Author Note: The Twilight Saga is a franchise owned by one, Stephanie Meyer. This is a fanfiction based on that franchise. I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. I only own Becca Swan and this story.
The air became a tad bit muggy as Becca walked out to her truck. She felt as if she was inhaling water. Edward Cullen left her head swimming. It was an underlining feeling she did not enjoy. Most beautiful vampires had that effect on humans. She did not want that effect on her. He was too good at it. This felt different but she just brushed it off. He was a vampire and the subject of her affairs, it could never be more. She glanced over to him, his aura pulsing with heat as she shook her head. She was more than aware of him staring at her. Watching her from afar. As she reached for her door handle, she loses her balance on a small patch of black ice. She gracefully catches herself but ends up dropping her cigarettes. Shit! Leaning down to grab them, she can see another car out of the corner of her eye backing up. What she doesn't see, however is the student speeding to leave in a hurry narrowly avoiding the car but slides on the black ice. The van heading straight for Becca. As Becca looks up, she can see the van careening towards her. She exhales an icy breath. There is no time. She couldn't move fast enough and she wasn't able to reach for her serum to help. In the blink of an eye, Edward races across the parking lot. He is at her side before she can inhale her next breath. Time seemed to slow. He cradles her close to his cold, stone chest and reaches out. Pushing the van away as it collides with her truck. There is no heartbeat, no warmth yet his aura radiates heat. Becca looks up at him only to realize he is gone.
Becca ran her fingers through her dark brown hair as she watched her father glare at the student who almost killed her. The emergency room doors open as a tall, pale blond doctor walks in. Inhaling deeply, she can smell the frost of glass. God, how many vampires did this town have? She looked at the name on his jacket and her eyes shot wide with surprise. Dr. Carlisle Cullen? "Rebecca." he spoke as she composed herself.
"Just Becca."
"Well, Becca, looks like you took quite the spill. How do you feel?" he pointed a light in her eyes, testing her pupils.
"Um, slightly dizzy, but good." She didn't feel dizzy from the fall or from the collision. But from everything that happen with Edward.
"Look, here." Dr. Cullen asked as he had her follow his finger with her eyes, "You might experience some post traumatic stress and disorientation but your vials look good. No signs of head trauma. I think you'll be just fine." He smiled up at Charlie as Becca pulled her jacket back on.
"Tell, Edward I said thank you."
"Edward?" Charlie inquired, "Your boy?"
"Yeah, Dad," Becca explained as she found relief that her cigarettes were back in her pocket. "He pulled me out of the way."
"Sounds like you were very lucky." Dr. Cullen said in a dismissive tone. Disappointment? It was hard for Becca to be sure whether that disappointment was in the fact that Edward exposed himself or that she knew more than she was letting on. Becca stands and heads out of the emergency room. Just outside of the doorway, Charlie turns to his daughter.
"I got some paperwork to sign. You should probably call your mom."
"You told her?" Becca sighed in annoyance. The last thing she wanted was her mother fawning over her like a sick child.
"Yeah." he shrugged.
"Okay." Becca sighs, watching her father walk off. Taking the opportunity, Becca slips out the side door towards the parking lot. She leans against one of the concrete pillars, lighting her cigarette. Finally. Movement out of the corner of her eye catches her attention. The aura isn't dangerous or at least doesn't pose any to her, she pays no mind to him. She smells him then. Edward. The cool smell of glass is different this time. It's mixed with something more soothing. Sandalwood? she thinks to herself as he approaches her.
"You know, smoking is bad for your health." He smiles at her though she can sense his defensiveness.
"Yeah, but so is lying." smirking at him, she imitates her best devilish grin.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He asks before stepping closer to her.
"About what?" Becca asks, taking a long drag.
"What did you tell them?" the smiles dissipated as the defensiveness grew.
"That you pulled me out of the way."
"That's it?" He seemed genuinely surprised by her answer.
"That's it."
"You sure?" he steps closer to her, an attempt to catch her off guard but Becca knew better than that. She scoffed, turning so she was face to face with him.
"Yeah, no one knows what really happened."
"And what's that?" his voice was cold.
"You stopped the van. You pushed it away with your hand." exhaling smoke away from his face for a moment, she turns back to him, "Your secret is safe with me. Just need to know the truth."
"Can't you just thank me and get over it?" He snarls at her, revealing the glint of a fang.
"Thank you." Becca puts her thumb between her middle and index finger, flicking her smoke across the parking lot. Turning, she glances back, smiling at him. Then leaves without another word.
Open, hollow and cold. That's the feeling of the atmosphere as Becca approaches the house party. Why would Isaac invite me here? She wasn't exactly a party girl. Yet there he was, leaning casually against the door frame. Turning his face, the moonlight illuminated the truth he kept hidden. Except it wasn't Isaac smiling with fangs, it was Edward. "Welcome to my domain, mi Amor."
