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Disclaimer: I own this twist on Eclipse, along with all the original characters. Stephenie Meyers owns the Twilight saga. *sighs* Oh well...
Ch. 2 Surprises
Cindy's POV
Beep…Beep…Beep… I groaned at the annoying sound of my alarm clock in my ears. I grabbed one of the pillows under my head and hit the clock with it, sending it down to the floor along with the bedside lamp, the portable phone, and the picture frame. I jumped out of bed and picked up the picture gingerly.
To think it had been over a hundred years since I last saw my older brother, Jasper. After mother and father received that letter from the army saying that Jasper had probably died in battle, I remember making my decision to go find him. My magic protected me well.
Yeah, there's probably something that should be known- I'm a witch. About a year after my brother left for war, my powers began to show at the worst of times. I remember that once while I was at a very important dinner party, thinks began to start floating all around the room. The only reason I was not caught was because I stopped it before anyone else could notice.
I had traveled for a few years, searching for any small bit of evidence that showed that my brother was still alive, but I never did. About five years after leaving home, when my body had not changed in the slightest of ways, I realized that I was to remain forever as my sixteen year old self.
So I eventually pulled myself from the warm haven that was my bed and began to prepare for another day. I pulled on a pair of dark colored jeans and a powder-blue turtleneck sweater. Thank goodness for death of corsets and layers of skirts and dresses that made breathing impossible. Women have it so much better in this century- they can actually think for themselves. Well, some can think at least. After making sure that my locket was safely tucked under the collar of my sweater, I grabbed my bag and head off to work.
Everyone knew me as post-graduate student of Edison High School, book-loving, Cynthia Woods. The book-loving thing came from the fact that I worked at this small bookstore that was on the corner of 2nd and Charleston. Right beside it is the best little old-style bakery with the aroma of so many wonderful goodies, it would make your mouth water. Mr. Blake, the elderly gentleman that owns the bakery with his family always greets me in the morning with a friendly smile and a fresh, warm cinnamon roll. His granddaughter Lisa would often ask me to play a game of Jacks when I would go outside on my break for some fresh air and sunlight.
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Today was the toughest day I'd ever had! The bookstore was cramped today with swarms of teenage girls wanting to buy the latest book- something about a witch. I skimmed through it as I was unpacking a box and nearly laughed. This author had made up some crazy story about how witches would always be sacrificing things left, right, and center in gory rituals. In fact, witches rarely do that.
Anyway, I was walking home to take a relaxing nap when I heard sirens. I looked behind me to see a fire truck coming down the street. When it passed me it turned right, heading in the exact direction of my house. I started running.
My little house was being engulfed by bright orange flames, smoke rising in an alarming speed. The firemen were hosing the fire, slowly killing it. I silently said a spell that opened the skies and rain started pouring down from the clouds, helping to extinguish the fire faster.
When the fire was finally out, the firemen went in to see if there was anything that could be saved. Most of the clothes and furniture was destroyed, some of the smaller things broken too. Luckily they were able to save two things, the picture frame from my bedside table and my box.
That box held everything important to me; letters that Jasper had sent to me from the war, little trinkets that me made himself for my birthdays, and more photos. They were all I had left of my brother.
"We're sorry miss, but this was all we could save," one of the firemen said as he handed the items to me.
"Thank you sir," I nodded politely, clutching the box and frame close to me.
"Is there anywhere that you can stay, Cynthia?" my neighbor, Mrs. Brook asked me. I thought about it and remembered that there was a family house that was located in a small town not far from here.
"Yes, I do. Back in Forks."
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I arrived in Forks the following week, a new suitcase of clothes and my mementos tucked under my arm. The town was even smaller than the last one I was in, but beggars cannot be choosers as they say.
After going to the small cottage that was located away from the rest of down with very few neighbors and leaving my things there, I decided to do a little exploring. I just finished school so I was not ready to start that back up again, and I did not feel like spending my entire time at home.
My afternoon was rather pleasant. The sky was cloudy, but the weather was so warm and perfect for my long walk. I had a light lunch at a small diner nearby, applied for a job wanting for the bookstore across the street from there, and just enjoyed the sights.
It was about two o'clock in the afternoon when I was getting ready to head back home that the bell to the high school rang and students came stampeding out the doors. Many faces were happy to be done with school for the day, eager to begin their weekend.
I was just about to ignore them all and make my way home when I saw them all.
There were four of them huddled around a silver Volvo care, laughing and joking lightly at something. The smaller of the two girls was very beautiful, her short dark hair a sharp contrast to her incredibly pale skin. The other girl was also pale, but not as much as her friend, her brown hair slightly reflecting a red tone. She was holding hands with a very handsome boy whose copper colored hair sat messily on his head. I assumed that he was related to the other girl seeing as their skin was a perfect match.
When I looked at the other boy though, I thought my heart could have stopped. Because standing there was the one person I'd been searching for over a hundred years for. His skin may have been incredibly pale like the others, his eyes not the same dark blue that I see in the mirror every day but an odd gold tone, and he looked slightly strict, but he was still the same.
"Jasper," I whispered so softly that I hardly heard it myself. Yet as though he somehow heard me, Jasper's head snapped in my direction, his eyes growing larger in shock at seeing me there. I saw his mouth move to form my nickname that he would call me and he started to take a step towards me.
I do not know what caused me to act the way I did. After all, I had been spending years searching for him, even a hundred years later I kept looking. Yet I turned and fled in the opposite direction, trying to get away as fast as possible.
Jasper's POV
I had just finished another day of classes the countless time in my existence, and I was eager to return home and enjoy the solitude that I would annually spend at this time of year. As Alice, Bella, Edward and I walked to the car, I heard someone call my name. My head snapped up of its own choice and I looked down the street to see the last person I'd ever expect to see.
Standing there, dressed in a pair of jeans and a light shirt, her long brown hair blowing freely in the breeze, was my little sister Cindy. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but then I saw the locket dangling around her neck and I realized that it was her. The joy at seeing Cindy alive filled me so much that I swear I would have been crying in happiness.
I was about to make my way towards her when she suddenly turned in the opposite direction and ran as fast as she could. I almost ran after her myself, but Alice stopped me.
"Jazzy, what's wrong? I just saw you running at full speed after that girl!" she whispered to me.
"It's my sister," I replied, hardly believing what I'd just seen. "She's alive." I didn't say anything else but started running off after her, following her as best as I could by her scent.
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Cindy's POV
I finally arrived back at the cottage, nearly ramming through the front door before slamming it shut and locking it.
'Why on earth did I do that?' I thought. 'Why did I just run away from my brother?'
I do not know why, but something in the back of my mind had told me to run away when I saw Jasper coming towards me. Something that told me he was dangerous.
'But he's my brother! He would never hurt me, never!' But how did I know that? Was it just an assumption due to my knowledge of my brother's past behavior to me? Or was there something that my mind wanted to deny? A knock interrupted my thoughts.
Taking a calming breath, I quickly checked my appearance in the hallway mirror before planting a smile on my face and opened the door. Standing on the other side was none other than my brother Jasper, holding a small bouquet of an assortment of purple flowers.
"Surprise," he greeted me.