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AN: Hey. Starting from this chapter on, it will be in Edward's first person point of view, unless stated otherwise.
From Chapter Two:
Edward sat at his piano stoically, still unable to play the music in his brain. Just as he was about to touch his index finger to the keys, he heard a knock at the front door.
Chapter Three: Venus
My head sharply twisted towards the area where the front door was situated. I could hear her breathing and it was labored. Horribly so, in fact I would bet the girl was crying. At vampire speed I approached the front door. I stood for a minute thinking about all of the possibilities this girl could bring. Jasper was next to arrive at the door, probably feeling Isabella's emotions. Then Carlisle. I quickly whispered for everyone else to stay away. I was almost surprised that Alice wasn't fighting to be in front for when Isabella arrived. I looked at everyone one last time before opening the door.
As I swung it open, it felt as if something flew over us all. Some kind of warmth, a bitter warmth. Magic. It was a heady feeling. Only the feeling was accompanied by an image. Of Isabella Swan kneeling with her head bowed. I would have turned to Carlisle to say something like, "See! She was doing this kind of submission thing during our class together." I might have done that if not for something that took my breath away, took all of our breaths away.
There Isabella was, in the overalls she had worn to school, only they were unbuckled, hanging around her waist. Her tank top was tight, and I wasn't about to figure out the mechanics of it, but there were wings coming from behind Isabella Swans bowing head. They were probably three feet long, matching the skin colors of her shoulders from earlier that day. Shimmering silver and turquoise a the edges, even exuding light faintly. They were bright as if there was sun rays shining down on them, but there was only rain. Her braid was messier then it had been before which was hard to believe. So loose it looked like a collection of beautiful knots and curls.
It was then that Edward heard her thoughts for the first time.
Please don't tear off my wings, please don't tear off my wings, please don't tear off my wings...
All of us standing at the door let out a collective gasp. Holy shit...
"Isabella Swan. Please stand up." Carlisle ordered in his most compassionate voice.
She raised her eyes slowly, fearfully. Her breathing was still labored. Beautiful, I thought instantly. What is she? Where did she come from?
I took a step back as she moved to stand. Even though we were already four feet apart, I wanted to give her room. Her wings fluttered slightly, in trepidation. She moved to hold the bottoms of her overalls while she stood so they would not fall from her hips. I noticed quickly, because her tank top was riding up that she had the same skin color from her shoulders on her hips. It was so beautiful I could almost die. If I were not already dead. I quickly scanned Carlisle and Jasper's thoughts. Their thoughts were similar. They were beside themselves.
Holy...shit. She's beautiful. Just like Alice's scars...
A fairy...I haven't met one since the seventeen hundreds...
I quickly turned to Carlisle as his thought were steadily more alarming. I would wait to question him more later.
"Isabella, feel free to put your wings away." Carlisle rushed out, as if he was stupid to forget to say something. His thoughts were rapid fire, I could barely keep up.
"If it makes you comfortable I would like to invite you in. None of us will harm you. You have my word."
She looked at all three of us quickly in rapid succession. She looked panicked beyond belief. Her wings were now fluttering constantly making the most beautiful noises. Isabella was uncomfortable, that was obvious.
"If it pleases you sir." She bowed her head and allowed her wings to dematerialize in front of us. Magic. That's all this could be.
Jasper stepped back quickly making room, but I stood still in shock.
"Move back brother." Jasper whispered grabbing my shoulder.
He pulled me back quickly and I realized that we were not all alone anymore. Rosalie and Emmett were standing about five feet behind Jasper and me with the same shell shocked expression as me.
Isabella Swan entered the house then, still holding up her overalls. She was flinching a bit.
"Isabella, would you like to talk in the living room. I think there's a bit to talk about, don't you?"
"Sir." She said by way of agreement.
Carlisle led us all into the living room, and everything was silent for a moment. I could tell that Isabella's skin was moving. I think she wanted her wings out. She looked at me after that thought with an accusing stare, but then immediately look downwards, almost looking ashamed. We all sat down carefully. As if we were all about to sit on egg shells. It was awkward.
"May I speak freely?" She asked quietly.
"Of course Isabella. You are free when you are here. I assume you do not have an owner?"
Owner?
"No I have been free for almost two centuries." She whispered proudly.
