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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Chapter 8 ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ The Girl with the Oval Rimmed Glasses ✧ﾟ･: *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)
Sam Uley was not a happy man, technically he wasn't a man at all and if truth be told, even when he was happy, he was still somewhat angry. All of this was due to what Sam was; his very nature was that of rage.
But rage was an animal he had to keep a tight rein on; he knew what happened if he didn't, that reminder was right in front of him as he walked in the room. He looked around to find Paul and Jared were sting in the living room watching TV while Emily was in the kitchen on the phone. She turned to him with a smile, but her happy face would forever be marred by a ragged scar that covered her right cheek.
"Hold on Billy, he's right here." She walked over to Sam, covering the speaker portion as she met him. "Its Billy, something about the Swans." Sam's jaw clenched as he took the offered phone.
"What's wrong Billy?"
"Its Charlie and Bella, they were invited over to the Cullen's today. Charlie said he and Bella were going over there for lunch under the pretense of a family get together that the good doctor and his wife invited them." Sam sighed. He didn't like the Cullens; it was literally ingrained into his head not to like leeches. Although even Billy's insistence that they should be dealt with couldn't make him budge.
Sam didn't really hate the Cullens as people, but he had a very great dislike of their kind as a whole. Because that's just what everyone was taught from birth so it had to be true. They would never be friends, but their numbers were greater than that of the pack's. Right now they had the edge so he would have to let it go. Unless the Cullens forced his hand of course, then he would have to act.
"Alright Billy, I have Paul check out the Swans and we'll go from there."
"There is more going on here Sam…."
"Until we have proof," Sam cut in. "My hands are tied, you know that. Now I'll do what I can and let you know what we find out. I'll have Paul check the Swan's house." Paul lost the battle for the remote on hearing his name mentioned as he cried foul at having to work on his off day.
"Alright, thanks Sam. Keep me posted."
"Goodbye, Billy." Sam said, ending the conversation. He didn't bother to wait for Billy's own farewell in favor of just ending the conversation there.
"Sam! I had plans today!" Cried Paul and he stood visibly irritated.
Sam mentally groaned.
"That's fine, you can check out the Swan's place first and see if there is anything wrong. Then you can get back to your plans." Sam said, giving Paul a look that left no room for discussion.
"Fine then I'm going now, if that's fine with you." Paul never wanted this life, none of them wanted it but Paul just loathed the fact that it was his life. He had taken it as a personal affront that his life was put it on hold because of his supposed obligation to the tribe. They all knew had it not been for the Alpha's command then Paul would have already left. Sam had feared that Paul's anger would make things worse if he left, so he had done the unthinkable. He ordered Paul to stay, hoping that once he had gained more control, he could resend the command and Paul would simply opt to stay.
Sam knew that had about as much a chance as an ice cube's chance of surviving hell.
"Go, but report back before you run off." Sam barked but Paul was already out the door as Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. No sooner had the calming breath left his lips then the door opened again.
Jake looked very irritated as he stormed in, his jaw was set, but he was obviously irritated.
"Hello Jake, is there a reason you're not in school?" Sam asked as calmly as he could. At first glance one might think that Sam and Jake were the same age, but that wasn't the case regardless of how well built Jake was now. Jake just looked off in the distance and he started to shake.
"Jacob, you need to calm down. If you can't keep yourself under control go outside." Jacob seemed to calm down enough so Sam spoke again. "What's wrong?" There was a fine line between caring and commanding that Sam had to walk, and when it came to someone shifting here in the house in the same room as Emily, there was no question on which side of that line he would be standing.
"You don't have to worry about me being at school for a while. I got expelled." He said, never meeting Sam's eyes.
"What did you do?" His voice left no room for side stepping on Jake's part. Sam needed to know if he had shifted or, God forbid, killed someone because then they were all in trouble.
"Destruction of school property, the boy's bathroom is going to need a lot of work." This was for the best. Sam had been against Billy demanding to let Jacob continue on in school, at least for now. Maybe once he had better control, but it was just a blessing that he hadn't killed anyone yet.
Sam stepped up and placed a hand on Jake's shoulder, the contact helping to dispel the irritation in the young wolf.
"Let it go Jake, once you have a better hold on the wolf you can go back." Jake pulled away, shrugging off the offered hand and flopped down on the couch and just stared off dejectedly across the room. Sam again sighed, being a leader was never easy and there was always something that was going to be a thorn in his side.
