Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer and all the characters except my OC
Chapter 3
Breakfast for me was a silent and slightly moody affair. It was a Saturday morning and as a rule I am never happy between 7 and 10. Dad had gone off to work. Ugh! Who can work on a Saturday? Apparently Charlie Swan can. So I sat and shovelled spoonfuls of cereal into the hole I call a mouth. Not very ladylike but I was hungry. That damn dream kept on replaying in my head and that odd feeling of both safety and fear. I was in an even worse mood than normal. This morning I had woken up to about 20 e-mails from my mum ranging from wondering if I missed her to how great it was to have a little extra space. Mum wasn't being mean she was just like that. After sending her a short (and slightly grumpy) message back I decided to have a look around my new town. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved blue t-shirt with a spiral in the middle, I hardly ever cared what I looked like. Just as I was going out the door, I felt a strange urge to get my sketch pad. So I shrugged and stomped upstairs to get it and a satchel, I packed a pencil, my purse and my phone. Again I headed for the door...then I remembered I had to tell dad where I was going so I dashed into the kitchen and left a note for him.
Finally, I was able to make it past the front door and got to the street before realising that I had forgotten my shoes. But that's just me, I'm useless at remembering stuff especially directions. The sky was dull as usual and everything looked grey but I was in a grey sort of mood. No-one was on the street and there were only one or two cars on the road. So I just walked along the pavement examining the buildings and thinking about Bella. I hoped she would feel better soon and I wanted to ask her how she had ended up with a controlling, uncaring and cold jerk like Edward Cullen. I was going to ask her today at some point. No matter what that creep said I was going to see her.
I wasn't really sure where I was going, my feet just went on and on thumping against the concrete. That dream once again filled my mind. It made no sense, why would I dream about a guy who I have never seen before or even spoken to. Our eyes had met for like a second yet his face was burned into my memory, I could remember almost every detail of his face from his slightly cruel looking mouth to his piercing red eyes. Against my will, my heart began to beat faster, I could hear it thumping in my chest and the blood was rushing to my face. One of the few things my sister and I had in common was that we blushed at almost anything and we were embarrassed easily as well but my skin was slightly darker so people usually couldn't tell if I was blushing. I shook my head and looked up. Somehow I had wandered to the gate of a small park, it wasn't special, just a normal park with a duck pond, some trees and a couple of benches.
I sat down on one of the benches next to the pond, my reflection could just be seen in the murky water. Getting out my sketch book I flipped open to a new page and began to draw the park. I liked to draw sceneries when I was alone and I could really focus on the detail. Slowly but surely the scene began to appear on my paper. I loved doing this, drawing something that wasn't special or extravagant just plain. I tried to make it beautiful. Again my mind went into drawing mode and I sat hunched over my paper occasionally glancing up to check something.
"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. My throat suddenly became dry and my vocal cords stopped working. My anger had drained away and I felt my heart begin to beat faster again and blood rushed to my face
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The girl seemed to have been stunned at my appearance, this wasn't unusual my kind was always attractive to humans. I wasn't sure what had drawn me to this place, it had been an unusual but strong pull and I felt it again as I looked down at the human on the bench. How strange, she was a human yet that familiar feeling of disgust was absent. Why was I even speaking to her? She was absolutely nothing like the females I usually spoke to. Her face was not beautiful but it had a certain prettiness to it and her features were softer than those of vampires. Her raven coloured hair framed her face with a...pink stripe down one side. It was her eyes that captivated my attention one was a dark green and the other a deep blue, when she had been drawing they had been sharp and focused, then angry and now they were confused and stunned. Those eyes had been in my mind ever since I had seen her at the airport staring at me, judging me. I flicked a glance to what she was holding; a sketch pad and a pencil. The drawing was actually quite good by human standards. I don't understand it this female I everything I disliked creative, emotional, human. Yet she had a certain charm about her, an innocence I hadn't seen in years.
I should just leave her and return to my brothers, we had only one reason to be here. Aro had been unusually anxious to make sure that Bella Swan had been successfully converted, so much so that he had felt it necessary to drag Marcus, most of the Guard and myself along with him to visit the Cullens. Marcus and Aro were at their house right now but I had asked to examine the area. Boredom is a big part of my immortal life. I turned my gaze back to the girl she seemed to have collected her thoughts and her eyes were now guarded. The first time I had seen her she had looked like a drowned rat but again my focus had been on her.
"Why do you ask?" she finally spoke. Her voice had a slightly southern drawl and sent a shiver down my spine. She turned her head slightly, at the same time a breeze blew through the park and I got a scent of her blood. It hit me like a brick wall and venom pooled in my mouth. God, her scent was mouth-watering, the beast inside of me was roaring for her blood. It wouldn't be that difficult, the park was empty and there were no cars on the road. I leant down towards her my eyes in her exposed neck when she turned her head again and our eyes met. It was like at the airport; an instant connection. I opened my mouth to reply.
"I was just wondering why you were out here alone." I flashed her a charming smile and waited for her to respond.
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Who the hell was this guy? So what if I kept on seeing his face he was probably just another arrogant playboy. I forced myself to scowl at him.
"Its not really any of your business is it." I snapped, I hated playboys with a passion, they were all cruel jerks who saw women as inferior beings. Anger washed over me. I closed my book and stood up. I did not want to spend my time with a jerk. I began to move away when an ice cold hand circled my hand, I jerked my head round and saw fire flash in his crimson eyes.
AN: Hope you all had a Merry Christmas and hope you all have a Happy New Year. I have been having a huge writers block, really sorry. Do you think I did Caius POV OK? Please read and review.
Sneak Peak
So this was the Cullens house, a bit big but it was a gorgeous building. Apparently the others were out on a camping trip and only the doctor remained. I saw an open window and smiled. The wall looked easy enough to climb and I began to move up it, praying that no-one heard me. Finally, I reached the window and swung my legs inside. Suddenly I heard a feral growl come from inside, looking up I met the blood e eyes of...
