Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or characters, Stephenie Meyer does. I own plot and extra characters.
I spoke to Sam over the phone twice more before we left New York, neither time did I brig up the subject of his royalty. The parting between my family and myself was…disturbing, from my sister cried profusely all over my shirt…and my brother—let's just say he had this idea in his mind that I was younger then he and so he needed to be the man.
"Where are you going?" He'd asked our last day at school.
"Away," I'd answered simply.
He'd growled angrily and snarled something that sounded like 'Damn stubborn werewolves…assholes all of them.'
"Excuse me?" I'd spoken softly and dangerously. His eyes had gone wide in fear but he'd controlled it. "Do you want to say that again, only louder?"
"I'm your brother." He'd shouted, causing people to stare at us. "I deserve to fucking know where your going!"
"Shut up!" I'd yelled. "I'm older than you!"
"Tell me!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"Were going to Scotland and then Romania," Marcus had said cutting in on our shouting.
"Marcus! You bastard!" I'd said angry at him then.
"Thank you," Richard had said joyously.
"Men!" I'd growled and stomped off to my locker. I'd just opened it when sobbing wails came from behind me.
"Y-you're leaving!" My sister had wailed throwing herself at my back.
"Uhh…" I'd stuttered not at all schooled with the family and hugs thing. "Scarlet?" I'd questioned her. "I-I'm uh…coming back you know…" Kill me now! I'd silently pleaded.
"B-but that will be like forever!" She'd sobbed harder and then buried her face into my throat, marring my pristine white shirt with her salty tear stains.
"Babe, your ruining my shirt." I'd said slightly piqued, it had been then I'd noticed we'd gathered a crowd. Ahh…fu-uck! I thought desperately. "Scarlet!" I'd told her sternly grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her back at arms length. "Suck it up! You're not a fucking baby!" Oh man I'd been so annoyed I don't think I'd paid any attention to her feelings.
"Y-you bitch!" She'd shouted at me wrenching out of my arms. "Do you not care that your family care that you're leaving?" She'd screeched at me so loudly that I think if I were human—wait no even as a werewolf—my eardrums would have blown.
"You know what?" I'd snarled back, visibly shaking but controlling my self so as I wouldn't have phased. "I can't deal with this shit now!" I'd grabbed my back pack out of my locker, slammed it closed, and then stomped off towards my pack.
"I hate you!" I'd heard my sister shout at me, causing the watching students to gasp in shock.
"You know you love me!" I'd called back and then left my family behind in a religious school located in the center of New York.
"Bella?" someone was calling my name. "Bella? Hey where'd you go?" I blinked my eyes concentrating back on the present to notice that Nathaniel was waving his hand in front of my face.
"Oohh…" I said. "Hey, what's up?" I liked Nathan…a lot. He was cute, gorgeous, and absolutely perfect for Rufus. His white gold hair was hanging in front of his crystal blue eyes, and his lean, yet sexy, body was clad in a pair of light wash holy jeans, dark blue and white striped v' neck shirt and cherry red vans. It was shocking to see him in such attire, I only ever saw him in his school uniform.
He noticed my staring and blushed. "Sorry…" I said embarrassed.
"No, big… but the planes loading soon, about five minutes." He smiled and I couldn't help but be enchanted.
I looked around me to notice that all the people in the area were gathering their on board bags and getting ready to load. "We're first class right?" I asked.
"Of course." He said, smiling that devastatingly cute smile again.
"I stood up, pushing down the pencil type skirt on my Miki de Vici European blue sundress, the dress was gorgeously paired with my flat, silver colored ankle boots. The outfit fit my frame perfectly, not too tight, but not too loose either. The bodice was a heart shaped halter; the ends of the dress' skirt flittered out and turned to a lighter shade of blue, almost like ice.
"Jeeze Bella!" Nathan whispered. "All you did was stand up and everyone's' eyes zeroed in on you in an instant.
"I didn't do it intentionally…" I whispered to him, and then kissed his cheek and walked towards the boarding line just as the attendant called for first class tickets.
2 days later…
We were exiting the plane and my ass felt like it had needles poking at it. "Fuck me…" I groaned into the arm Marcus had wrapped around my shoulders.
"Poor, poor, Bella!" Marcus joked. "Now you know how we feel when you order us around."
"I'm a needle in your ass?" I question him dangerously.
"Of course you are babe." He said smiling mischievously at me and then pulling me along with him to the baggage claim. "You know it's supposed to be chilly?" He questioned.
"Uh…I don't feel the cold?" I answered back questioningly.
"We know that Bella," Rufus said coming up behind us, Nathan's hand clasped in his. "But Nathan grabbed you a change of clothes so you'd look normal."
"I'm not normal?" I growled.
"Of course you are!" Nathan said, hitting Rufus on the back of his head and extracting a leather backpack off his shoulder. His carry on bag.
"The clothes are in here." He said. "I just figured you could wear the shoes you already have on. Besides." He said smiling to ease the sting of his words--then set a grey wool pea coat in my arms along with the bag-- "You look great in anything…including rags."
