chapter 1: Soul Food
It's literally been the week from hell. Hot, muggy weather decided to descend on New England this first week in August and the worst part was: there wasn't even any sun so that I could actually go out and enjoy the heat. I was stuck working outdoors, in a sweater, in a ninety-eight degree thunderstorm. Why a sweater you ask? Because when I do actually get to go inside, they've got the air conditioner blasting at a constant sixty-five. Being soaked and then freezing to death is not my idea of fun. The sweater keeps most of the rain out while keeping me a little warmer indoors.
I sell cars for a living. Not exactly my dream job, but it pays the bills.
Finally seven o'clock rolls around and I can head home. Not that I've got anyone to rush home to, but it will be nice to sit down and eat dinner for a change instead of rushing off to work somewhere else. I can all ready hear the ramen noodles screaming my name from their little packages in the pantry. Food for the soul. Yeah, I'm a healthy eater all right.
It's heading towards twilight fast as I pull into my driveway, and I sit on the hood of my car to watch it's approach. This is my favorite time of day. The limbo between where the impossible might be possible and life stands suspended instead of rushing past me. Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong in my head that I don't see the world the way other people do anymore. I'm only twenty-one and I feel sixty. I guess a lifetime's worth of pain in less than two years will do that to a person.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and a chill ran down my spine. I turned quickly to find whatever it was that was watching me, but didn't see anything. That was really starting to creep me out. It started only a few days ago, and had been happening every few hours ever since.
Maybe I really was going nuts.
Grabbing my briefcase out of the trunk of my car, I dashed to the house. My instincts were hardly ever wrong and right now they were screaming that something very dangerous was stalking my every move. At the same time however, a whisper in my head told me that if it had meant any specific harm to me, it probably would have all ready made some sort of move.
Key word being probably.
My front door swung open after a gentle push on my part and I stepped over the energy line of protection I had drawn. Another thing that set me apart from your everyday human. I looked at the clock. Twenty minutes until the Twilight marathon was on HBO. Can anyone say geek? Yep, that's me. Twilight junkie to the max. But hey, who wouldn't want a beautiful man to love you as much as Edward does Bella and still be able to protect you from the world? I guess maybe it's because I like to pretend there are other people out there who aren't exactly normal. People that, if they existed, might accept me as I am. Weirdness and all.
I stuck some ramen in the microwave to cook and plopped down on the new leather sofa I'd just gotten. Not like I have anyone else to spoil anymore. May as well give myself some quality gifts.
As I was slurping down the really hot soup, the doorbell rang. Mumbling curses at whichever of my well-meaning friends had ruined my quality time with the Cullen's, I shuffle to the heavy oak door and pulled it open. Who stood on the other side was enough to nearly give me a heart attack.
He looked exactly like Jasper.
"Hello," the look alike said, his deep voice inflected with a Southern drawl.
I promptly blacked out.