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Previously in Unbiased:
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?"
Chapter 3: The Power of the Ancients.
"Carlisle, what does she mean? Who is she?" The big macho one grumbles. His voice is like velvet covered steel dipped in honey, sweet, soft and dangerous. Mmm, what a panty dropper. The blonde female glides closer to him, giving me the 'back the hell off' stare, making me smirk.
"She means that Carlisle has an older sister from his human life that none of us knew about. She prefers to be called Vail and she was turned before Carlisle was born." Gorgeous and… intuitive? The one who spoke has reddish brown hair, swept up from running. He is attractive, tall, lean, but with defined muscles lacing his arms. What is stranger than him answering for me, is that I feel this buzzing in my head. It feels like a fly got in and is flying around, touching, prodding. I glance up at Mr. HotAsFuck, meeting his eyes and asking a stupid question.
Can you hear my thoughts? I feel like a dumbass for asking. Then he nods. Well shit. That explains the weird feeling, but to save myself from further embarrassment I close access to some of my mind, so he cannot read some of the thoughts that pass through my head. It's a cool perk from the teleportation thing.
He gives me a strange look, mixed between curiosity and frustration. I give him my sauciest grin and turn back to my brother. My assessment of everyone and my brief conversation with Mr. HotAsFuck lasted a brief second.
"So little brother, I left you to your bearings and new life 300 years ago and I come back to see you in a coven with a mind reader for an adoptive son. What the hell?" I laugh, it's so classically Carlisle. He darts a quick glance at hottie and looks back to me.
"I never knew I had existing family, so I created one myself. The "Mind Reader" is Edward, this here is Emmett." He brought forward my new favorite eye-candy. Blondie looks like she wants to laugh as I burn. "The blonde at his side is his mate, Rosalie." How lovely. "You've met my wife, Esme, behind her is Alice." She is so tiny, but very aware. At least I thought so until her eyes went out of focus and she snapped back. A male was close to her, crouching slightly, defensive, protecting her. My first reaction? What the hell happened to your face kid? He has scars over scars; they crisscross over each other like a fatal dance. "The man next to Alice is her mate Jasper." He seemed familiar, but obviously, due to my reaction, I knew I've never met him up close. Thank god. He screamed psychopath. He reminded me of a woman I once met, Maria, dangerous. DING DING DING, we have a winner.
Looking at Jasper I voice my conclusion out loud, "You are from the Southern Wars." He is taken aback, not expecting me to know him.
"Yes, ma'am." He has a slight southern accept, yummy. "Major Jasper Whitlock."
"Yes, Maria told me all about you, your strengths, your weaknesses, and your talent." Amazingly agile and fast, lacks control in the dinner field, but controls emotions. Jasper raises his eyebrow, shocked to know I know Maria, but not happy about it apparently. She is a nutter, I'll give him that.
"So, let us see if I can't summarize. Edward is a mind reader, Emmett is eye-candy, "The flower is hissing at me. " Rosalie is the one who needs some self-control," another hiss. "Alice is the dainty one who looks like she is having visions or something and Jasper controls emotions." I wait expectantly. Everyone is just staring at me, I guess not used to the brutal honesty.
Carlisle clears his throat, not that he needs to, "Alice sees visions of the future and you can't blame Rose for her reactions." Such a diplomat. Rose needs a good bitch slap. I've always hated flowers, they remind me of funerals. I'm more intrigued with the future aspect.
"Is it cement or abstract?"
"They are abstract, when people change plans the visions change, but if they stay set on a course it will eventually happen." With that Alice cast a weary glance towards Mr. HotAsFuck who now looks like he swallowed something disgusting. "For example, I didn't see you coming until you made the decision to come. I thought my vision was messing with me because not even five minutes after you made the decision, you ended up here?" She sounded confused enough to end it in a question.
"I teleport." It's so second nature to me, so it isn't nearly as big of a deal to me as it is to them. Carlisle's eyes are wide, while everyone is just staring at me. A freak among freaks, but I guess next to Alice, I'm pretty normal.
"I can take people with me as long as you touch any portion of my body," I wiggle my eyebrows at the big guy, "and as long as I make a conscious effort to bring you along. If I don't want you coming with me, you won't." The Flower rolls her eyes; I think she is getting bored of me. She will learn, eventually. Edward (a.k.a: Mr. HotAsFuck) looks over at me, his eyebrow raised, "Why can't I hear your thoughts?"
"Because I didn't want you to, it is part of the perks of being the most gorgeous and the most talented." Their golden eyes were starting to freak me out. They weren't contacts, I would be able to see the scratched surface if they were. I was stumped.
"What's with the weird eyes?" I hated having to ask. I am a vampire, an old one, I should just know.
"We consider ourselves vegetarians. While you drink the blood of humans, we stay strictly on a diet of animal blood. It makes us more civilized." I should just stick to calling him Classic Carlisle. 350 years after his transformation and he still clung to his humanity. Casting a curious glace over his family (my family) I felt a swell of pride. They changed themselves, turned against their nature, all because of Carlisle. Maybe one day, I will do the same. After all, what are sisters for?
