A/N: It's a record for me. I'm updating within a day of posting! Ha! This should be good. DISCLAIMER: Like I said in my past chapter, the Cullens are some sexy mofo's. Especially Edward. I don't own them. Give a big shout out to Stephanie Meyer for that one.
Chapter One: Of A Vision and Relocation
"Ian…Ian! Wake up you lousy little-" Kris didn't finish because I was up, at the door, with my hand over her mouth.
"I'm tired," I warned her. "This better be good." She gave me a look, it clearly meant this was important to her.
"Just do your thing," she said. I sighed, and unblocked my mind from the thoughts around me, ignoring Jamie's thoughts of her outfit, ignoring Ellie's thoughts focused on her reading, until I was in Kris's mind, seeing what she just saw.
"Some are coming," I said. That much I could see.
"Are you even paying attention to what they look like?" Kris's question made me bring out more of her thoughts. I tried to ignore the useless information she kept thinking about, the fly buzzing downstairs, the light switch being turned on at the house across from us, the car turning onto the road two blocks away, until I saw their faces in her mind.
There were eight of them, beautiful and graceful as all other vampires. I paid attention to their features. The first two I looked at, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"My God," I whispered. They both looked like Ellie. The woman, had the same physical attributes as Ellie…except for the hair. Ellie had hair the same color as the man's. But then it surprised me even more when I saw the man interact…he was so much like Ellie in his actions. It was apparent in just a couple seconds.
"Keep looking," I heard Kris whispered, for now my eyes were shut.
I moved on to the next couple, a huge man, and a drop dead gorgeous woman.
"Jaimie." I whispered this, seeing as the same way I noticed things about the last couple and Ellie, I was seeing the similarities between these two and Jamie.
"You're seeing the big guy right?" Kris asked.
"Yeah," I whispered, "and the woman who is with them."
"They remind you of Jamie."
"Damn right they do…" I paused as I focused on another couple. This time there was another man, he was strong looking also, but not as much as the one before him. The woman, she was the smallest thing I'd ever seen. She was like a pixie, with short cut hair. But yet, just as usual with vampires, she was beautiful, and very, very graceful. "She looks like you Kris."
"I know…it scares the hell out of me…and did you see that guy's hair? It's just like mine! Color and texture!"
"That doesn't happen ever-" I was about to say everyday, but then I started to see the last of the eight. A man and a woman…it felt strange looking at the man. He looked boyish, but he still looked very good looking. Maybe a better description would be to say he looked boyish compared to the ones I saw before him. When I got a better look at him I felt my breath catch in my throat
It was like looking in a mirror. Same cheekbones, same crooked smile, same perfect nose, same way my hair flipped over my, and his, head. The only differences were my eyes, hair color, and lips. As the girl turned around, I went through the same process. My hair had the same chocolate color, and my lips weren't as big and filled as hers, but they were her lips, I could tell.
The only thing I didn't share with either of them, were my eyes. I'll admit, I had the weirdest eyes in the world. While my right one was green, my left one was deep chocolate brown.
"Their eyes are gold…" I said, not bothering to talk about how we resemble at least two of them.
"Probably something with their diet," Kris said. "But what I really want to know, is who the hell they are, and why do we look like we came from the same gene pool."
"Maybe we did?" I suggested, and I got a smack on the head.
"They are vampires you idiot. They are old ones by the look of it too, except for that brunette that was with the boyish looking guy. Other than that, we'd be too far away in generations to look this much like them. And how big of a coincidence would it be for us to know each other, for them to know each other, and for us to be related?"
"A big one…but it's even weirder if we weren't related, and we still looked this much like them," I told her, opening my eyes. I got Kris's annoyed face, "Look." I said, "This is weird, but when we meet them, why don't we ask?"
"If they are coming here," she responded.
"Don't tell me you saw what I hoped you wouldn't."
"That Dawson boy, you know him? You sit next to him in English. Anyway, he's big on the whole myth and legend thing."
