The Other Cullen. Chapter 1
Edward Cullen, my husband, didn't even tell me.
Carlisle had breeded another stranger into the vampiric world. Yet, whenever I tríed to scam either of my sisters ans brothers, they would have a pained look in her their Golden eyes.
"Rosalie, please." I begged as I stroked my daughter's, Renesmee, hair. Rosalie was throwing together an outfit for Renesmee. She turned towards me and gave me an irritated look. "Honestly, Bella... I don't want to talk about it. Neither do Emmett, Edward, Alice, Jasped, Carlisle, and Esme." She dropped Renesmee's clothing onto the bed and stalked off. Her blonde curls bouncing lightly.
I sighed and looked down at Nessie. Her palid skin was brilliantly shining as a small crack— in Me and Edward' room—peered behind the curtains of the huge windows.
"Rose gets the worst part, love." A velvet voice cooed.
"How so?" I asked. Edward Cullen sat next to me. His Golden eyes were vulnerable and indifferent. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. "I never thought that she'd ever come back into the minds of us Cullens and Hales," He paused to braid a small piece of Renesmee's hair. "But, she's special I guess. She was only 17. Her long Black hair trailed down her back. She had the purest shade of Golden. Her gift was strange.. Stranger than the rest of our gifts. She could.. Steal anyone's memories and—If they had abilities— she could take those too. Just by one touch," The rest of the Cullens were in the room now. They had overheard. Esme was leaning against Carlisle for support. She had felt she had lost one if her own. Alice and Jasper sitting silently on the love couch. Emmett was standing; Looking through small cracks in the curtains. But, No Rosalie.
"She was unique." Carlisle commented. His Blonde hair looking imperfect for the first time in ages.
"What was her name?"
"Gwendolyn Tod." Alice interfered as Carlisle was about to reply. Her wide smile, or energetic eyes were gone. "She was just like you, Bella. Except.. More... Dark. Carlisle found her almost dead by the river. She had about drowned."
"Was it suicide?" I questioned. Feeling the anxiety of the girl so interesting and angst.
"I wasn't sure,"" Emmett said, his usual goofy grin had also dissapeared from reality. "I was 'hunting' when I found her body floating. Luckily, She still Had a pulse. I took her to Carlisle, knowing I wouldn't leave her there like some piece of trash." He grimaced. Rosalie soon decided to walk in and comfort her husband. She layed one delicate hand on his muscular arm. "Gwendolyn, was like a daughter to both Emmett and I, Bella. Even though she was already 17. We felt like parents to her. She was a little rough at times. She had a bit of a taste for Black. Instead of pinks and blues. You know? Like an ordinary girl." Rosalie murmured the whole thing.
So, Gwendolyn was basically one of those Goth kids? That's pretty hard to handle with.
I nodded, listening to everyone's part of the story. Esme felt like a grandmother, Carlisle felt like a grandfather, Edward like an uncle (Really cute), Jasper the Same, and Alice an aunt.
I plucked at Renesmee's hair. She jumped out of her shoes and ran. Oh, no. The werewolf is here.
"Jacob..." I released a small sigh.
Jacob came bouncing in; Renesmee in his arms. She was giggilin like there was no tomorrow. "Woah, what's up with the tension?" Jake asked, grinning.
I shot him a look. He rolled his eyes and walked out, knowing he had interupted—As he called it, "A Bloodsucker Meet."— I gazed back to Carlisle. "So, you bit her?"
He shook his head, and completely ignored my question.
"Let's hunt, shall we?" Carlisle gave a weak smile to Esme before darting off. Emmett tried to crack a smile, but failed; keeping his frown. He ran off with Rosalie. Jasper and Alice, staying behind to watch the so-called-dog. Edward and I gave reasuring smiles and followed the other two Odd couples.
Will I ever get to meet,"Gwendolyn Tod"? I thought; making sure to block my thoughts from Edward.
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Love it? Hate it? Should I continue?
