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We all have secrets, and with a secret comes the fear that somehow, someway, someone will find out about that secret. I never wanted anyone to know our family secret but that was why we were here now, to lay the truth on the table.
So when it came to telling our story to others we were not the greatest. So for the past 10 minutes, Dad and I were now sitting quietly in the Cullen's living room thinking about how to present ourselves and not come off as something to be hated.
There are a lot of theories about all kinds of supernatural creatures and some of them may be true. For us however, most of those theories are false. For the two of us anyway" Someone needed to say something to get the ball rolling.
"Soooo…. are you going to explain anything or just keep us in suspense forever? Which we have but, well, you don't." Rosalie asked snidely. I was getting use to her condescending attitude. She did bring up a good point about us not speaking so I looked at Dad.
"Age is as good a place to start as any I suppose." Dad said, leaning back in his chair and facing the assembled family. "Well, as a matter of fact their young lady we do have forever. Though we may not look it right now, I stopped ageing some time ago."
"He's older than dirt." I laughed.
He pointed a finger as me. "Your grandmother is older than dirt… don't ever tell her I said that though. I'm a little over 1200 years old."
"Only a little over? As I recall, you were born around 733 so yeah, I think you're closer to 1,270 years old." I grinned at him and he gave me a scowl. We broke our staring match when we heard a huff of annoyance.
Huh, wonder who that could be.
"This is bull shit!" Surprise, it was Rosalie.
"Rosalie, language." Esme chastised in her very motherly way.
"I'm sorry Mom but it is, look at him," She said pointing to my father. "he's what 5'5?"
Looking Dad over, I would have given him the benefit of the doubt and said that he was in his early 40's. But it was starting to look more and more like Dad was not amused about all the talk of his age. I guess he was a like an old lady in that regard since it bugged him so much.
"It's the porn-stache Dad, adds a good ten extra years." I laughed and Emmett burst out laughing too.
"Porn-stache, that's great Bell's. That one is going on the list for later."
There were small chuckles around the room at my comment but I could tell that he was getting ticked off.
"Okay, enough about my age and my mustache," Dad said as he protectively stroked his mustache. "We're getting off track."
"As you noticed last night, Bella's eyes can change color." I released my hold on, what we call, my band in its first stage and I could feel my eyes changing, the whites turning an unnatural red and the pupils slitting and becoming a bright yellow. In the moment it took for my eyes to change the world became more alive, sharper, and clear. Colors became more vivid, before they seemed drab and flat, but then the world became alive through my eyes. I could see everything in such clarity that even high definition movies paled in comparison.
My senses were no longer restricted and I felt- free.
When I looked around at the assembly of Cullens, surprise was written across their faces but it was slowly giving way to intrigue.
"We call it our band, what you're seeing now is the first stage, cernentia, it means sight and it is different for every family line. It lets others of our kind know if we have a virtue or vice." Dad said and it was obvious he was feeling about as uncomfortable as I was but I picked up where he left off.
"Our family has a vice, fortunately or unfortunately, depends on how you look at it." I shrugged.
"You mean like the seven deadly sins?" Jasper asked. The both of us nodded in answer. "So what's your vice?" Jasper asked.
"Wrath." Dad answered. "You might have noticed how Bella had tunnel vision when she was going after Rosalie. She didn't stop until I hit her in the face with the Verbascum. She was hell bent on getting to Rosalie and so she probably just completely ignored Emmett and Edward. Unless they got in her way that is." He said, looking at Edward and Emmett.
"Verbascum, that was the stuff in that pouch you gave me last night when you thought Bella might still be-upset when she woke up. I still have the pouch by the way." Edward said as he fished the small leather pouch from his pocket and pitched it across the room to my father. I sneered at the damn thing, I hated that stuff, it stank and it gave me a headache. I returned to looking around the room and fixed Edward with a gaze, he quickly looked down after our eyes me for a brief moment.
Is he afraid of me?
