There were two people waiting for us in the kitchen, which was filled with advanced culinary devices, and they could not be anymore different. The first was a man in his early-twenties and he had a build that would have made bears run like cowards so it was safe to assume that he was Emmett Cullen. He was easily the tallest of all the Cullens I had seen so far and over six feet. His curly brown hair was partially hidden by his baseball cap and it was backwards. This was a sign of goofiness and immaturity as well as an indicator that Emmett was a sports fan. Either that or he liked baseball at least. He had a dimpled face with a carefree smile of a ten year old, and had his massive arm around a girl whose beauty would have made a siren look like Medusa. Clearly, Esme did not exaggerate on Rosaline's beauty because I would have started to drool and howl like my lovesick classmates back home. Her perfect and elegant posture told me she desired attention and her flashy clothes told me she was vain, so I assumed her best friend was a mirror. Like Edward, she was frowning at me like I was a street rat that intruded into her beautiful home but there something else mixed with the distaste as she glowered at me. I can easily recognize signs of envy because I was often jealous of my schoolmates, because a vast majority of them had lived their entire lives two parents, while I was raised by one. Thanks to my sharp memory, I recalled that she is a survivor and she did something Mother could not: live.
"Welcome little brother! I am Lord Emmett, Ruler of the Cullens! Bow before your rightful king!" Emmett boomed as he marched over to me and nearly crushed my hand with strong yet frigid one. For the first time in thirty-eight days, I laughed out loud and I am not alone. Even Edward and Rosalie smiled at his ridiculous introduction.
"Say please," I replied back as I managed to compose myself without looking like a fool too much. Laughter filled the mansion once again as I mock glared at Emmett.
"You got spunk, kid. We are going to get along just fine!" Emmett let out a deep laugh that eerily echoed throughout the mansion. I looked at Esme who smiled kindly then turned to Emmett and Rosalie to ask them where the rest of the Cullen kids are.
"Alice is helping Jasper hunt for deer," answered Rosalie and emphasized the word while sparing me a glance," He is having trouble getting enough deer for dinner tomorrow. Bella and Renesme went to the movies and won't be back for awhile." When she finished her explanation, she then marched up a flight of stairs without a second glance and shortly followed by her brothers. At least Emmett had the courtesy to wave goodbye and performed a mock bow, while Edward shot me one last glare before vanishing into the mansion. I was left alone with the doctor and his wife so there was a brief moment of awkwardness.
"I'll take your luggage to your room. Don't worry, I'll handle these suit cases as if they were my children," assured Carlisle as he promptly lifted both my suitcases onto his shoulders and walked off. Despite his slim yet broad appearance, he somehow has the strength to lift two fifty pound trunks without difficulty. Another interesting discovery on my first day. I bid Esme good night and as I turned around, I could have sworn she muttered, "Sleep tight my little Ikaika."
After navigating the mansion for what seemed like an eternity, and spotting dozens of empty rooms, with their doors wide open so people would gawk and feel jealous over the Cullen's wealth: one was filled with musical instruments, another with girl toys that were stacked in boxes that touched the ceiling, and even one with posters of every baseball, football, and hockey player imaginable from all ages. We finally reached a closed mahogany door with "Roy Aiden Feur" painted in the center.
"I hope you find your room adequate and if you have any concerns don't hesitate to tell," Carlisle stated as he can me final pat on the back before leaving me alone to settle in my new room. My old one in San Jose was consisted of a kings size bed, a desk for schoolwork, a dresser of school supplies and clothing, and finally a massive rectangular bookshelf with every single book I have ever read. It even had dictionaries, atlases, and encyclopedias due to Father's hatred of all things with a screen. Father painted the walls different color every year to symbolize a new start to our lives. This year, the walls were forest green which was fitting because I tried my hand at gardening and emerged successful with a basket full of grapes. This room was more or less the same with minor differences.
My bed was laid in the upper left corner of the room, which was complete with white pillow, sheets, and blanket. Over on the right was an almost empty perfectly square bookshelf that after closer inspection, only had two dictionaries, an atlas, and an encyclopedia from A to Z. Right next to it was an empty dresser and in one of the empty drawers was a bottle of deodorant, which I assume Emmett put there as some sort of joke. There was a door on the lower right which I assumed was the bathroom and to my surprise right across was a desk with a laptop and a perfectly neat pile of school supplies. There were boxes of glue sticks, erasers, lead pencils, rulers, binders, color pencils, and even a Spanish to English dictionary. Apparently, they researched that I took Spanish last year and aced the class so I am moving on to the next level. I found it difficult to determine whether I found it sweet or downright creepy. The walls were snow white and not a single crack or spider web in them. Strange. I assumed the Cullens had their own staff to clean the house, but as far as I know they do not have any hired help. Seems like someone put in a lot of effort for their new guest. The bathroom was just as flawless with a clean mirror, shower, and closet filled with cleaning equipment from mops to sponges.
I exited the bathroom and took a seat at my new next and turned on the laptop. Despite Father's dislike for anything electronic, I took it upon myself to run how use a laptop at least in order to print out assignments and research information an encyclopedia cannot. Not the sex websites my hormonal classmates go to when they are bored. While I was waiting for it to finish loading, I noticed something shiny hidden behind the pile of boxes with school supplies. There were two things actually. A shiny black key and a dagger like letter opener. The key was probably for the room , but the letter opener caught my interest. I ran my finger gingerly over the steel surface and twisted it around for inspection. It was a fine weapon in case of emergencies. The only threats in the mansion I know so far are Rosalie, Edward, and Esme. This would cut into their hearts like butter. After gazing at the weapon for over three minutes, I realized the laptop has turned on so I reluctantly put the letter opener down ad typed "beings with super strength and different eye color." A majority was about demons from hell and zombie invasions that will decimate the planet. I seriously doubt the Cullens were demons or zombies. I checked the time at the bottom of the screen at it was five after six. Still a little sore from the flight here, I hustled to move all my belongings into an appropriate location. My clothing were organized into the dresser, my books went to the bookshelf, in alphabetical order by last name, my collection of rocks sat on desk, and my most greatest treasure was placed along with the letter cutter under my bed. I wasn't strong enough to open the photo album that told the story of Father's life, starting from his birth to his doom. I laid my head on the pillow and was out like a candle next to an open window on a windy day.
I woke up after reliving the nightmare for the tenth time in a row covered in sweat and tears. I must have been asleep for a long time because it was pitch black and raining. Would it kill the sky to allow just a few minutes of sun to shine on Forks? I was just about to go to Dreamland when I noticed a small change that made me reach under the bed and pull out the letter cutter. The door was slightly ajar and I swore on Father's grave that a gold eye vanished. I jumped out of the bed and raced to the door and peeked my head out with the small dagger at hand. There was no one in hallway and the entire mansion was quiet. Too quiet. Surely a family of eccentric people would have some noise, but the only sound audible was my hard breathing. I closed the door, locked it, shook the knob a few times for good measure, and went back to bed. My heart dropped to me feet the next morning when the letter opener disappeared from under the bed.