A/N: YAY! So I finally managed to make myself do another chapter. I know it's been long. My apologies. Just had a lot on my mind lately. You know, New Years resolutions, upcoming birthday (JAN 18). Oh, yeah. HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! *sigh* Yes, I know I'm late.
Me:...and I just feel so empty. (sob)
SM: Aw, you poor thing. Well, since your first book ran away maybe I can give you-
Edward: Stop! It's a trap! She's trying to steal our series!
SM: (Narrows eyes) Nice try.
Kendra: Being owned by her isn't so bad.
Edward: Just you wait...
Me: (Sighs) So close.
"Why don't I show you your room?" Alice suggested, filling the awkward silence that followed Rosalie's harsh warning. I nodded absently, shock tainting the wave of euphoria that I was riding. I got up from the table and followed Alice up the stairs at a pace slower than hers. The confession had weakened me greatly.
As we made our way to the end of the hall, Alice pointed to the doors we passed and told me who they belonged to. She skipped excitedly to the last door.
"And this is your room," she smiled as she opened the door.
I couldn't help a little gasp as I took in my surroundings. The room was fully furnished and intricately decorated. There wasn't a surface in the room that wasn't lavender or white. The bed was big - queen sized from the looks of it - and was covered in a plush, light purple comforter. There were more pillows than one would ever need, most of them lavender too with some white ones sprinkled in. They were neatly assorted at the head of the bed. There was one white and one purple curtain hanging from a rod with a crystal point that flowed gracefully over the spotless window like an elegant skirt. The wall the bed was pushed up against was painted lavender and on the far wall was a white vanity. I took a few steps into the room, feeling the fluffy, oft white carpet under my feet.
"Wow," I breathed. Alice laughed, a chorus of bells.
"I saw that you'd be staying here for quite some time and I just had to decorate your room. Do you like it?"
I shook my head in wonder. "I love it." I went to sit on the edge of the bed. "C'est si joli," I whispered catching sight of the sparkling chandelier.
Alice looked a bit startled by the change of language, then shook her head murmuring, "The accent. I should have known." I grinned.
"Well," she said then,"I think the others would like to have a word with me. I'll leave you to settle in." With one last smile, she breezed out of the room.
I took off my shoes and sat crossed leg on the - my - bed. I knew they were going to talk about me. I truly wanted to give them privacy but couldn't help but hear everything that was going on in the quiet.
Alice's light footsteps echoed through the space with a slightly ominous rhythm. Suddenly they stopped and the house was quiet once more.
"You knew," I heard Edward's voice say after another moment of silence.
"Yes," Alice sighed, "For about 3 weeks, now."
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" It was Carlisle who spoke now.
Alice sighed again but it sounded more irritated than anything. "Because I knew you all would worry when, really, there is nothing to worry about. She is perfectly safe." There was another minute of silence at that.
"Is she really?" Rosalie asked finally. I wasn't down there but I imagined all heads turned to look at Edward again.
"I truly believe she is. She wouldn't - couldn't - hurt a fly. She's scared, though, of her gift. It's very unpredictable. She believes we can help her. Observe how it changes. Look for a pattern. Her intentions seem pure..." He seemed to hesitate to say something. "But Carlisle...she's so broken up inside. I don't know why..." He trailed of again. I flinched.
"She's hiding something," Jasper informed.
"Jasper is right," Edward said to the rest, "She is hiding something. She's just not ready to talk about it yet. I don't even think it's something that will be harmful to any of us."
"You don't think?" Jasper asked him.
"I only caught that she didn't want to think about it because it pains her. How could it possibly be anything that would bring harm to us?" I twitched nervously.
"What do you think it is?" Alice asked quietly.
"She will tell us when she is ready, I'm sure," Carlisle said, "I too believe she is of no harm. She's just a child."
"Carlisle, she was with the Volturi. How do we know she is not only a spy, trying to take us down from the inside." Rosalie's voice sounded strange and hesitant; almost torn.
"She doesn't have any desire to go back to them. Of that I am certain," Edward said firmly. I smiled despite myself.
"You said she was scared..." Emmett suddenly said, "Is it really that unpredictable. Her gift?" I furrowed my brow, now paying far more attention than I initially intended to.
"Yes. It seems to jump out when she least expects it. And it's not so much the gift itself. It's almost who she is. That's what she meant when she said she new what she had truly become after the change. She's a vampire, yes. But she's also a Confessor. I'm not so sure what exactly that is but if there is anyone like her, they would most likely have the same abilities." Edward had done far more mind-picking than I realized.
"So she knows what it is, she just doesn't know how to control it?" Bella inquired.