I was starting to feel dejected but then he smiled at me with his a crooked smile. He looked even hotter now that I let loose of my band and could truly see him.
His hair looks really cute; I just want to run my hands through it.
It's obvious that my infatuation with Edward Cullen is getting out of hand.
"It's also called 'Bunny's Ear' and sometimes 'Hag Taper'. It can be brewed in a tea and it's said to be good for respiratory problems. It was a heavy hitter back in the day and it was very powerful at driving away demons. Sadly, the older we get the less effective it is. It worked like a charm when we were younger and we used it to knock out our kids when they were throwing a tantrum. Knocked Bella out a few times when she was growing up, but last night was the first time in several years." He chuckled.
"Yeah and I feel absolutely wrecked once the effect wears off." I grumbled.
"Is that really safe to do to a child?"Asked Esme. Dad just waved her off.
"When a child does something wrong you have to punish them right? Well, you have to remember we're not human and sometimes a simple timeout, or a spanking isn't enough. For example; have you ever heard the old saying that the kid could tear up and steel ball?" There were a few nods from around the room. "In our house, that was a literal saying. As she got older, she very well could tear up a steel ball." I smiled as all eyes returned to me. I shrugged.
"Now as you said earlier, I don't really come off as a guy in his prime. It's more of a see it to believe it." Dad's eyes quickly began to mirror my own, his red and yellow iris slitted but for him, the changes didn't stop with just the eyes. An intricate pattern of swirling stop sign red lines started to grow out from around his neck. Some went up to his face making angry-looking slashes coming out from under his chin up on his cheeks, while others snaked down past the collar of his shirt. It was like watching a very intricate, red, tribal tattoo being painted on his skin. Though the marks were not the only thing about him to change, gone was the lightly peppered hair that he wore with dignity and the wrinkles on his face had smoothed out as the red lines crossed them. Finally, vibrant red marks slowed and sitting where my father had been was what most would assume was a tattooed, well built, black haired man in his mid-twenties. Complete with an eerie, unnaturally silted, yellow iris on red sclera for eyes and a porn-star mustache.
The look on all the vampires' faces were priceless, they ranged from shocked to horror. Gears were turning now and it wouldn't be long before someone put it together, maybe someone already had. I decided to continue the explanation and let my dad be my example.
"The red marks are what we call the Seele Brand, or Soul Brand, for those not up on your Germanic tough. What you're looking at now is the real us; humans can't handle it as it just goes beyond their understanding on a primal level. Grandmother always said that humans were blinded by perception, they see what they want to see."
Carlisle stepped up to examine the marks and glanced at me.
"Why does Bella not have any of these…. Seele Brands? Are they gender specific?" Dad shook his head.
"Bella is still young. Once our cernentia of our band appears it's only a matter of time, maybe a few days to a week now. She'll be under the weather for a few days as the brand burns thru to the surface. It's not pleasant but the burning only hurts for a while and it only hurts the first time. The chicken pox lasts longer." There was a slight shudder from many of the vampires in the room, no doubt recalling the burn they went thru to get to their new life. To me the burn was something that I was looking forward to to just getting over with, to me it was just a part of growing up.
But to the vampires in the room, their burning was the death of their human life. I really had a big plus seeing as I always knew I wasn't human so the loss of my supposed humanity was not really a fear.
Carlisle nodded, taking in this new information.
"May I?" Carlisle said gesturing to Charlie's arm, Dad just shrugged and rolled back his sleeve before letting Carlisle's colder hand physically examine the marks. "They're really warm, too hot compared to a normal human's skin. The skin feels raised slightly, like it's scared.
"Of course it's hot, it's my soul." Carlisle's cooler hand stopped stroking and examining the marks and looked at Charlie then, ever so slowly, he blinked. "Our soul is marked by our band and made manifest for all to see when we're not holding it in. You have to remember that our band is wrath, so our soul reciprocates our band." Dad gave Carlisle a sly grin. "Others of our kind with a band of lust might have smoother softer colors and almost elegant marks. Someone with say, greed might have a more green or darker color and the marks might be very controlled, orderly. It's different for everyone, as well it also depends on the family."