"God I love you!" I told him smiling, kissed his cheek and then stomped towards the bathroom.
I threw on the clothes quickly…black skinny jeans, a red and white scribbled long sleeve shirt and then threw on the coat. Nathan was right, I said in my mind as I stared at myself in the mirror. I did look good in anything.
We'd purchased a few expensive European vehicles at one of the car dealerships near the airport…and it had been surprising to find that Marcus actually new Gaelic, so the language issue was good to go, but for the most part the Scottish people also spoke English so that was Okay too.
"Where are we going?" Rufus asked from the backseat of the vehicle, his arm latching on to the seatbelt as I made a sharp turn, my speed still increasing even though I was in a foreign country, driving on the opposite side of the road, and on the opposite side of the car.
"Stupid question." I told him.
"Really?" He asked piqued. The scenery flew past us in intricate shades of green. The moors looked dank and the wind whipped the car like a swatter to a fly. "How was it stupid?"
"We've gone over this Rufus," I told him irritated, swinging the car around a curve just missing an on coming car. I sighed and sped up a bit more, while taking a swig from the bottle of orange juice I'd purchased at a desolate gas station we'd passed hours earlier, and then taking a bite out of the Twinkie I held in my other hand while driving dangerously with my knee. "We've talked about what would happen once we got to Scotland."
"Which is…?" He asked.
"Damn you…" I mumbled, speeding up even further on the narrow road.
"Do you know exactly where we are?" Nathan asked.
"Duhh!" I yelled. "There's a fucking GPS right on the fucking dashboard. Can you not here it telling me the fucking directions?"
"Use the 'f' bomb…" Nathan snickered.
"Turn left here." Announced the annoying voice from the GPS system. I followed the voices orders, turning sharply barely missing the turn. I laughed as I saw the other cars accidentally skip the turn. "Idiots," I mumbled.
"Destination point five miles ahead." I growled annoyed once again with the voice. There was a large town fast approaching us as I drove at the dangerous pace. I knew I should slow, the sign did say 25 mph…but I couldn't help it.
Welcome to Wolf Wood
Population: 10,792
"Well then…" I murmured, "That isn't obvious at all."
The town or city was quite cute, I had to admit it. The buildings were all synchronized in style and coloring, but they were larger than I thought they would be. Taller but not much taller buildings were perched here and there with business labels plastered across the tops. I saw a large glass building with 'THE HYATT' labeled on it in big red letters. "Thank God!" I exclaimed, a fucking hotel, I thought pulling in sharply and parking my car, the others followed simultaneously behind me.
I stepped out of the vehicle and the cool Scottish wind hit me hard. "Whoa!" I laughed, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
"Marcus, Daniel," I called. "Come with me to check in."
"Of course your greatness," They both said bowing low.
"Come along peasants." I said in a queenly tone and then laughed.
They followed behind me as I walked towards the hotel. I pushed the glass doors open and was instantly transported into the world of high society. Business men were perched in chairs in what could on be the common room, their bodies adorned in three piece suits. The wives—I assume they were the wives—were sitting on the opposite side of the room, their bodies fashioned in raw silk and peals.
The scent of werewolf was so strong that I nearly gagged. There had been a buzzing noise when I had pushed open the door, so now everyone was blatantly staring at us. I walked forward, my tread soft, my movements so sharp that I thought I could cut something.
"Can I help you?" The young teen boy behind the desk asked. He was tall and smelled like a werewolf, his hair looked dyed black and he had piercings in his face.
"Didn't think they hired emos…" Marcus grumbled. I turned my head sharply to him, but he just laughed. The boy growled and I snapped at him; "Be quiet." Instantly he obeyed and there was a large gasp from the people in the common room.
"I need ten rooms max, five if you don't have ten."
"Of course," He murmured, quickly doing my bidding. "Your name?" He asked.
"Swan." I answered.
"Full name miss," He said politely.
"Bella Swan."
"Why does that sound familiar?" The boy mumbled but typed it in none the less. "Here you go," He finally said minutes later handing them their keys. "Anything else I can help you with."
"Yea," Marcus grumbled obnoxiously. "You can tell us where the fuck we can find Sam Uley."
Whoa! Wasn't that awesome... kind of short though right? So... I'm totally hooked on harry potter fan fiction now...and I'm thinking about righting one. I'm going to give you guys the summary...and then maybe tell me if you like it, not that you have to!
Summary for Harry Potter Fan Fiction
It's been 5 years since the battle against Voldamort, and things have changed. Hermione is no longer the ugly know-it-all, Ron no longer the perfect best friend, and Harry is no longer 'The One'. But something happened to Hermione on that fateful battle long ago. She was changed into a vampire, and now she's a slave to the darkness. She's been requested to work at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry under the post of DFADA (DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS) everyones shocked excepter her...but when she meets up with her old palls again will they notice the changer or will they go on thinking of her as the girl from long ago...and why does she have this terrible attraction for 'The Boy Who Lived'?