Authors Notes: So here is the second chapter. I really hope everyone enjoys it. If you do tell me why. If not tell me how I can fix it.
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight; I own this ^^ Embracing The Beast© :P
Crimson's Point of View:
Upon hearing my name leave his mouth I began crying. I ran the short distance up to him and my mother and he hugged me to him.
"I never thought I would see you again Crimson." he said trying to be a man and fight back the tears.
We stood there in each others arms for a couple of minutes before he began to pull away. Instantly a million emotions raced across his face. Anger, excitement, wonder, sadness, joy, I loss track of all the emotions after a while.
"Here come in." he said.
The inside of the house was the complete opposite of the outside. The floors alternated from cherry oak to a dark red or blue carpet. The walls too alternated between black tile for the kitchen and dark purple paint for the rooms without wooden walls which had a mahogany look to them. There were various paintings of various subjects quite likely Maverick at a younger age. A number of them looked life-like.
"I see you looking at the pictures Crimson." my mom said which caused me to face her wide-eyed and scared for a second before I saw her teasing face which relaxed me into an irritated stance. "Oh calm down."
"Your mother painted them when we first met." I heard my father say. I turned to him and saw him standing by the most life-like one of them all.
"She painted this?" I asked. "They look so real."
"She has always been adept in painting." he said and turned to her causing her to blush.
"Well I was just about to fix dinner are you two hungry?" he asked.
"I'm starving!" my mom exclaims. "Having to drive 4 hours non stop will wear you out. This boy here was of no help though."
"Mom!" I complain. "You know I can't drive yet!"
"I meant company wise you big baby!" she joked.
Ignoring her I walk outside and shut the door.
"He'll be fine don't worry. He's always a drama queen." I hear her say right after I shut the door but I decide not to pursue it.
I walk over to Max still trying to figure out how he is 19 years old and still acting like he is 6. He walks away every time I try to get near so I decide to sit down and let him come to me. He approaches after a few minutes of looking at me. He sniffs my hand and he plops down right beside me. Then he moves his head towards me inviting me to pet him.
I sit there for a while just petting him before I allow my self time to think. All of my thoughts for today come racing in at a hundred miles an hour. 'Is my dad going to like the real me? Where will I go to school? Will things there be like they were back at my old school? Why did my mom, after all these years avoiding the subject of my father, decide to move us back in with him. What did she mean when she said I might be needing him soon?' All of these questions and dozens of others started fogging up my brain. I lay down trying to clear away the fog and fell asleep in the process.
Aura's Point of View:
"So he's 17 now?" Maverick asked
"Yeah and I'm worried his time may be coming soon." I replied gazing into his eyes.
"Why did you leave? We could have raised him together." he said solemnly.
"Because, I didn't want this for him. I just wanted him to be normal but that never worked people were always afraid to get near him. You know he never had a single friend, and if he did they didn't last 24 hours." I said thinking back on all the times Crimson cried himself to sleep at night.
"It was bound to happen. Nobody outside of who we are likes us. We're all hated." he said with a depressed tone. "He could have had all the love he needed here if you had stayed."
"I know and I am terribly sorry. I just hoped..." I said trailing off.
"We'll help him through this time. He's going to realize somethings not right soon." he said knowingly.
"I know Maverick, but I already think he has the suspicion." I say remembering the time Crimson asked me why wasn't he like the rest of the kids.
"Tomorrow is his 18th birthday. We should tell him then." Maverick suggested and I agreed. "Come on let's fix supper."
Crimson's Point of View:
I woke up to my mother's face.
"Sleepy?" she asked.
"Not really I just got a headache and and decided to lay down. Guess I fell asleep." I said laughing at myself.
"Well come on dinners ready." she said smiling.
We all ate in comfortable silence. Until my father decided to ask a few questions.
"So Crimson, what do you do in your spare time?" he asked.
I knew it. I knew this time was coming from the second I heard we were moving in.
"Uhh... not much really. I read a lot, and I mean a lot." I said worried as to what he reaction would be.
"Oh that's good reading really strengthens the brain." he said as he gave me a comforting smile.
I was practically radiating with joy. I wasn't going to have to pretend to be someone I'm not.
After dinner I asked where I would be sleeping. My dad told me to gather my things, which wasn't a lot, then walked me up to the second floor of the house which was just as impressive. He walked me to the largest of the quest rooms which had it's on bathroom.
"This will be your room. My room is right down the hall." he informed me. "Yell if you need anything okay?"
"Okay, thanks dad." I said and for a brief moment joy crossed his face before he walked away.
I set all of my things on the ground by the door. I surveyed the room finding it to be bigger than the one I had back in Seattle. I pulled out the bed sheets from back home, took of the sheets on the bed here and remade the bed with the new sheets. I put all my clothes in the drawer provided and all the bathroom items in their place before sleepy as hell I climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
Aura's Point of View:
"So Maverick we tell him today?" I ask confirming what we both already knew.
"Yeah today he will know. Did you bring anything for his birthday?" he asked.
"No. He hates birthdays." she said. "Why you ask? I haven't the slightest clue. All I know is when I through him his third birthday party he refused to talk to me for a week. Condemning me as if I did something on purpose. I still don't know what I did."
"That's... odd." Maverick said puzzled.
It was then I heard his door shut and his feet walking across the wooden floor upstairs. Then his footsteps were heard on the stairs. When his head poked around he saw us sitting on the couch waiting for him.
"Crimson." I call him over. "We need to talk."
Crimson's Point of View:
She called me over to the couch on which she and my father were sitting.
'I wonder what they want to talk about?' I ask myself.
I walk over to them and sit in the chair opposite of them.
"Crimson your old enough to know now I haven't told you everything." my mom began. "You know how you always cried to me asking why you were never like the other boys and girls. Well the reason why is because your not. You are something far more fascinating."
"Mom your freaking me out here. What are you talking about?" I ask scared.
She was clearly at war with herself, but she finally one.
"Crim..." she said. "You're not fully human. Your father is a vampire, and technically your only 5 years old. You just look 18."
Authors Notes: So what did you think ^o^ to much plot twist or was it plain to see?