"It's very freeing to not hide what we are. In a way, you know our kind better than you can any human. We don't hide who we are because we're afraid of others seeing it. Not really, it's because humans just can't handle it. Humans will always be afraid of the darkness, and rightfully so as there are monsters out there and I've seen them. But some of the worst monsters are humans. There is nothing more inhumane than Humanity's inhumanity to man," Dad's fist tightened and he chuckled darkly. "And humans have the gall to call us monsters!" I reached over to my father and took his hand in my own.
"Dad, calm down." These were old hatreds he was focusing on and that was never good, it made us want to fall to our band and I'm sure that Esme would like us to leave her beautiful house in one piece. He mulled my three words over and composed himself with a deep breath and leaned back into his chair.
"Sorry, my mother and I were on the wrong end of a hunt once upon a time." No one spoke after my father's revelation and even to this day it was obviously a sore subject for him. Dad didn't hate all humans, he picked and chose who he liked and disliked on their individual merit and that was a trait he had passed on to me, I was happy to say.
"Judge everyone of their own merit, Bella. Not one person is exactly the same as the last." That was one of the better life quotes he had ever imparted on me. Most of the others involved grilling or why we shouldn't pop my fellow a student's head like a grape for stealing our crayons.
Carlisle looked like a man in deep though he hadn't moved at all for a few minutes as all the information simmered, it was a little unnerving, him looking so much like a statue.
Edward was matching Carlisle as he thought over everything that we had revealed. He fixed me with a gaze and I smiled but he was obviously not in a smiling mood. This situation was starting to look grim and totally not like the outcome I was hoping for but then again, what had I been hoping for? I was thinking they would be more accepting but all around, I was getting the distinct impression that there was a lot of judging going on. The room seemed ever so slightly colder.
"So what are you? We've heard a lot, but it seems like you're skating around something very important." asked Jasper. He was right, we had been putting off the inevitable. Maybe we just wanted to let them see us for us before saying the words that would always bring about the final jurisdiction.
The hardest war to ever win is a war of ideologies; if both parties are truly committed to their ideals then it's an unwinnable war. Even more so if that ideal is a belief firmly rooted and with the right nurturing over time it can be as impenetrable as a brick wall. Even in the face of overwhelming proof of the contrary, just by being born we were in the middle of one.
It's a hell of a thing to be condemned in someone's eye even before you are conceived. I took a deep breath to prepare myself; it was time to lay our final card on the table.
"We call ourselves Lilim. The story of how we came to be varies greatly depending on the version you have heard before." I refused to look up as I spoke and each word was spoken just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. I could already feel their eyes scrutinizing us; I could almost hear the gears in their heads turning and gaining speed. "You see like humans, we're the offspring of Adam, but it wasn't Eve's womb in which we came from, it wasn't her that nurtured us and guarded us till we could face the world on our own. We were born from the womb of Adam's first wife," I gulped, "Lilith."
I looked up hoping to find the grinning face of Edward looking back at me, I could really use a smile right now. But what I found was no smile; there was apprehension, disbelief, and maybe even fear. His gaze tore into me and it burned. He was already assuming the worst, to him I was some demon sent from hell to collect souls of the damned or even some corrupter of the innocent. He couldn't see us for who we were, it was automatically what we were.
I never had many friends growing up; the whole losing control and killing them trait was hard to pass off as an accident. After lunch and hearing about the Cullens and them being vampires, I thought we might really have a common ground. I really thought this might be a chance to have some friends that I wouldn't have to leave or watch die. I didn't want to be like grandma and even dad to a lesser extent having passing friendships and one night stands. I didn't want the longing for something that I would one day have to leave behind.
Maybe that was just our lot in life, maybe we are cursed. Even among the Nephilim, the children of Lilith stand apart.
