Sorry guys I know I'm a total ass-hole for not updating. I've been having some bad personal problems but they're all good now.
I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 11
Its ok, they're not following you, I re-assured myself. I slowed my pace to a quick walk. I made my way through the massive trees that were towering above me. The shadows they were casting still made me uneasy even after years of living amongst then, growing up around them. I noticed a familiar plant embedded in the soil and the foot of one of the trees to my right. I made my way over to the plant and bent down. I smiled to myself when I realised the plant was a Wandering Jew; this meant I was close to home.
The easiest way to lose people in the forest is to pretend that you know where you're going. Many years ago I planted different plants at the foot of different trees, to show me where I am going or where I am. This way I never get lost. The other thing about the Wandering Jew plant's that I planted many years ago, they are enchanted. They don't only guide me to my home, but they protect me from unwanted guests. They are very smart, plants.
I followed the not obvious trail of purple plants. It was twilight, so I had to get home before it gets dark or I really would be lost. I quickened my pace to a jog. I started to notice the familiar aroma of my protective enchantments, provided by my magic plants. People often wonder why different plants have different smells, with the right spells, these smells can be a lot more than just a stench in the air.
I saw my home come into view, a small cottage with a thatched roof. A couple of windows, only because natural light makes spells more powerful. I have many plants growing in my small garden. The wooden fence surrounding my grounds was in need of a fresh layer of paint, but that is a job for another day. I opened my gate and walked quickly up my dirt path. I reached my small door and put my hand on the metal latch, I pulled the latch upwards and then to the left, my door then swung open with ease. I stepped inside and was greeted by a soothing purr coming from my cat once I had closed my door.
I felt a small soft body entwine itself around my ankles.
"Hmm, alo Poppy," I murmured to my always faithful black cat. I bent down and picked up her milk dish and placed a pale blue flower inside it. After placing the dish back in its place beside the door, I could hear Poppy lapping up the newly picked milk with delight. I smiled, amused as to how content an animal could be with food.
I fished in my leather satchel for my freshly picked plants. I had handfuls of different plants; I was well stocked up for Christmas. As I was putting my gatherings into different labelled containers a familiar scent found me. Vampire! I immediately showed my awareness of the creatures to the plants; I showed them how I was ok with them being here. There was only one vampire who knew of my whereabouts, knew how to get here, Bryan! It had been so long since I had seen him last, centuries.
If I hadn't been so caught up on the thought of seeing Bryan again, I would have noticed that there are three vampire scents and a wolf scent. But I didn't notice since I was so eager to have a go at him, for the way he left me last time.
"Sincer copil pe care nu invata-" I began to declare as I walked out my front door, but I was stopped in my tracks at the sight of young female vampire, a slightly older male vampire, an older male vampire and a young wolf- no shape shifter. "Cine esti?" I demanded, pulling out my sword that until this point had been inside its sheath. I stood in a defensive position.
"Please, we don't want to hurt you," pleaded the older male vampire. He had an old English accent, which made sense regarding his blond hair and complexion. I lowered my sword but didn't but it away just yet.
"English?" I asked warily, I only know one vampire and he is English.
"American actually," explained the young female. The other vampire scowled at her and she only shrugged.
"Now, what would American Vampires be doing here?" I questioned the vampire I had first spoken too.
"Could we maybe come inside?" he asked me. I looked around and it was getting dark, so I nodded. I turned around and walked briskly into my home while putting my sword back into its sheath. I heard my door close and could sense more people inside.
"Sit down," I muttered to them while I searched my worktop for some red leaves. I picked up one as Poppy started to hiss. "Poppy, fi frumos!" I scowled my irritated cat as I placed the red leaf into the fireplace. As soon as the red leaf came into contact with the wood, it burst into flames, creating a warm fire. I turned and saw Poppy hissing at the shape shifter, she had her back arched. I bent down and picked her up and then sat down in my armchair by the fireplace. I placed her on my knees and looked up at my guests. They were sitting on the couch across from me. I held Poppy firmly beside me, in fear that she would attack the shape shifter.
"Can I assume you take the form of some sort of dog?" I asked the young tanned shape shifter, who was sitting beside the young girl. He seemed cautious to answer, I noticed him look over at the blond haired vampire who nodded. Interesting.
"Wolf, actually," the shape shifter told me and I nodded. There was an awkward silence in the room.
"Where's Bryan?" I asked in a demanding tone, looking at the blonde vampire. I took an unnecessary deep breath and shifted in his seat slightly.
"Look, Katarina, my name is Carlisle Cullen and I-" he began but I cut him off.
"Where is Bryan?" I demanded through gritted teeth. I could feel an uneasy tension in the room. Nobody said anything for a while.
"Bryan is dead," the younger male vampire muttered. I felt my breathing quicken slightly, and a tear slide down my cheek, neither of which were wanted.
"He told us about you, about what a gifted witch you are, how you have a cure-" Carlisle trailed off.
"Typical Bryan, I always knew letting that sly old player into my life would one day come back and bite me," I mumbled. "Who needs the cure?" I asked, regaining the strength back in my voice.
"I do," said the young girl. "My name is Lisa and I knew Bryan too, for quite a while actually," she trailed off rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. I looked up at her, she was so young. What has Bryan done?
"How old are you?" I asked hoping she'd realise I meant how long has she been a vampire for.
"Just under three months," she explained, this girl must have some real good self-control if she is not ripping my head off right now, not that she'd be able to of course.
"Yes, then it could work, you still have enough venom in your system from the vampire who changed you, do you know where you're parents are?" I asked my mind working quickly, remembering all the ingredients I needed if this was to work.
"I need my parents?" she asked in a defeated tone. I looked up curiously.
"Well think of it logically, human you had the blood of both your mother and father, so to get back to the human you both the blood from mother and father is needed," I explained my logic to her. She sighed and looked as if she was going to cry. She put her head in her hands while the shape shifter put a reassuring hand on her back. I looked at Carlisle for an explanation.
"Lisa doesn't know who her father is, and hasn't seen her mother since she kicked her out just over a year ago," Carlisle explained in a sad tone. I had never pitied a vampire before until now. "There has to be another way?" he continued. I wanted there to be another way, but there just isn't.