Edward Cullen, my husband, didn't even tell me.
Carlisle had breeded another stranger into the vampiric world. Yet, whenever I tríed to scam either of my sisters ans brothers, they would have a pained look in her their Golden eyes.
"Rosalie, please." I begged as I stroked my daughter's, Renesmee, hair. Rosalie was throwing together an outfit for Renesmee. She turned towards me and gave me an irritated look. "Honestly, Bella... I don't want to talk about it. Neither do Emmett, Edward, Alice, Jasped, Carlisle, and Esme." She dropped Renesmee's clothing onto the bed and stalked off. Her blonde curls bouncing lightly.
I sighed and looked down at Nessie. Her palid skin was brilliantly shining as a small crack— in Me and Edward' room—peered behind the curtains of the huge windows.
"Rose gets the worst part, love." A velvet voice cooed.
"How so?" I asked. Edward Cullen sat next to me. His Golden eyes were vulnerable and indifferent. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. "I never thought that she'd ever come back into the minds of us Cullens and Hales," He paused to braid a small piece of Renesmee's hair. "But, she's special I guess. She was only 17. Her long Black hair trailed down her back. She had the purest shade of Golden. Her gift was strange.. Stranger than the rest of our gifts. She could.. Steal anyone's memories and—If they had abilities— she could take those too. Just by one touch," The rest of the Cullens were in the room now. They had overheard. Esme was leaning against Carlisle for support. She had felt she had lost one if her own. Alice and Jasper sitting silently on the love couch. Emmett was standing; Looking through small cracks in the curtains. But, No Rosalie.
"She was unique." Carlisle commented. His Blonde hair looking imperfect for the first time in ages.
"What was her name?"
"Gwendolyn Tod." Alice interfered as Carlisle was about to reply. Her wide smile, or energetic eyes were gone. "She was just like you, Bella. Except.. More... Dark. Carlisle found her almost dead by the river. She had about drowned."
"Was it suicide?" I questioned. Feeling the anxiety of the girl so interesting and angst.
"I wasn't sure,"" Emmett said, his usual goofy grin had also dissapeared from reality. "I was 'hunting' when I found her body floating. Luckily, She still Had a pulse. I took her to Carlisle, knowing I wouldn't leave her there like some piece of trash." He grimaced. Rosalie soon decided to walk in and comfort her husband. She layed one delicate hand on his muscular arm. "Gwendolyn, was like a daughter to both Emmett and I, Bella. Even though she was already 17. We felt like parents to her. She was a little rough at times. She had a bit of a taste for Black. Instead of pinks and blues. You know? Like an ordinary girl." Rosalie murmured the whole thing.
So, Gwendolyn was basically one of those Goth kids? That's pretty hard to handle with.
I nodded, listening to everyone's part of the story. Esme felt like a grandmother, Carlisle felt like a grandfather, Edward like an uncle (Really cute), Jasper the Same, and Alice an aunt.
I plucked at Renesmee's hair. She jumped out of her shoes and ran. Oh, no. The werewolf is here.
"Jacob..." I released a small sigh.
Jacob came bouncing in; Renesmee in his arms. She was giggilin like there was no tomorrow. "Woah, what's up with the tension?" Jake asked, grinning.
I shot him a look. He rolled his eyes and walked out, knowing he had interupted—As he called it, "A Bloodsucker Meet."— I gazed back to Carlisle. "So, you bit her?"
He shook his head, and completely ignored my question.
"Let's hunt, shall we?" Carlisle gave a weak smile to Esme before darting off. Emmett tried to crack a smile, but failed; keeping his frown. He ran off with Rosalie. Jasper and Alice, staying behind to watch the so-called-dog. Edward and I gave reasuring smiles and followed the other two Odd couples.
Will I ever get to meet,"Gwendolyn Tod"? I thought; making sure to block my thoughts from Edward.
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Love it? Hate it? Should I continue?