Edward and I continued our staring contest and the room was silent as everyone was still reeling from the apex of our revelations this evening. I wasn't budging and neither was he, or so I thought. In a split second our staredown ended as Edward turned and left left the room. I had won but it felt more like I had lost. I hesitated, not knowing what to do, and I realized that he was the only one with an opinion that I cared about. Everyone else in the room could think I was Dinesen of hell, but Edward, I wanted him to see me for me and not some notion that was impressed upon him by a bunch of superstitious old idiots.
Damn it all, he will judge me for me, not some misguided interpretation!
Before I knew it, I was moving. I was up, across the room, and out the door, following Edwards path. I deserved to know if he hated me. I thought he hated me before but now he had a reason to hate me, and if he was going to hate me, he was going to hate me for a good reason.
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"Where the heck are they going?" Charlie asked to no one in particular. All heads and eyes followed Bella as she stood up and stormed after Edward without a word. No one was really paying attention or noticed when Edward had gone, but everyone had noticed the irritated face of Bella as she left.
"I'm not sure but I wouldn't worry too much. Edward is a little old fashioned so there is nothing to be worried about." Spoke Esme as she directed a pleasant smile at Charlie.
Charlie, for his part, just scratched at the back of his head, giving the family a lopsided smile.
"I'm not too worried about Bella's innocence. She knows better and can take care of herself." Charlie said waving off any worry he had about his daughter's innocence. "Well, I'm sure you all have questions so who wants to go first?" Before the statement was even finished Emmett's hand was in the air like he had the answer to the meaning of life.
His question however was not as intelligent.
"So what's the sex like?" A rock-on-rock crack echoed throughout the room. "Ouch! Rosy babe, it's a legit question. Just like vampires we have to separate fact from fiction here." Emmett grinned like the Cheshire cat.
Charlie slapped his knee as he laughed.
"Straight to the big one." He said, attempting to banish the grin that had spread across his face. "Well, this goes back to what I looked like earlier, or rather what you all thought I looked like. Remember the 'blinded by perception' thing we talked about earlier?
"Well while we can't really compel anyone to jump into the sack with us, we can offer them all the sights, sounds, and smells of what they imagine their perfect other half to be. For instance..." Charlie stood with a sly smirk as he looked around the room, catching each person with a stare until he settled on Esme. He smiled slyly as he looked into her eyes and in an instant she gasped, her hand tightening on Carlisle's shoulder.
"Oh my…." Esme whispered, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
Then, like a mirage, into existence, there was another Carlisle standing in the room. He was still wearing the red flannel shirt and jeans of Charlie Swan, but for all intents and purposes he looked like Carlisle with one major exception. He did not look pale and nor did he share the perfect physical facial features of the vampire version. The flush of life was evident in his cheeks as they flushed a light red.
Human Carlisle smiled as the change finished, the final touch a small, well-groomed goatee. When the change was finally complete, there was a collective gasp around the room.
"My God," Came Jasper's voice. "you even smell different."
"Not just smell son." Said Human Carlisle, his voice lacked the bell like graces brought on by vampirism. For Esme's part she looked from the Carlisle that was right beside her to the human one that was standing in front of her. Human Carlisle stepped up reached forward offering Esme his hand which she reluctantly took, a breath escaped her lips, if it were possible she would have blushed.
Human Carlisle leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her hand.
"Bonjour ma belle amie." Human Carlisle spoke in French. The two turned to Vampire Carlisle when a cough drew their attention.
Good naturedly, Vampire Carlisle grinned at the two as his human counterpart stepped back with a smile. "It's truly uncanny Charlie, if I had not seen the change, I would think you're a long lost twin."
"Well I added the goatee, I was going for the evil twin look." This elicited a few chuckles from around the room.
"Your French accent is very good too. Carlisle's isn't quite as spot on as yours." Alice beamed as French was one of her favorite languages. In fact, Jasper had learned the language just because it was her favorite. "Did you live there for a while? Your accent is perfect."
