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Previously in Unbiased:
I faintly remember a conversation with an old friend of mine about someone I haven't seen for a few centuries and where he resides. I decide to make a visit to Forks, Washington. It has been 300 years since I have seen Carlisle. 300 years since I have seen my brother.
My name is Vailissia Casile Cullen and I am a 390 year old vampire.
Chapter two: Meeting the family man.
A few years after my transformation, I learned something useful about vampirism. Becoming a vampire, you have a shot at gaining some form of ability. When I was human, I was quick and stealthy and could practically appear out of thin air. As a vampire, I can teleport to any location I set my mind to. I picture a meadow that I once visited while in Forks and suddenly I am standing in a field of yellow and purple flowers. The sun is actually shining for once and my skin is glistening like a damn rainbow, its facets glittering off the dew drops sprinkled on the leaves of the flowers and trees. I pause and sniff the air for anything out of place. I catch a scent of lilac and sprint after it. I know a vampires scent when I smell one. As I'm running I think back to the family I had before I turned.
My father was a forceful man, sitting behind the line of the ignorantly doomed fools who hoped to stamp out the vampires from existence. When I transformed, I knew I needed to disappear or my father would find me and burn me, if he could catch me. I kept tabs on him though, monitoring his safety and later, when he was born, Carlisle's safety. When I disappeared, my father guessed at the reason and took his vengeance out on the people, burning anyone who had even a shadow of a doubt cast on them. He kept me a secret from my brother, turning Carlisle into a compassionate man without a need for blood. It's one of the only things I admired about my father; he kept his pain to himself instead of unleashing the load onto others. When he passed, Carlisle took over for him. I was surprised at how observant he was, how strong willed and faithful he was to his work and religion. He found a real nest of vampires hiding in the London sewers, but was dumb enough to think that his followers stood a chance. They severely underestimated vampire strength and speed. When I saw Carlisle in the jaws of another vampire I quickly intervened and when the humans approached they went after him and left Carlisle with me. I picked my brother up and moved him to safety. I knew what the humans would do to him, I knew what the vampires would do, but I also knew what Carlisle would do. I was selfish enough to risk everything in order to have him be like me, selfish enough to risk his wrath because I needed him. I needed family in the one life where true family is a rare bond to share.
I snapped out of my train of thought when I approached a large house with glass walls and the scent of multiple different vampires floating around it. Carlisle lives in a coven? I listened inside briefly and found the house was empty or multiple somebodies weren't moving or breathing. Well, it's my brother's house, so I opened the front door without knocking, darted toward the closest couch, and took a seat. They'll find me eventually. I hear a flitter rushing down the stairs, so I turn slightly and see a woman standing behind me. She is small, with long dark hair. Her kind eyes are narrowed slightly, probably wondering who the hell I am and why I'm on her couch.
"Well, hello sunshine, what's your name?" I smile in greeting, hoping to put her at ease with some of my sarcastic flair. It doesn't but she opens up a bit, which is a start. Vampires can really be stubborn pricks sometimes.
"Esme."
Well, isn't she a talker? I sigh dramatically and look at her expectantly.
"How about you sit here until my husband comes back home with our kids?" She asks politely. She is probably southern. Nobody else is ok with strangers just marching into their homes. I give her a polite nod and sit back into the couch. It's fluffy but honestly, granite is just as comfortable. Not that it matters, 'no sleep for the wicked'.
"Who is your husband?"
"His name is Carlisle; he will be home soon with my sons and daughters, Emmett, Jasper, Edward, Alice and Rosalie." Damn. Carlisle, the vampire family man. Which leads me to understanding this kind vampire here is my sister-in-law.
"Is there any rules I should know about? No feet on the table? No killing the family pet humans? What?" I bat my eyes at her innocently. She grins, enjoying the sarcasm I believe.
"Just no feeding in town, this is our permanent residence, I'd rather not move anytime soon." Makes sense, humans are obtuse but sometimes they can catch on quickly. The front door opens and my brother walks over to his wife and chastely kisses her on the lips. He is followed in by the 'march of the ducklings' that are his children. He looks curiously at me, as do his adoptive family. I guess its story time.
"Hello everyone, my name is Vailissia Cullen." Jaws drop as every looks at Carlisle, who in turn, has a slow grin creeping up his face. "I take it you are piecing it together then, little brother?"
