I don't know what I expected the inside of a vampire's house to look like, but this wasn't it. It was weirdly elegant, but also kind of rustic, like none of the decorations were from this century. Honestly, it reminded me of my grandmom's house. I inhale deeply at the smell of food cooking. I hadn't really thought about eating for a while. Maybe this was why the twins had no food in their house. With so much going on, who even thought about food?
When we walked in the living room, and every caramel eye turned to us, I took the time to take them all in. How old were they anyway? Not that I would ask that. That was just rude. I'd be sure to tell them all they didn't look a day over twenty. Damien's head whips to a boy with copper hair when he chuckles at an unheard joke. I arch a brow at him and he nods slightly to me, as if in welcome.
"If you're from La Push, why would the wolves be interested in hurting you?" He asks, as if he could hear everything that was said outside. Maybe he could. Damien puts a protective hand on my waist, pressing me hard into his side, but I have a feeling it was to restrain himself, not me. Matt sees this and frowns, before glancing at Tyler and taking a step forward.
"My niece was bitten by one of your kind about a year ago. We keep her locked in one of the rooms in our house, and let her feed on us daily," he explains as he rolls up his sleeve to show off a bite mark on the smooth surface of his arm. Each face in the room had a concentrated expression burned on, as if they were processing but at the same time searching for an explanation. "The wolves don't see it that way. They want her…killed."
Damien stepped in then, his chest pushed out in an effort to stay strong. "At first it was okay, there were only one or two wolves that we knew of, but now there're more of them. They keep turning and changing. We don't want to kill them, they're….they're family, but we need her safe." Maybe Damien should have been a teacher. He had an authority about him that the others didn't have. I smile up at him, but he doesn't see it. The crowd is silent for a minute before an older male in the group stands and runs a hand through his blond hair.
"You want protection for her." He nods in understanding, as if he knows the feeling. Maybe he was a father too. "But we don't drink human blood. If she stays with us, she'll have to follow our rules." He says, his eyes trained on Tyler, as if he knows that it's his daughter in question. Tyler nods, his eyes red as if he's pushing back tears.
"We can bring her tonight." I tell them, a smile on my face. For some reason, I didn't have a doubt that they'd help us. There was this feeling about them. I glance to a boy at the back of the room that I hadn't noticed before. He had his arm wrapped loving around Alice, and held my eye contact for so long it got creepy. I cough and turn to Damien who releases my waist and moves to shake the hand of the man we found out was Carlisle.
Before we left, I had to ask. "What did you mean about visions?" I ask Alice, who lets a sly smile slip onto her face.