"Paul is heading over to Chief Swan's place to see if he can find anything out of the ordinary. Jared you're off patrol today, Jake and I will take it. He needs a stress reliever." Jake was all of a suddenly sobered up from his brooding.
"What's wrong with Charlie and Bella?" Jake said, immediately on alert at the mention of a family friend and his daughter.
"Nothing major. Billy thinks the Cullens are up to something because Doctor Leech invited them over for a family get together today." Jared said, completely oblivious to the magnitude of his words. Sam was on Jacob in an instant and managed to throw the young wolf out the door just as he exploded knocking Sam back into the house to look up at Jared.
Sam narrowed his eyes as he turned to look at Jared who was now sporting a nervous smile.
"Oops," He said.
"Get out of my house Jared. Go home do whatever it is you do on your day off, but don't do it here." Jared was up and out the door in a second. Sam just closed his eyes and again pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "It never ends."
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The Cullens and Charlie had been out in the back yard for the last five minutes testing each other's strength. Five minutes of that time consisted of Charlie poking fun at Emmett for sparkling in the sunlight. This only seemed to fuel the good natured rivalry that they were building.
After the laughing and the verbal jabs subsided Emmett had insisted that he and Charlie have a arm wrestling match, Esme had immanently shot down Emmett's demand for a wrestling match, saying that she would not have her yard destroyed.
So the group was now just at the tree line of the property at a very large semi-flat rock.
"Okay here are the rules…" spoke Emmett.
"If it is anything like we lock hands and when someone says go we try and force our opponents hand to the table, or rock in this case, then I know how to play. Hasn't changed much since I was a kid." Charlie said with a grin.
"Well I just wanted to make sure, it was a long time ago when you were a kid after all." Emmett grinned slyly.
The two stepped up to the rock eyeing each other as they locked hands.
"Ready to get your butt kicked Old Man?" Emmett said.
From the two opponents left a giggle came from Alice as she seemed to daze out for a moment. Emmett looked at her about to ask what was so funny but she just shook her head as if to answer Emmett's unspoken question.
"I've heard a lot of talk kid, let's see if you can back it up with some action." Charlie chided back.
Esme stepped up to the two and held her hands on both Charlie and Emmett's joined ones.
"I'll count down to one then say go; the moment that my hands are free, the two of you can begin." She looked to each of the opponents, each nodding in turn.
"Three…"
Emmet locked eyes with Charlie as a cocky grin slowly spread across his face.
"Two…"
Charlie widened his stance ever so slightly and rolled his shoulders, an obvious intimidation tactic. Adding to that effect his eyes seem to almost burn with excitement.
"One…"
Both opponents felt the other tense in anticipation. Both were so intent on staring down the other that for split second neither of the two moved when Esme swiftly budged to move her hand.
"GO!"
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A cool breeze was in the air and the girl with the oval rimmed glasses sat on the large, cool rock at the edge of the clearing. She took another drink from her water bottle before diving into her pack looking for a sandwich. To her dismay it had managed to get to the bottom of her belongings and was now crumpled. She sighed, looking at the mangled sandwich and relented, peeling back the plastic bag like a banana and taking a bite.
She rummaged a bit more in her bag with her free hand and removed a small wooden box; it was well worn, and had a small brass latch keeping its contents secured inside. Setting the box down beside her, she smiled to herself as her hand brushed over the smooth wood grain, thinking back to when her grandmother had given it to her and told her she was ready.
Flipping the brass clasp and opening the box, she peered down at the three, red, oval gems inside, there were no cut or seams on them like you would find in normal gems used in jewelry. They look like they had formed perfectly oval and smooth but she knew better. She could feel the echo of the magik that was used to forge these gems. She knew it well; it was the magik of her grandmother, Lina. The petite, short woman on her mother's side was amazing. Though she would never dream of calling her short to her face as she was very touchy on that subject, and even more so on the size of her chest. Angela chuckled to herself at a memory of her grandma getting mad at Angela's mother for a short comment.
She took one last bit finishing off her sandwich and shoving the empty bag back into her pack. As she took another drink from her bottle she froze, through the clear plastic she could see there was a bright yellow and red blur. Slowly she lowered the bottle she was stunned. Standing at the edge of the clearing was a beautiful mocha skinned female, her vibrant yellow and red outfit stood out in stark contrast to the rest of the forest around them.
