Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight character's but I do own Talia and any other original character..
Holy Cow who new Isabella Swan's old man was a fox!
I hope I wasn't drooling because oh bananas was he good looking. He didn't compare to Carlisle, I mean the Cullen's but then again who can? He certainly fit the description tall, dark and handsome. By this time I figured I should probably say something since he had started to stroke the back of his neck nervous under my gaze.
"Hi." I greeted him warmly beaming my most vivid smile. "Is Bella home? I'm Edward's siste…
"Talia!" I heard from behind Bella's dad.
I leaned forward peaking out from Chief Swan's side catching Bella's joyful face. I grinned back she seemed to be less nervous around me. That was good. Chief Swan stepped aside letting me enter. Bella snatched my hand the moment my feet crossed the threshold dragging me behind her into the kitchen of there abode.
"Edward called; He told me you'd be coming over." Bella clarified.
She then went on pouring some dip into a small translucent bowl.
"What should we do today?" She then asked seizing something from the fridge.
I shrugged my slender shoulders not really certain what we possibly could do.
She continued.
"Maybe we could go to Port Angeles, Watch a movie or walk along the board walk, or go to La Push. Oh we could spend the day at First Beach." She said getting louder toward the end of her rant as she got more eager.
My ears perked at that. I could sense myself getting just as or even more enthusiastic then Bella. 'A beach here?' Spending the day at the beach sounds more marvelous then I could even rap my head around. Spending the day in the sun relaxing and tanning and enjoying the sun's raises was always my favorite way to spend my days off in Florida.
I nodded enthusiastically.
"That last one Yes! Please." I responded.
She smiled grabbing the chips and headed into the living room motioning for me to follow. I did just that. I watched her set the bowl in front of her father just now noticing him sitting in the room. I stood awkwardly next to Bella while Chief Swan sat intoxicated by the television, watching a sports program sitting on the edge of his seat clearly consumed in what he was watching. Bella sighed nudging his shoulder light at first then harder when he didn't respond to her shoves. Finally his eyes meet ours those soft mysterious eyes catching the sun from the window to our right. He looked towards Bella who narrowed her eyes faintly before cocking her head in my direction. I then realized she intended to introduce us properly since we neglected to do so at our first meeting.
Chief Swan turned of the TV moving to stand in front of us. I looked up at him smirking at the sight of his lightly pinken cheeks. Bella left my side to stand at both our sides facing each of us.
"Dad, this is Edward's sister and uh this is my dad." Bella uneasily introduced.
"Hi dad." I said goofily.
He did the nervous neck massage again.
'Hum Bella must have inherited her timidness from her father.'
He seemed to be even more edgy around me then Bella ever was.
Did I smell?
Could you see my panties through my dress?
Did I look unapproachable?
Was I angry looking?
Did I have some unpleasant looking wart on my cheek?
Maybe I was just that threatening. I bit my lip not to laugh out loud. He was almost precisely a foot taller then me, and he was the Police Chief he could easily take me effortlessly.
I snickered.
'Why do all these people act so skittish around me?'
How ever jumpy he was I continued on anyways.
"Or maybe you would prefer Chief Swan." I went on cheekily.
He flushed much more visible this time before he shook his head softly. He was soft hearted and shy I liked that.
"Charlie's fine." He said.
Finally he speaks! Letting me marvel in his rough masculine yet soft spoken voice.
I beamed offering him my hand.
"Talia Cullen."
He took my hand clasping it in his much larger warm ones. His rough callused hands engulfing my slighter tan ones. He shook it soft, tenderly, and cautiously however his grip still strong and firm. Silence fallowing soon after leaving the only sounds in the room our own separate breathing.
"So you live with Carlisle and Esme?" Charlie attempted to start conversation.
My breathing became brisk and my heart thumped when he said his name.
'Wow it really needs to stop doing that.' I thought as I tapped my chest lightly over my now rapid beating heart.
I nodded.
"Yup have been since I was a small child. Their lovely people." I rambled.
I can't believe I just called them 'lovely' what the heck was wrong with me. My mind couldn't seem to find the right words and all that came out of my mouth was embarrassing gibberish. I noticed Bella staring at me with an interested look on her feminine features probably wonder how I made it fifteen years living with a clan of vampire's and still standing in her living room a living breathing human being with blood still successfully pumping from my young heart. It's baffling really. Well to most people I however am perfectly confident and trusting in the Cullen's every last one of them.
If anyone could see all the amazing times I had growing up with the Cullen's they would never doubt there self-discipline. My memories are remarkable nothing that could compare to the memories I could have had with my own biological parents or even any other adopted family. I was lucky to have the Cullen's and I new it no matter what anyone else thought.
Of coarse there had been accidents. Much like the time Emmett accidentally broke my wrist while playing Red Rover. Something he still to this day feels sorry for apologizing persistently heck I'm just glad it was only my wrist and not my neck. But what kid hasn't been hurt throughout their years of childhood glee.
There have also been many un-intentional faux pas like the whole week I missed of school because Edward had spend the night in my bed when I swore there was a murderers banshee living behind my book shelf plotting to steal my teddy bears and shave my hair while I slept. His below zero body temperature keeping me in bed for days but hey I wasn't complain no school for a week. All kids got sick.
Then there were the clumsy times where I had twisted my ankle from running around the house in pink heels. Rosalie's infamous makeovers was the light of my life as a child we'd spend hours in her room playing dress up and painting our face like a two bit whore. Each time Carlisle would have to eventually put a stop to the fun when my tiny ankles turned purple and blue from the vast shoes. Children have the best imagination.
Not a soul could question Jasper's strength of will as I played with his patients day after day. I would relentlessly trail behind him spewing the same phrase again and again. My favorite movie at the time was Lost Boys I had fallen in love with Kiefer Sutherland and my own vampire family had to put up with my constant babbling. Poor Jasper must have been on the edge of insanity, as I'd shout 'My own brother a god damn shit sucking vampire.' It had been funny at first but countless punishments later it had lost its charm. Kid's can be manipulated easily.
Oh and the embarrassment was inevitable. Much like most children I had spent most of my childhood idolizing my older sister's. Alice had always been so bubbly her personality lighting up a room like no one else could. So it was no wonder I had looked up to her enviously wanting to be exactly like her. My naïve little brain taking it a step further then I should have now that I thought about it. I had thought it would be a fine idea to cut my hair short to look a great deal like Alice I ended up tarnishing my hair and looking to a large extent like a boy. Child were often influenced by the ones the loved most.
I have had the normalness of any other kid.
My life had been different but I wouldn't change it for the world.
"Was it tough growing up with so many other children around?" Asked Charlie.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." I told him smiling fondly at the memories.
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