"Born there, actually. Though it was called Gaul at the time and the nearest we can date is the late summer of 737 AD, after the Battle of Tours. My mother met my father there and had a one-night stand. She said he just looked so regal as he fought in the battle and, well, my mother had always liked a good fight. I was actually named after my father Charles, he was the leader of the armies of Gaul." He said, standing just a little straighter.
"Just a moment." Spoke a southern voice. "Charles? As in Charles Martel?"
"You're either a history buff or you were there and with that southern drawl, I'm guessing the later." Jasper returned an affirmative nod.
"History."
"Wait, who is Charles Martel?" Asked Esme.
Charlie took a moment to let the disguise that he was presenting to the Cullens fade away; his blonde hair faded back to dark brown and the red tattoos returned along with his trademark mustache.
"Charles Martel, or as history remembers him, Charles 'The Hammer' Martel, was a Frankish statesman and military leader. He was also the Prince of the Franks and the Facto Ruler of Francia. The man wore a lot of hats. The battle Charlie is referring to was one of the major victories that helped to drive the out the Arabian invasion of the time." Jasper chuckled to himself, fixing Charlie with a grinned. "Never met a prince before. Feel like I should bow or somethin'."
Charlie let out a bellowing laugh.
"I think we already said we were dropping titles and I'm not really the royal type. Though Bells is my little princess." He chuckled at his own bad yet sweet joke.
"So how old are you?" Emmett asked.
"A little over twelve-hundred."
"Wow, you're older than Carlisle and he is older than dirt."
"No, my mother is older than dirt." Charlie muttered then looked around nervously as he realized he had said that aloud. "Don't ask."
Jasper was usually the quiet one of the family but today was not the case now that he was intrigued. "The look you use on Bella, it's not normal, it was even a little intimidating on us. Was that another power of your kind?
"Noticed that, did you? It's more about strength, not just physical but mental as well. Our kind have something of a dominate nature, we're very possessive of what is ours. It's something of a universal quirk throughout species, kind of like an alpha in a pack of wolves." All the Cullen's visibly cringed at the analogy. 'Well that was interesting.' Charlie noted, you weren't police officer for years and not pick up hints like that.
"It works on humans too though I have to be sparse with it because it can really freak them out and mess with their minds." Charlie looked outside as the sun started to peek out from behind a cloud. He turned to face Emmett with sly grin. "You know it's too pretty of a day to sit inside. If I remember correctly, someone was itching for some arm wrestling and maybe even a bout. What do you say kid, still think you can beat me?"
It only took Emmett a second to match Charlie's own sly grin before he spoke.
"You are so on old man." Charlie bristled at the comment but held Emmett's determined stare.
"Now, now pride cometh before the fall—and you are going to fall hard."
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Where the hell did he go!
When I stepped outside my band was still free and the world was still as vivid as ever. I scanned the area and didn't see Edward, but I noticed that there were blades of grass that were beginning to reorient themselves from having been stepped on. I followed the lightly trampled path into the forest. The world started to slow down as I was sprinting in strong strides in the direction that nature was guiding me. Small golden lights flickered in and out of my vision as I passed bird in flight; other small, golden blurs were on the ground, no doubt squirrels and the like going about their daily lives.
As I moved, I had time to think. It irritated me that he thought I was a demon, maybe I was but I was at least part human or maybe something else. I banished that thought for now, we would know once my brands burned in.
My sight was the most active since I had, we had better sense of smell, and hearing but not nearly as much as a vampire if their tale was at all accurate. Sight however was a completely different it was the most dominate and the most useful. To use the world almost reacted in a sort of slow motion, and it worked in harmony with our strength. If we could see it and it got close enough we could catch it. The Vampires had more of a graceful strength and speed; ours was all strength, and we couldn't stop on a dime like they could.