The outfit resembled a sari if her recollection of the discovery channel was anything to go on. It was beautiful and helped to accentuate her hourglass figure, but as striking as the garment was, the face of it's owner was even more so.
Her light mocha skin seemed to almost glow and it was picturesque, almost other worldly. Her face was like that of fashion model's. She mentally thought about her outfit, a simple pair of jeans and long sleeved shirt, and felt a little self conscious which caused a blush to bloom on her cheeks.
A smile crept onto the perfect face across from her and her pearl white teeth stood in sharp contrast to her delicate looking skin. Equally as striking were her eyes, a brilliant crimson red and it was like looking into the eyes of predator.
She shivered and briefly closed her eyes.
There was a whoosh sound followed swiftly by a breeze, then she was there, less than three feet from her was this other worldly creature that she could not seem to look away from. Time had slowed down and she had not been the one to cause it, not that she was anywhere near that powerful.
"Hello, my Daana." Spoke the red eyed female in a sensual tone, it sounded almost like a purr to her ears. The words hung in the air until she realized that she had been greeted.
"Umm, hi. I mean hello." Her mind finally coming out of the distraction that was the female's looks. "Who… who are you?"
"Please forgive our informality; We are Payusha Chera-Ay, first crowned princess of the Chera Ay Dynasty," spoke the red eyed girl then she bowed. Only then did the realization of the intricate work of her outfit come to life, a shapely leg briefly made an appearance as she bowed. Then there was the jewelry she was wearing, some of it gems were as big as a quarter. It had to be costume. "And may We have the momentous pleasure of knowing your name as well?" Her sentences were not normal, it was like she was speaking like she was from a different, older century, and she was using the royal We a lot. This made her look around the clearing but no one else was there. They were completely alone.
"Angela. You can call me Angela." A great smile spread across Payusha's face.
"Truly your name was aptly chosen, for you are every bit the angel that your name implies you are." This was getting awkward. In an instant she was smiling and sitting beside Angela. Payusha was sitting to her left and snaking her arm through Angela's arm. There was a kind of electricity to her touch but even still Angela tried to pull away. The whole situation was getting out of control. How had she moved so fast, and what was with the red eyes?
"What is a Daana," She looked down at her left hand as Payusha's colder one joined their palms together. There was something about that touch that caused Angela to become light headed, her heart sped up and she found herself smiling even as she fought to get out her rational questions. "What are you even doing out here? We're miles from anyone or anywhere."
Where no one can hear you scream,the rational side of her mind said, but that thought met a brick wall as Angela felt the cool and soft application of Payusha's cheek meeting her own. It moved in slow circular motions, and then came the purring.
"You are a Daana, a practitioner of a divine art. We have heard of your kind and even during our reign, many came before my father's court that claimed to be, but they were not you, they were frauds. Never did We chance think We should be gifted with the sight of a true Daana." Angela felt a cool hand turn her to look right into Payusha's eyes. Her ruby red eyes had something predatory about them, but something in them made her never want to look away and she felt as if she were floating. "Much less that she would be our other half."
The words slowly repeated over and over in her head. Her other half.
Something was really wrong here. Angela was going along with this too easily and just touching Payusha was like floating on air, and then it started to really sink in. She was faster than a human, red eyes, strength, and inhumanly beauty.
She wasn't human and the fluttering in Angela's stomach was gone and replaced with lead. Here she was in the middle of nowhere with something that was not human and she was still purring as she nuzzled her face?
"If I'm a Daana as you call it, then what are you?" Angela asked, slowly speaking each word. Payusha furrowed her brow. To Angela it seemed such an unnatural act for someone so perfect, but it didn't last long and she smiled.
"You are so perceptive my Daana, but I should have known that We could not hide anything from you. Nor would We try. We would deny you nothing be it within our power. We are what is known as a Velata." It was Angela's turn to furrow her brow in confusion. Payusha, seeing this, elaborated.
"What is it you call it in your tongue?" She thought for a moment then the crafty smile returned. "Ah yes, in your tongue the closest translation would be vampire."
