Disclaimer: I do not own twilight... Unfortunately.
A/N: Erm. Well. I think I'm out of practice so, gonna have to try to post every week and just try and make the chapters longer as I go on.
Vampire Dynamic: Burn in DIRECT sun. Drink blood. Heal. Can Manipulate (form of mind control? meh dunno). Can eat human food. Need sleep, very little but still needed. and all the basics blah blah :)
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Second
A Vampires nest. I was never sure whether it was more nature or nurture, though it didn't really matter. A Human has a home, somewhere they retreat to, a safe haven somewhere to keep their possessions and sleep, eat and love. But a vampire's nest had always reminded me of a magpie's, not because we sought out shinny objects... but because we collected. That's not to say that if something was broken we'd keep it. Oh no, a vampires hotchpotch was his prize trophy, his life, past and present, therefore everything must be in pristine condition. Clean from the oily hands of humans. Years and years of collections neatly shelved, dust free and in order. A form of OCD? Maybe. A vampire invited to see another ones nest would feel truly honoured, spend hours looking, not touching, but looking, occasionally asking questions, marvelling in the magnificence of it, the larger the collection...the older the vampire. Being invited in by that vampire was like entering his personal space. He was showing you himself. Even mated couples had separate collections, yes many made themselves a new place to live, few mingled each other's collections together but none moved into the others nest without their own possessions. It was a very primal thing, a nest to a vampire.
So that's how I stood wiping the large oak grandfather clock that stood tall next to my shelf of assorted belongings. Once again waiting. I'd spent my entire vampire life waiting for my mate, only to find her as a human immersed into society so well that I found myself watching her, trying to bring back my own humanity by living my life through Alice. She hadn't gone straight home as she normally did; she'd gone to visit her older sister Isabella, a clumsy woman with long brown hair. I thought maybe I could intercept her on the way, start conversation. Use my powers. Yet I couldn't. I wanted her to want me on her own terms not because I tinkled with her rational feelings. That was two hours ago and I'd managed to slowly, at human pace clean my nest, tinker with my clocks and such.
I hated waiting, almost as much as I hated the taste of cold blood. The stuff went through my body, churning around me, feeling it seeping through my veins like a cold chill. I had to get out, find her. Do something. The need to touch her grew stronger every day; I rubbed the heels of my hands on my eyes, adding so much pressure I could see white dots dancing at the back of my eye lids. Before I knew what was happening my legs had already begun to move and I found myself in the hallway of my apartment block, house keys in one hand and a coat I'd never need hooked over my arm. Isabella lived across town; my months of stalking knew that she was a single mother and a teacher. I also knew Alice would walk home, like many women who didn't realise I was lurking in the shadows. I was sure if they knew, if they only knew, they'd never leave their homes.
Isabella's home was quant and well, furnished, very…Homely. To be honest it made me feel physically sick. Photos on the walls, kids drawings on the fridge, fucking post it notes everywhere "do your homework" "Put the dishes away", as if normal speech was an absurd notion when it came to her kid. The two women could not be further apart if they tried, Isabella made me ill, I sometimes considered she didn't have a back bone, 'yes sir, no sir, would you like to fuck me up the ass before or after I kiss yours' constantly trying to make other people feel happy while putting her own happiness aside. Fair enough, she was a lovely woman, but there's only so much you can take of watching someone, be so fucking humble before you just wanna snap their neck…or slap them. Fucking woman. I shook my head realising I was criticising a human I had never spoken to, but if anyone was able to rattle me by being their self, it was her.
On the other hand my Alice, my beautiful amazing hu- I shut my self up before I could sound like a country love song, and relaxing back into the tree I rested in, if I wasn't so damn good at hiding I would have been arrested like the peeping tom I was. I clenched my fist, cracking the knuckles as Isa-fucking-bella handed her sister a coffee. "That's great Ally, when are you moving?" Of course I knew already, perk of being a prowler. It didn't bother me; I'd follow her to the ends of the world and back if I had to. It did bother miss humble though, her face said go for it! Yet her mind begged for her to stay close. Well, not her mind, Isabella's mind was closed to me, pissed me right off to the high heavens, I got over it though, her facial expressions let me read her like a book. More of a she said yes, her face said no, Alice never noticed her sister's insincerity. The way her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly her lips puckered a tad and her entire body halted. If she was good at something, it was covering her tracks. She would have made a great murderer, but alas she was a teacher so she had foiled my plans. Not that I cared for this human. Her sister had already claimed my attention; maybe in another life she might have taken my fancy.
My phone vibrated in the pocket of my blue jeans and I pressed it to my face not checking the caller ID, "are you still stalking that human Edward?" Her voice caressed the words, humour clearly hidden in her patronising question. "You know, you should just…I dunno. Talk to her already"
"Your input isn't welcome Rosalie" I snarled, nostrils flaring as I sat in a fucking tree.
"Let me guess, you're watching her right now…Oh God Edward you aren't parked across the street following her… are you?" Rosalie's voice was a mixture of disgust and shock. And I didn't say anything; I'd never be able to look her in the face again if she knew… if she knew I was in a tree.
"No, I am not; I have my pride you know"
"Liar" she snorted "Please don't disgrace the coven by sitting in a tree outside her sister's home, wearing torn jeans, really Ed, torn jeans?" My head snapped up at her words as I tried to pin point her, jumping from the tree and reaching out with my voice to find her mental voice, it should have been easy. But she was hiding it from me.
"Where are you" I snapped into the phone. My eyes narrowing at her tall figure as she slipped into the shadows of a near by children's park. I flitted to her, knowing that no body had noticed me before so just disappearing wouldn't make any difference. "Why are you here?" I demanded, my posture matching hers, she had leaned her long sleek body against a wall, her blue trench coat tying around her tiny waist with a belt, two rows of buttons done up her collar flicked, Miss Hale looked every bit as glamorous as her beautiful body and face would allow.
"To check on my dearest brother of course" her lips curled into a sinister smile her fangs dragging into her bottom lip "She is only human; I see not your fascination with her. You look pale, when did you feed last?" a lock of her curly blonde hair falling out of her eyes as she tilted her head back and let out a laugh, it wasn't a happy one though. The kind of laugh you use when you've been given grave news or out of irritation, unbelieving. I could feel the lecture bubbling inside her; I didn't pry into her mind, knowing it wasn't somewhere I wanted to be right then. I hung my head, leaning over so I could rest my hands on my knees "You know I don't feed like you, I haven't the restraint"
"Oh please, feeding from animals isn't sustaining you Edward; you bloody know it as well. Can you feel it in your body?" I had moved away from the wall, and she was circling me like I was her prey. She wanted to punish me; I could hear it in her thoughts see it in her actions "Do your senses dull? I bet even the moon is hurting your eyes Edward. Fool." She stood so close to me I could taste her breath as she spoke, her words so slow and menacing "We are vampires Edward, we feed from humans. You don't need to kill them, I'm pretty sure if you were up to scratch you'd be able to just take a little here and there, but you've let yourself go. Do you think when you finally talk to her, and words stutter from her lips, the heat of her breath won't send you wild, the blush on her cheeks sending you mad? You're a moron if you think other wise" her eyes skipped between mine and I sighed.
"I know"