So as for grace, they had us beat though power, I'm pretty sure, we had the upper hand.
It wasn't long till the trees started to thin out ever so slightly, one long stride and I was in an open meadow. Even though it was late in the day, the sun rays were peeking out through the clouds and illuminated the clearing. Flowers of all kinds were all around; all of the different colors of wildflowers made the meadow look like it was a rainbow and in the center was Edward who was looking at the setting sun, making its slow descent down the sky.
I had seen him today and I had known that there was something about his skin that gave him a glow and now I could really see it. I was looking at him from the side and it was like looking at millions of tiny diamonds, each one sparkling. It was amazing, even from this distance and on instinct I took another stride, he was amazing to watch.
It was going to be even more fun to tease him about it. I started to giggle and some of my anger evaporated, but the realization hit me too late and my amusement faltered.
Remember what I said about not stopping on a dime? Well not stopping at all is a problem too seeing as I had forgotten to do just that.
Edward must have been really deep in thought because he just enough time to turn his head to see a life size cannonball, me, coming right at him and his eyes widened. In an instant, there was a thunderclap with the unstoppable hitting the unmovable and we were tumbling head over heels. I ate dirt on one of the rotations and a wide trench was plowed in the ground with a few divots where one of us bounced then it was over.
I was lying face down on the ground. There was a rustling in front of me and I blinked to clear the dirt from my eyes and face. There in front of me was Edward, who was in the process of righting himself. When he turned, he gave me a dirty look; it was both physically dirty and metaphorically dirty. The irritation from him judging me so quickly was returning.
"Why the hell did you do that?" He shouted, he was really mad and truthfully, he had a right to be but that was beside the point; he needed to check himself. Righting myself and shaking the dirt out of my hair, I gave my own dirty look. He looked surprised as I sat up and he quickly looked away from me.
Oh, so now you can't even make eye contact!
"What's wrong with me, what's wrong with you? My dad and I bared our lives to you, in Dad's case literally, and you just walked out! At least give me the common courtesy of looking at me when I am talking to you. Do you think you're better than us because you think we're damned just for what we are? I really thought you would be different." He still wouldn't look at me. What a smug self-righteous bastard!
"Bella," he said, still looking away. "Maybe you should cover yourself. Your shirt got torn up really badly."
At his instruction I appraised myself and my anger vanished my shirt had taken some very severe damage from our tumble, so much so that I was now showing off my bare chest to practically a stranger.
"Ahhh!" I yelped, turning away from him and covering myself as much a possible and trying to save whatever dignity I had left. A bright red blush appeared on my cheeks as I struggled to keep my face neutral.
This is the worst day of my life!
"You still owe me an explanation." I said, still looking away from him and hoping to hide my embarrassment. He was silent for a moment then I heard some shuffling. I turned and looked over my shoulder just to be hit in the face with a light green fabric. After removing the fabric from my face I delivered an irritated look to Edward who was now only wearing a simple white undershirt.
He had given me his shirt and I held it to my chest for a moment just looking at it; then I swallowed my pride and removed my damaged top and bra, in favor of a decent covering.
"Thanks," I muttered, still attempting to hold on to my pride.
"What exactly do I owe you an explanation for?" He asked.
"First you hated me, then you seemed like you were warming up to me and now you just walked out during our coming-clean-with-each-other party. Does my existence offend you that much, or do you just think we're auto-damned from birth?" During my rant, I had turned to face Edward but he was still looking away and it infuriated me even more.
Why does his opinion of me matter so much?
"No." It was spoken so softly that I almost didn't catch it. He was still looking away from me so there was no way for me to even attempt to read him.
"No? No what Edward?" I asked sternly.
"No I don't think you're damned— or a monster." The last part was whispered as he finally turned to face me and it was like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "How could anyone like you be damned? I knew you were different, that there was more to you from the minute I saw you. Bella, when I first met you it was all I could do not to kill you right there in biology."