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Paul would never admit it aloud, since he was not really crazy about being a wolf, but the power and the speed almost compensated for turning him into a monster. It at least made it more bearable. Still, having to give everything up just to protect his tribe was a bit much. It wasn't like he had a choice, after all it was expected of him. He and his brothers would have to give up their aspirations because they had been chosen to protect the tribe.
A growl escaped him as he ran through the forest. It wasn't fair, it was his life. He had his own dreams but instead of focusing on what could be, he was pigeonholed into what the tribe and council and Sam said he had to do.
All because he was a protector,all because of those damn leeches!
Another irritated growl came out of Paul. This train of thought would have continued on but just then he caught an unfamiliar scent.
'Leech! It sure as hell isn't a Cullen.' There was silence for a moment till he heard the other voices, they were quieter but still he heard his brothers. Both Sam and Jake must have been on the far end of the rez.
'Where are you now?' Came Sam's voice, always the slight edge of a command in everything he said.
'Maybe a mile or two from the Swan's house, a little off Pike's Trail.' This was not a common place that the wolves patrolled as it was the long way around the leech's lands and they didn't have the creek separating them so he had to tread carefully.
'It couldn't be far, it's scent is too fresh.' He growled across the shared link.
'Stay where you are, Jake and I are on our way.' He could just barely hear Sam, and he was straining himself mentally to do so. He shrugged it off, and he didn't need back up, what he needed was to quench the burning rage in his stomach. What he needed was to sink his teeth into a leech and tear its head off and that was just what Paul was going to do.
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In the span of an hour Angela had done three unbelievable things. First she had started the tiring process of forging one of her three Simulacrums. A time honored tradition for a Magi and one that many have never been able to perform or they over taxed their mana reserves, tapped their own life force, mana, and burned themselves out. The second was that she found a majestically beautiful girl that claimed she was Angela's other half, a claim that Angela wanted to dispute but found it hard to. And third, she found out that vampires existed and with a little proof, Payusha had proved it to her.
Looking to her left Angela could see a smiling Payusha just outside the circle, the mocha skinned girl watching intently as Angela centered herself with a deep breath as she started the final part of her binding ritual. In a moment, she would be fusing the red ruby and the elegant bracer on her right arm together and in turn making it just as much a part of her as her own skin. Her mana reserves were much better than the average Magi, her grandmother had told her, but still to even consider being able to perform on her level, she would have to forge a Simulacrum to be able to contain such raw power and convert raw Aether to mana.
With a Simulacrum, she could skip the middle man of drawing small amounts from mana allowed from the world at large, and simply process the Aether to mana herself. As a living breath entity, Earth was abundant with raw mana, but now she would not have to rely solely on her mother celestial body for everything, if she didn't kill herself that is.
Clearing her mind, she focused and her sight augmented by the help of her magik and she could see the ambient Aether and mana all around, had she wanted to, but she was focused solely on the gem and the bracer. To her, it was like looking at the sun—it hurt. It burned her eyes and had she been able to focus on the two different tasks, she would have felt the sweat beading on her brow.
She grunted in frustration but never let her sight waver, it was like forcing two magnets together that had opposing forces. The more she magikly pushed the more the pushed back.
The red gem was pulling in ambient Aether while the silver bracer was trying to draw from the gem. It was a paradox, the bracer wanting more but the gem would not give up the precious commodity of mana that it was constantly fabricating. What Angela was doing was creating her own power source that would draw on the world around her ever so slightly, and in turn would allow her to stockpile mana within the gem. This was not natural by any means, this was the laws of the world being bent to her will.
The silver band began to heat as the gem drew ever closer and more of Angela's own mana was required to move the two objects together. It was burning her arm now, but whether it was really burning or just a figment of her imagination she didn't know. The burning in her eyes was worse and the sun had increased in it's intensity.
"More, I need more." She said to herself. At least, she thought she said to herself.
The pressure was beyond anything she had ever felt, it was like a rope that was pulled so tight that it might snap at any moment.
"More… so close," She was growing weaker. Her eyes began to blink away the perspiration falling into her eyes. "more…" She was so close, she had to be. There was nothing in the focus of her mind, no feeling at all. Was she even still trying or had she pushed too hard? Was she dead? It was really bright here.
Then it was over. Angela stood in the clearing, her hand over her bracer, and slowly she pulled her hand away, and there in the center of the rise of the metal was the red, perfectly smooth ruby.
