It's been less than an hour since they arrived, but I can hear them in the main room discussing something. I suppose it might have something to do with the music sheets I left on the piano from my experimenting with composing. I had diddled with such things in life, and was still intrigued after death.
Floating myself down from the room I was in I look at all of them. They are tense, I wonder why? I suppose, though, if I came to a previously empty home and found music blasting inside, I would be worried too. Quite particularly when the instrument that caused it to play was run on batteries of all things.
Smiling I center myself amidst them, the youngest blond boy's…man's, I suppose, eyes widen as I brush by him and his head shoots up. They all have their focus on him, so I materialize in front of him, but at a distance. I'm proud that he noticed me, so he deserves a treat.
"Welcome home." I smile giddily, eager for introductions. I'm not Casper, but I'm still friendly enough to hope that we will all get along. These people…my people…Do not seem to be related. I am fine with it, we will be a rag-tag sort of family.
In less than a moment they are all looking at me, curious, and entirely wary. My visible form is nearly flawless by now, the only imperfection being that my feet do not touch the ground. That's always been an iffy one, I can never tell whether my feet are on the floor or through it. To be safe, I hover as close as possible.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in our home?" The eldest blond asks. His tone is friendly, but his eyes are puzzled. I briefly wonder if they can tell that I have no heart beat. The one who first noticed me stands as well before advancing on me till we are face to face.
"Hello. We will be sharing this home, so I would prefer you call me Naibre." The name itself is a mix of my first and middle name, Breann, but they do not know this. The boy, eyes still as wide as when he first felt me pass, lifts his hand and attempts to touch my cheek.
I walk through him before he can. I hear his sharp intake of breath behind me, but I am already seated on the sofa, or close to, though I am still not quite touching.
"I would like to know your names as well, if at all possible. I've been alone a very long time…I am…eager…you might say, to speak to others again." I know that this was their home before they came, these are the ones in some pictures I found, the pictures were old, I can only imagine it has been some time since they visited.
There is no worry, though, for I have kept everything aired and dusted. I had thought the time between the last time they were home and now was too long, that there would be a new, different, family to come, but this is just as well.
The eldest man stands, his eyes intent on me. I imagine they are aware, by now, that I am a ghost, and that I have taken residence in their home. Our home.
"My name is Carlisle. Do you know when you died?" He approaches the subject carefully, as if wary that I might throw some form of tantrum. What a silly question he asks, if I know? I humor him all the same.
"When I died? Yes. When I was born? Yes. My name? of course! Do not be silly, I know exactly who I am how, when, and why I died. I may guarantee you, there will be no disposing of me, so don't try." I give him a look that clearly says not to screw with me, though my eyes are dancing in good humor. Shifting my eyes to the others, then back to him as a prompt, I wait for their names as well.
"I suppose if you are adamant, then we will keep you." His tone is lightly amused, the others seem slightly bewildered at my presence.
I am introduced to them all, one at a time, beginning with the boy. His name is Jasper Hale, and I quickly do away with calling him 'the boy', more so because he appears my own age, and addressing him as younger would be rude.
I float genially around and examine each one as they are introduced, happy with what my search yields. I had never had the chance to examine emotions, as I have not been near people since my death, and I was not in the right state of mind to begin practice then. My new family is interesting, to say the least.
Their emotions differ from person to person, though I have only the slightest grasp on how to check what they feel, and I do not know how to interpret some of the feelings I receive.
The others gradually come into focus, and I smile in bemusement. This is my new family…The Cullen's.
"I suppose you are all busy what with resettling, I will leave you to yourselves." I turn, ready to dissipate, but Carlisle prompts me.
"You never told us when you died. His words are gentle, still treating me as if I were breakable glass. I suppose he will learn with time.
"Don't be silly! You asked if I knew when I died, not if I would tell you!" I reply, laughter in my voice.
"I'll tell you anyway, though, I died July 4th, 1972. I was 18. Would you like to know where as well? Don't worry, I didn't get blood anywhere, I hung myself. Right from that beam there." I said, pointing to the ceiling beam across the stairs.
They are all silent as I turn away, this time no one stops me, and I fade out of view. I am still in the room, but they do not need to know that.
I watch them turn to each other, and I know they are wondering whether their new house guest is insane or not. I am. I just don't really care about how or where I died, it was a mile-point in my 'life', not an ending to it.
"She is an interesting character. I wonder how strong her 'ghostly' powers are." Alice says, her tone is pleasant, and I find it soothing.
"I don't understand. Are not ghosts meant to be sad? She is…joyous. It makes no sense." They all turn to Jasper as I with hold a snort of laughter. Yes…in tie they will understand everything.