"She knows quite a lot actually. It seems that someone told her." His words came slower now, thinking. "I really can't tell who it is, how she knows her. It was a human woman -" His musings cut off abruptly as a violent shudder rocked my body and burning pain rippled through my chest. I bit my lip to hold back my cry and wrapped me arms around my knees, shaking my head vigorously as though they could see me.
"Did you feel that?" I heard Edward whisper to someone. Jasper, I assumed, referring to his strange empathic gift. There was no answer and I knew Jasper was nodding. No one could ignore that amount of pain, hard as I tried.
"What is it?" Emmett asked irritably.
"It seems that whoever this woman was, she doesn't want to remember her." He was only half right, I thought before I registered the strain in his voice. I immediately felt guilty, realizing I wasn't the only one who felt my pain now. I tried to lighten my mood by thinking happy thoughts and busying myself by drinking in every detail of the room.
I stood up and walked around the room, loving the feel of my feet sinking into the carpet. As I walked I caught sight of a floor length mirror I hadn't noticed. I walked over to stand in front of it.
I've only had time to look at myself in the mirror a few times since my change and it still threw me. I gasped as I had the only other two times I had seem my new immortal body. I had always been beautiful but being a vampire took it to a whole new level. It was like I had changed so much but not at all. As much as I liked the beauty, I missed all of the other traits that had made me look human when I... well, when I was. The slight pink tinge of my cheeks, the warmth of my skin. And my eyes... They were frightening even to me. I shuddered as I stared deeply into the bright crimson pools. I always tried to downplay the startling color by keeping the emotion in them gentle, which wasn't very hard as I wasn't used to being ruffled. It was a bit harder than usual though because, as was to be expected, my unstable newborn emotions constantly threatened to rage out of control with the least provocation.
I sighed and shook my head at this, absently twirling a lock of hair between my fingers.
"Kendra."
I jumped slightly at the the sound of my name and hurried to the door a second later as I realized I was being summoned. Making my way down the stairs at a human pace, I smiled sheepishly at the bemused look on everyone's faces at my slow pace.
"When I confess someone, I get really weak," I explained, lowering myself into a chair, "I can't really move faster than a human pace."
"It's okay. You didn't need to rush," Esme told me.
"We know you are very new to this life and we're wondering if you have any questions," Carlisle said, smiling encouragingly. I brightened. There were some things that I wanted to know.
"Well, I'd been wanting to know," I started, "Why are your eyes gold?" Every face went blank with shock. Even Alice and Edward, which I assumed had to be rare considering their informing gifts.
"You don't...know?" Bella was the first to recover. I shook my head and some of my hair spilled onto the table.
"It is because of the way of life we've chosen that our eyes are different from others. The blood of animals has a different effect than human blood," Carlisle told me. There was a note of humbleness in his voice that made my lips curl upward. A sudden thought had my red eyes widening.
"Will my eyes be like that?"
Carlisle smiled. "Yes. Gradually your eyes will change to amber and then turn gold. Bella's have already started to change." I looked over to see some orange flecks sprinkled in her red eyes. I grinned.
"Stupéfiant! I had no idea," I laughed and marvelled at the way it sounded like a chorus of bells. Alice turned to Edward, a matching grin on her face.
"I told you it's adorable! She's so charming," she turned her smile on me and I ducked my head, feeling like I would blush if I could.
"Thank you." I said earnestly. She studied me for a second before raising an eyebrow and tugging gently on my hood.
"Carlisle, Esme? Do you mind if I order some things off the Internet for Kendra? I don't think I'll be able to stand seeing her in these clothes much longer. Besides, you don't really have much, do you?"
I would have responded to the jab at my clothes indignantly if it had not been so true. I nodded. She smiled again.
"Excellent! Come on, lets go see where we can put all of this stuff." She hopped up gracefully from her chair and took my hand, coming slower than normal as if trying not to scare me.
"This is one can of worms you may not want to open, kid," Emmett laughed.
Alice stuck her tongue out at him. "It was open long before she walked into the door, Emmett."
Once again, I was following Alice up the stairs and as we pondered over the growth of my pathetically small wardrobe, I smiled thinking that this was the start of a beautiful friendship.
A/N: Okay, so if I hoped to win any awards with this story the first will probably be Chapter 5 of Confessions: Worst Filler Ever! Congratulations loser! But in a way, I think this chapter was necessary. Anyways, I wanted to apologize again for the time this took. As this chapter was typed up at an incredibly ungodly hour, grammar errors and typos might be inevitable. I promise to correct it as soon as I regain consciousness.
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