Her eyes fluttered around the world and looked at everything she could. The sun was far removed from its previous position and she could tell that some time must have passed, maybe a few hours. Turning to her right, Payusha stared on, worry evident on her face, something that Angela felt a little bad about.
Closing her eyes and focusing, she could feel the flow of mana and the Aether around her gently being draw in and delivered to her by the bracer, The ambient, magikal effect on the bracer was alive now that it had the fuel from the gem that is needed to function.
"It worked," she whispered as she opened her eyes and was met with sparkling red eyes of Payusha and her award winning smile.
Angela didn't even take a step when exhaustion hit her, but she was instantly cradled in Payusha's arms, gently being lowered to the ground. She felt weak since she had fueled the magik with her own mana and this was the price. It would come back in time after she had something to eat and a good night's rest.
"We were so worried for you, my Daana. But We did as you bid us and refrained from interfering even after you screamed in fury." A cool cheek was soon against Angela's own and she decided that it felt really good. She couldn't walk now as she was far too tired.
But as the saying goes there is no rest for the weary and both girls turned in time to see a large snarling wolf bounding at them. It was the size of a horse and when it was swiftly upon them, it lunged. The world was in slow motion as Payusha turned to face the oncoming beast.
Angela's hand shot towards the wolf, drawing on what little mana she still had in reserve. Payusha was fast and back handing the large wolf several feet away.
Her next move however would prove to be her undoing, she turned to pick up Angela but the wolf recovered far sooner than Payusha expected and would be on them in only a few strides. He was fast but not faster than Angela in this case. In what took the beast time to stand and again lunge at Payusha's now defenseless back, Angela shouted and the mana she had left rushed forward to enact her will upon the unsuspecting wolf.
"Tsaeb won peels" She shouted and all at once her her hand twisted and the large wolf was knocked out cold. She didn't have time to marvel or even see the wolf hit the ground as she was lifted into Payusha's arms and was several meters away from the now sleeping wolf.
Payusha looked befuddled for a moment then realized what the words Angela spoke must have done. She nestled the now sleeping girl in her arms and smiled down at her.
"You saved me." Payusha gently smiled as she lay a soft kiss on Angela's forehead, the result was a soft moan from the new, sleeping Magi. "Sleep now my Daana, I shall watch over you as you rest."
/Notes from the Author/
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So thanks for all the reviews my lovely readers. I hope everyone is enjoying the story, in other news guess who is going to Final Fantasy XIV FanFest in October…. ME! Myself and a friend are going, well I hope they will be going, I might being by myself but still I'm going! Going to be go great and exciting.
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Sorry… Anyway… I had a few question and I'll try and answer any of them her as well PM you guys as you ask them.
Answering the Reviewers
LadyIce5: Bella is only 17, just like she was in the original. (I think thats right for her age.) So Bella will age till she is about 24 or so. Charlie did not have any other children till Bella, let's just get this out of the way.
HopeStreet: Glad you didn't wait and I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well.
Nickaroos: Yeah I really wanted them to worry about what they were. Well Edward more than Bella, Edward has a religious belief that he is damned from the moment the venom his your system. Which I have always found laughable but each to their own I guess. It wasn't till Renesmee that he stopped whining about that. Made a good… make a plot device.
Thanks again for the relationship comment Nickaroos. I really wanted Charlie and Bella to have a better relationship than in the book/movies. The way I imagine there relationship is like something from an 80's movie. 'There is a big fight they both tag team punch someone they for flying off in the distance and the two of them turn around facing the group and just look at each other and fist bump.'
P.S. Kinda surprised that no one has asked are they (Charlie, Bella, Lilim Nephilim etc) just indestructible. Thats a no, There are various family bloodlines(Lilim), Choirs (Angels, Angelic-Nephilim) and Bands(Demons, Demonic-Nephilim).
I'll be honest I was really worried about last chapter turning many people away from the story due to the imagined subject matter or people being offended or that I was using something that was a Taboo. I don't know. I think my version and explanation of this is a bit more simplistic.
I don't intend to delve too deep into history of the races this is Twilight in a world of my own making to a small extent. I'm using it to try and develop my own ideas to one day put them in a story. I have a few short stories out there and submitted for contests etc so we'll see how it's all received.
None of this would be possible though without my editor EstrellaGrace and others helping me out. I may have based the ideas but without them helping me make it all legible, it's just a waste of what might have been.