Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer and all the characters except my OC
Chapter 2
After a while my dad finally showed up. I narrowed my eyes as I saw a taxi come spending into the car park through the rain. You could almost hear the guy slam his foot down on the breaks as he neared me. I was now freezing and I think my hands had frozen clutching the umbrella and were stuck in that shape. But I forgot about that when the guy opened the door and heat came out. The drive was silent; the driver was concentrating on driving in the rain and I was lost in my thoughts. Strangely they seemed to revolve around that man I had spotted at the airport. His face was stuck in my head and I couldn't get it out.
"We're here." The taxi drivers voice cut into my mind and I looked up. Yep still raining. Same old Forks. I got out of the car and got my luggage out of the back. The umbrella was up again and I made a run for the door, trying and failing to keep dry. I checked my pockets 3 times to find the keys. When the door opened I dashed inside and started to shake like a dog. I reached for a light switch and looked around. It was all right, mums house was more colourful and creative. From the kitchen I could hear voices so I made my way down the hallway and my dad came out of the door.
I lunged at my dad and hugged him in an iron grip. It had been so long since I had last seen him. I stepped back and grinned at him. He smiled back at me.
"I missed you too kiddo" he said and I frowned at the insinuation that I was still a kid. Someone came out of the kitchen. I turned and met a pair of golden eyes. Who the hell has golden eyes? She vaguely remembered Bella telling her on the phone that her fiancée/husband had and I quote "the most gorgeous golden eyes". So this was my new brother-in-law. Not bad. Charlie was watching us uneasily and Mr pretty boy was staring at me as if I was a slide under a microscope.
"You must be Eleanor, Bella has told me a lot about you." His voice was so pure yet I distrusted something about him. He looked like a predator and something inside of me was screaming run. I focused on what he was saying. "I'm Edward, Bella's husband." I forced a smile on my face and stuck out my hand. His hand was ice cold and sent a tremor of fear go down my spine. But El Swan was no wimp so I stood my ground and looked up at my new brother.
"It's nice to meet you Edward,so sorry I couldn't make the wedding but that's life." I looked around and was confused when I didn't see Bella anywhere. "Where is Bella?" I asked looking from my dad to Edward. Dad looked old and sad, Edward seemed to become stone but I saw some pain show in his eyes. Dad cleared his throat and looked away. So I turned my eyes onto Edward, one eyebrow raised in question, he sighed and met my mismatched eyes with his yellow ones.
"10 days ago Bella collapsed at my house from some illness, my father is a doctor and he is treating her. He isn't sure when it will pass but it is unsafe for her to see anyone in case she passes it one and she is too weak to move to the hospital. My father has the best equipment at our house to care for her with" he said. My eyes narrowed at his story.
"How come you and your family can see her?" I asked my voice taking on a slightly sharp tone of voice.
"We have been around her long enough to know that the disease won't pass to us." that flat tone of voice was annoying the hell out of me.
"Well if you can see her why can't we? If this "disease" didn't spread to you it might not spread to us. I came all the way from Florida to see my sister and no golden-eyed husband or mystery illness is going to stop that" I snapped. I usually have a better control over my temper but the flight, rain, taxi and this annoying man had taken its toll.
"El! The Cullens have been nothing but good to Bella! Apologize now young lady." my dad scolded me and my cheeks warmed a bit. I hate when he told me off. It made me feel like I was 12 again. I sighed and straightened up.
"I apologize for my behaviour Edward Culllen, travelling has been terrible and it has left me weary." I said acting like I really meant it. Inwardly I was calling him every bad name I could think of. A small smile crossed his face but it was a weird smile like he knew I was insulting him. I mentally shook myself. No I was just being paranoid. I turned back to my dad.
"Is it OK if I go to my room? I think I need to rest." I said with my lost puppy face on. Dad smiled and said it was fine. I went back down the hall and turned to go up the stairs still insulting my new brother in my head. I opened the door to my room and stepped inside with a smile on my face. I loved this room and I always stayed here. I don't know what it was that attracted me to it, but it had always been mine. I dropped my case in the middle of the room and sat on the bed. Now Bella would probably have started to unpack and put everything away properly and neatly, me I just kind of fling stuff everywhere and stuff it into drawers and only after a few days have passed and someone yells at me to do it. But I did open it to find my sketch pad and pencil case. I flipped open to a new white page and lay with my stomach on the bed.