I blinked. That was surprising and I'm sure it was hard for him to admit. It's not every day that you find out that the guy you may or may not have feelings for literally wanted to kill you at one point. My imagination took hold of that idea instantly and ran with it. Edward attacking me in an attempt to kill me and drink my blood, then my fist meeting his face, the imaginary encounter made me chuckle.
"That would have been interesting. I mean, you trying to kill me only to get knocked through a wall— desks and students start flying like bowling pins in an alley." Since we knew to an extent what we were all capable of, it was funny. Our imagined first encounter even seemed to put a smile and chuckle on his lips. "Okay, I get that I must smell really good to you but why did you leave? I thought you hated us or something."
"Good is an understatement, you're like my own personal brand of heroin." That really put things in perspective. Was Edward just trying to lure me into a false sense of security to try and kill me? "But then little by little I began to find out more about you, I don't want to be the monster that I am. You're making me question everything that I have believed for a century."
Because of me, he was rethinking everything he had previously believed. I was speechless as it's not every guy that changes their outlook on the world because of you. We hadn't even really spoke but a few words and here he was, telling all his secrets to me.
"What about later when my brands manifest?" I said, fixing him with a hard gaze, my yellow and red eyes boring into his honey gold. "What about when you know the real me?" I turned my gaze to hands, imagining what they would look like soon enough. In an instant, Edward was kneeling in front of me, my eyes catching every movement in crystal clarity as he gently took my warm hands in his own larger, colder hands. I looked from our joined hands up to him and the warm smile from before had returned.
"Bella, in the beginning I wanted your blood more than anyone else I have ever met, but in the span of a day, everything has changed. When I realized what Rose was going to do, something inside of me clicked and I knew then that if it were in my power I would never let anything bad happen to you." He reached out and cupped my cheek. I leaned into his cool hand while his thumb brushed my cheek bone. "No matter what you are or what you look like Bella, it's a part of you and that makes it beautiful."
I am not prone to being a girly girl; I usually hated girls that fawned over boys. I guess he could be trying to lull me into a false sense of security, but in that moment, I didn't care. His touch was electric and his eyes made me melt, I was completely and utterly one of those girls now and if felt great.
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If you have any question please leave them in a review or PM me if you want. Thanks for reading.
I hope you all enjoyed this story and the big reveal, I also hope that I didn't tick anyone off and that you stick around now that most of the truth is out. But there is the girl in the woods that is getting stalked by the red eyed vampire, not to mention the wolves. Probably not going to have the Volturi in this story, there isn't really a need, I don't think. I just don't see a need for them for the suspense.
I have the next chapter written and will be sending it to my Beta in the next day or so. I was also asked if I was using Mortal Instruments in this story while I have heard of it I have never read the MI series. All of the myths and historical theology references are culminated together by my own mind. Since I do have references to Nephilim I decided to look into how they were portrayed in MI. Needless to say I am using the origin version of there being. IE Children of Angels and Demons with humans as one of there parents. Any way I have a few more notes before about some of the jargon and terms and background of things.
Again I hope you all enjoyed and we will see you again soon.
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This was kind of an inspiration for the idea of how they can change their appearance. 'Blinded by Perception.'
/Typoglycemia: is a neologism given to a purported recent discovery about the cognitive processes behind reading written text. The word appears to be a portmanteau of "typo", as in typographical error, and "hypoglycemia". It is an urban legend/Internet meme that appears to have an element of truth to it.
The legend, propagated by email and message boards, purportedly demonstrates that readers can understand the meaning of words in a sentence even when the interior letters of each word are scrambled. As long as all the necessary letters are present, and the first and last letters remain the same, readers appear to have little trouble reading the text.
Messed: "I cdnuol't blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg."
Intended Message: "I couldn't believe that I could actually understand what I was reading."
/What Charlie said in French to Esme. (I don't like adding notes in the story till the end.)
"Bonjour ma belle amie"
"Hello my beautiful friend/lady?"