"We're relocating again?" This time, it wasn't me or Kris, it was Jamie, coming up in all her curly brown hair, perfect body glory.
"Of course we are, I told you he wasn't going to ignore us when he's that big on folk lore." Ellie came out of her study, her glasses perched high on her nose.
"When?" Kris asked.
"How would I know?" I responded. "I only got told just now."
"Better get researching then, I did it last time." Jamie said, already about to walk back to her room.
"You're helping," I told her, "remember the deal?"
"You aren't still going on about that."
"He sure is…and by the looks of it we have someone to meet. What were you guys talking about?" Ellie looked from me to Kris. Jamie just ignored us, because she knew we weren't going to tell. Kris and I always had our secrets, and we kept them to ourselves.
"I don't think we're meant to find them," was all I said. I then walked back into my room. Kris followed me, saying something to Ellie,
"Trust me L, you wouldn't want to know the full story…" Ellie sighed in response, and walked back into her room.
Kris shut my bedroom door behind her, and turned on my stereo to random. It picked out a song I liked by The Weepies.
Grey, quiet and tired and mean. Picking at a worried seam. I try to make ya mad at me, o'er the phone. Red eyes and fire and signs. Taken by a nursery rhyme. I want to make a ray o' sunshine and ne'er leave home.
I hummed the lyrics as I heard Kris get my laptop out and start to search the web for rainy places. We never knew when we would change, best to be safe.
No amount o' coffee, no amount cryin', no amount o' whiskey, no amount of wine. No, no, no, no, no, nothing else will do. I gotta 'ave you, I've gotta have you.
"Some place in Indiana?" Kris asked.
"No," I said in tune with the notes, then I stopped singing, "we were already there and Ellie and I scored top of the state. We can't relocate there."
"Oh, yeah. You're right. Wasn't that in like, eighth grade?"
I shrugged.
The road gets cold, there's no spring, in the middle this year. N' I'm the new ckicken, clucking open hearts n' ears. Oh, such a prima donna, sorry for myself. But, green, it is alos summer, n' I won't be warm, till I'm lying in your arms.
"Remember when we actually found this song and you like went nuts?" Kris asked out of nowhere, I laughed.
"Yeah, but hey, we wouldn't have found most of the good things without it, right?"
"Yeah, The Scene Aesthetic too."
I see it all thru' a telescope: guitar, suitcase, n' a warm coat, lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune…
"Hmm…"
"What?" I asked her, sounded like she was on to something?
How does a place in Washington state sound? She asked in her mind.
"All depends on where," I told her, "please don't say Seattle."
No, no. I'm talking much more remote, and really rainy.
"Where?"
Forks.
No amount o' coffee, no amount o' cryin', no amount o' whiskey…no wine. No, no, no, no, no, nothing else will do. I gotta have you, I've gotta have,
No amount o' coffee, no amount o' cryin', no amount o' whiskey, no amount o' whine. I gotta have you, I've gotta have you.
"Perfect," I whispered, "I've never heard of it."
I've gotta have you.
I've gotta have you.
I've gotta have you.
A/N: Okay, okay. Well, one thing, I just like the song. You should look it up! And secondly, I got three reviews on just one chapter within a day of posting. I'm so wonderfully happy! Keep up the reviews! Also, the song has nothing to say between the relationship of Ian and Kris. They are just really really close. They are NOT in love. The song is just utterly grand, and hits me as a song that Ian would listen to. He would listen to a lot of things.
Also, I would like to say, that the lyrics, I wrote myself while listening to the song, the girl who sings it has an accent, so I tried my best to portray that in my lyrics. I do not, however, usually type with accents.
The last thing I have to tell you is a little warning. I am a writer, of normal books. And since I want the book to be perfect, I'm trying out in a fanfiction. This fanfiction. Just the plot, none of the characters. So in about 7 years, if you pick up a book and read it, and you're like, "Hey, I remember reading a fanfiction like this…" Yes, there is a reason.