I love starting new pictures, there is nothing more magical than seeing a beautiful picture emerge onto a blank canvas. I took out a pencil and began to sketch the face that had been stuck in my head. The rain stopped and it was that funny in between time of day. Twilight. The room was bathed with oranges, reds and yellows giving everything a golden hue. Truly mystical. Mum had taught me how to do this, how to sit still and watch the beauty of nature: the colours, the shapes, the sounds and the textures. The ultimate artwork. I snapped my attention back onto my drawing and began to sketch again.
Soon enough his face started to appear amongst the lines of grey and black, by this stage I was deep into my drawing trance. This means that nothing short of hitting me on the head with a brick will get me to respond. I was lost in the drawing. This is nothing new, I once spent a whole school day just sketching a plant (the teachers weren't pleased. I was), but something was different about this drawing. The face was so handsome and I felt like I could touch his flawless skin. It was like my entire being was focused on getting this drawing perfect. Night had fallen and the only light was from my bedside table, I was just about to finish it but I was stuck on his eyes. To me when I draw a face the eyes are the hardest and the most important part to draw. They show what someone is like, they give the portrait emotion; sadness, joy, fear, surprise even love can be expressed through the eyes. What had I seen in his eyes? They had been a crimson colour which had shocked me but they also had a predatory look in them, the eyes of a hunter and for a second I had felt like his prey.
Who was I kidding? Over the years I had gotten used to the fact that with my looks, I would be lucky if I got a second glance from guys. But this man had looked at me like I was something to eat. With that hunter image in my mind I drew his eyes and finished the sketch. I yawned and looked at my handiwork. It wasn't too bad, nothing looked out of place and everything was the right size, definitely one of my better sketches. I wished I had heard his voice but that was probably the last time I'd see the man again. So why did he still appear in my thoughts. I thought that if I had put his face on paper it would get out of my head but it was still there. I sighed and went to change into my night dress, maybe a good night sleep would get him out. I smiled and snuggled under the blankets.
Dream Sequence
I was standing on a beach at night. The moon had turned the sand a soft silver and the waves sparkled under the stars. I was wearing a plain white dress to my knees and was barefoot. The wind whistled along my beach and blew my hair everywhere. I wondered what the sea felt like on my skin so I began to walk forwards. The sand got wet as I neared the sea and I left footprints behind me. The only sound was the gentle crash of the waves. I gasped as the cool water lapped against my feet, I continued to move forward until the sea came to just below my knees. I felt a deep peace and calm, it was like nothing else mattered except the flow of he ocean.
Suddenly a pair of ice arms locked around my arms. I stiffened in fear as I heard the person...creature behind me inhale as if it were smelling me. I was about to turn around and beat it to a pulp when it spoke.
"My, my what's a beautiful thing like you doing out here alone." he purred next to my ear. His voice had a slight Italian accent and then for some reason the fear drained out of me and I just let him hold me in the water. I looked up to see who my companion was and saw the face of the man at the airport smiling at me as if I was the most wonderful thing in the world. Then he lowered his teeth to my pulse and I felt his teeth on my skin.
I woke up with a yell. Sitting bolt straight and sweating like a pig, my breathing was laboured and my hands were shaking. I ran my fingers through my hair. What was happening to me?
AN:Sorry for the late update and thanks to ThisIsMyDisguise, burgundy eyes, Romance4ever, Sparkling Grey, LoreleiJ, BlueEyedGunSlinger, VeggieGirl15 and Lone-Angel-1992 for reviewing. Do you think I should do Caius's POV or stick to Eleanor's POV? My sister has a story on Fiction Press called My Fallen Angel and she's just started writing so could you check it out please. Asnyway thanks for reviewing and reading and adding to fav/alert lists. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Sneak Peak
"What is a beautiful lady like yourself doing out here all alone?" the infuriating arrogant male voice pierced my drawing trance and I looked up ready to snap the guys head off. I froze as I looked into the face that had haunted my mind, thoughts and dreams.