"That is wonderful." Carlisle smiled. "If you don't already know my name is Carlisle Cullen. This is Edward," He pointed at me and then my siblings, "And Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett."
"Jasper...may I speak freely? I see your scars, you are more valuable then I, may I speak freely, sir?" She bowed her head to him.
Jasper's face was like a fish out of water. Not only did people besides vampire's ever notice his scars, but he probably, like the rest of us did not understand Isabella's ranting.
She see's Jasper as the one in charge because he physically the most intimidating... She thinks hes physically the most powerful...Poor Emmett. She still feels like a slave. Carlisle thought quickly.
"M'ame...you can speak when ever you like, I am not in charge of you Darlin'..." He said quickly.
"You are free to speak however you like..." He continued, "you could curse and everything."
"Thank you." She nodded.
"Why have you called me here, Sir?" She asked Carlisle. "I have nothing to give you. My powers are waning. I have lost my sister. She is all I seek and I have been searching for almost ninety years."
Rosalie's thoughts boomed into my own instantly. Empathy for Isabella was instantly replaced by the wonder and almost annoyance she had felt even moments before.
"I do not want anything from you, Isabella. And please...call me Carlisle...We were not aware until moments ago that you were a fairy. In fact, I am almost sure I am the only one here that perhaps even knows of your races existence. Vampires were bound years ago, by Volturi, not to speak or think of your race since your assumed extinction. Vampires born after 1790 know not of your existence. I would like to tell you Isabella Swan, that we are no threat to you. You are welcome here and we will gladly protect you for free. Are you hiding while you search...for your long lost sister?"
She looked around at us, her heart finally reaching a calmer rate and smiled. And her smile...it blew me out of the water. It was gleaming, relieved, and proud all in one. It was wide as her plum lips stretched to accommodate her pearly teeth.
"Yes. My sister, Mary. She was born in late 1884 She is a winter fairy. I only spent a few years with her. Our family was always on the run, going to separate places to keep safe. Our parents and brother were slaughtered by the Volturi in 1916 and we were separated. She was grieving, her baby had been snatched by vampires in 1912. I have been searching for her ever since. Whether it's known or not, there are few of us left and we are being picked off one by one. I fear that she is dead. If not for our—."
Isabella was cut off by Esme and Alice's entrance through the backyard living room doors. They burst through suddenly. Something not so rare, but I could tell something was amiss. I had been wondering why they were not here to begin with.
Isabella jumped to her feet and crouched, her wings materializing instantly and fluttering with a dangerous vibrancy to them. She looked downright magnificent.
"Isabella!" I exclaimed. "It's okay, it's just our mother and sister. You may relax."
Mary, Mary, Mary, MARY! You know where my Mary is!
Isabella shot up instantly.
As soon as Isabella's thought this, my head was flooded with Alice's thoughts, which of course were visions. It seemed when Isabella's wings were out our abilities would stop glitching. Maybe she had some shield...to protect herself when she wasn't visibly in her fairy form? It still doesn't explain why her shoulders were not covered during school.
"Who are you?" Isabella accused, yelling at Alice. Jasper shot over to Alice immediately holding her shoulders in support.
"Alice Brandon Whitlock." She exclaimed.
"Who the hell are you?" She accused right back.
"Isabella Swan, Fall Fairy. Who did this to you? Who changed you? You are fairy, why would someone be so cruel to change you, did they drain your powers? Did they tear your wings before they sucked you dry?" She asked in rapid succession.
There was absolute silence, and for a minute, everyone in the room froze.
"...What?" Alice hissed, confused.
AN: Hey everybody! Thank you to those who reviewed. I would like to see more of that. To answer any questions, this will not be a complete rendition of Twilight. It is AU, although the character relationships are canon or will be canon eventually (Cough cough, Edward and Bella =]) Some questions you might have right now is...why is Bella such a freak? Besides the whole fairy thing, why does she feel the need to submit to all vampires? How does she know Alice, or rather, how does Alice relate to the whole Mary debacle? Did Jasper mention scars on Alice earlier...? Also... I think I want you to assume that Bella is probably a lot older then Mary her younger sister who was born in the 1800's. I will probably explore the etymology of my fairies later on and why Bella is significantly older. I think I want Bella to have been around at least during the early to mid 1700's...you will find out why later. Also the song for this chapter is VENUS-BY: AIR. YouTube it! 3