Becca woke suddenly, sweat dripping off her face. The room was dark except for the rays of moonlight cast from her window. In the glimmer of the dark she saw his face. "Edward?" she exhaled and reached for the light beside her bed. She squinted against the bright light as it illuminated the room. Nothing. No one was there. She was sure someone was there. There was no denying it, someone was watching her. Or maybe she was indeed going crazy and the nightmare of her past enhanced her fear. Standing, she walks over to her closet and pulls out the box hiding her Vigil equipment. Her small, delicate fingers graze a pair of sterilizer knives. "To cleanse the immortal flesh," she whispered to the night air. They were bathed in silver and moonlight. Perfect for exposing the truth behind the mask. Opening the velvet bag, she pulls out a vial; the red and gold liquid swirl around each other but never touch. She stuffs them in her bag, setting them aside for the morning. Begrudgingly, Becca drags herself back to bed, turning off her light. Praying for sleep but sleep would not come. She opted for staring up at her ceiling, making friends with the shadows on the wall.
Its green, beautiful, lush green as Becca puts out a cigarette staring out into the woods of her backyard. She opted to stay home from school. She needed a day to think and a day to prepare. "Not bad, Swan," she remarks to herself as she assesses the practice course she set up deep in the woods behind her house. At this point, she was more than grateful that her Dad didn't pry. Reaching into her pocket, she grabs the vial of her ability serum. Cracking the seal open, she downs the vial. Deep breaths, she tells herself though, she still could never prepare herself for feeling of it. It burned, fire in her throat. A thousand years of pain, suffering and clarity. Her pupils widened as her eyes changed from hazy blue green to a deep burnt orange. She smiled up at the dark clouds over head. Yes, rain and silence are good things. Grasping the blade at her hip, she takes off into the woods. Impossibly fast, she jumps off of the trees; becoming one with the wind and the rain. A simple over elaborate flip commands itself of her muscles as she lands perfectly on her feet. She turns and throws the sterilizing knives through the wood. They hiss as they slice through the rain drops. Thunk! Becca smiled wide. The sickening blissful sound of her blades imbedding themselves in the trunk of a tree. The vibration of her cell phone, breaks through her concentration. "Hello?"
"Hey! You missed the fieldtrip." Mike Newton said over the phone. His voice dripping with disappointment.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Still not feeling one hundred percent." She wasn't really sorry. She was actually pretty relieved to not have the Forks High Concubines up her butt about every little thing.
"I get that." Do you, Mike? She asked herself as she leaned back against a tree. She listened to Mike go on about the field trip before he got to his main point of calling, "Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go to prom with me?" Ugh! What was she? The conquest of another notch in his bedpost? Pass. Hard Pass.
"Mike, I think you should ask Jessica."
"Why?"
"Because she's a better match for you." Becca said. If she had let him down any more gently, he'd be floating on a cloud.
"Oh..." disappointment once more struck his voice. "Okay. Feel better." Becca closed her phone and reached for a cigarette. Snap! The break a twig caught her attention as she turned to see Edward Cullen standing next to the pine tree where her knives were imbedded. Annoyed, she lights her cigarette.
"You should quit smoking." He says to her, as she takes a long drag.
"You should quit following me." Silence, it hung in the air between her words. He was looking at her. Really looking at her. His aura pulsing with heat. Why does he have to make me feel so warm and welcome? It disturbed her. It disturbed her not because it felt uncomfortable. But because she was actually growing fond of it. Pulling the smoke from her lips, she exhales into the air.
"Becca, we shouldn't be friends." His voice was cold but his aura contradicted every attempt to persuade her otherwise. Becca chuckled.
"What made you think we were friends?" She stepped forward, pulling her knives from the tree. One at a time. "You could have let the van crush me, saved yourself all this regret."
"You think," Edward leaned closer to her, "I regret saving you?"
"Clearly, guilty about something. Why else are you here?" Flipping the knives gracefully between her fingers before putting them back in her holsters, caught his attention. There was something different about her. He just couldn't place what. This unnerved him.
"You don't know anything about me." his words spat venom in her face which Becca deflected with a laugh as she turned away from him.
"Believe what you want." she chuckled once more as she casually looked back over her shoulder, seeing Edward shifting his weight from the tree. "Go home, Edward!" she called to him as she entered her house.
Shit that's hot! Becca exclaims in her mind as she opens the four hundred degree oven. Heat flushes her face as she pulls the tray out. Charlie sits down at the table as he smiles at his daughter, "Smells good."
"Hope you like meatloaf." Becca says as she cuts into the dinner; meatloaf, mashed potatoes and green beans. She piles the food high on two light green plates.
"Your mom called again." Charlie remarks as Becca sighs.
"Well, that's your fault. Shouldn't have told her about the almost accident. Beer?" Charlie nods as Becca grabs a can from the fridge.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. She does know how to worry." Becca sets down his beer and a plate of food. "She seems different." Her dad says as Becca sits down with her plate. "Seems happy."
"Good." Picking up her fork, Becca casually eats her food. She didn't want to hear about her mom. She didn't want to deal with her unnecessary coddling.
"Phil sounds like an alright guy." Charlie attempts to make conversation despite Becca's lack of interest.
"He's," she pauses, taking a sip of her water, "Phil." Reaching across the table, Becca grabs her pack of cigarettes after she puts her fork down. She cooked now it was his turn to do the dishes.
Taking a sip of his beer, Charlie sighs, "You ever gonna quit?"
"Eventually." Becca says, pulling a smoke out with her teeth before heading outside.