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Laughter Equalizes
As soon as I thought about standing, I was up. I looked around the room, seeing it in High Definition. Breathing didn’t seem as important. I watched as everyone but Edward left the torn up room I was in.
I reviewed my last waking moments, and gingerly felt my throat. I found only silken perfection, instead of the gapping wound that should be there.
The room held a wooden chair and a mirror, that miraculously survived the failing of my fists during my healing. I could see it was really a suite, with a living room attached to what must have been a bedroom.
I could piece it together. If I pretended I was stark raving mad and all the stupid fairy tales I’d heard as a child were true.
Then I was a vampire now, because I wasn’t dead. And a vampire was standing in front of me. It is amazing what I couldn’t see before, with normal eyes. How could I have missed the gentle sparkle to Edward’s skin? I had looked right past the amazing splashes of yellow, gold and amber that made up his eyes
I knew from my thirst that I wanted something. I have never craved red sludge with an iron aftertaste, but now I did. I wanted it more then anything.
Maybe this had to be a dream. I punched myself in the face. It was like trying to stop a train with my nose. I heard the sickening crunch of my cheekbones, and anything else that was important to my facial structure. I stood up and could see the reflection of me in the mirror. My hair looked great. My face, on the other hand looked like a human pug dog.
Great. Not only is this not a dream, but also I managed to make myself the ugliest vampire in the world with minutes of coming to my senses.
As I watched, the face before me uncrumpled,. I could feel the bones knitting back together like a sponge regaining it’s shape after being squeezed.
Soon, I was staring at my unsmooshed face again. Not my face really, but the face you picture just before you look in the mirror. No freckles, pimples or weird sloops. The perfect version of my face.
I wanted to eat. I wanted to run through the walls of this place all Fred Flintstone, leaving me-shaped holes in my wake.
I looked at the wooden chair to my left. As soon as I thought about it, my body reacted. I was holding a jagged piece of the chair. I grabbed it with both of my hands.
I knew what I was. I wanted blood. Right away, I could feel the changes to my cells, my moral compass. I would make excuses for the dead bodies.
I knew I would never stop. Ever. I would kill.
I grabbed my make shift stake and jammed it into my chest.
I waited. It was uncomfortable. I could tolerate it, but I sure didn’t like it.
“Well that won’t work” Edward said in an amused and slightly condescending tone. “Forget silver, crosses, garlic too.”
From the dying night, I remembered it seemed like could hear my thoughts. I wonder if he could still.
“Yes, I can.” He immediately responded in a totally emo put upon way.
“I am not Emo”
He strode up to me purposefully.
I did not know what his intention was.
Kiss! I thought in a panic.
What does my breath smell like after being dead? I bet my armpits smell like skunk.
He started laughing. I noticed, belatedly, that he had pulled the stake out of my chest.
“You have an amusing head” He lifted one corner of his mouth in a half smile.
“Kiss my ass.” I grabbed my throat, shocked. I recalled this feeling, when you suck on a helium balloon, and your voice gets all chipmunky.
But instead of chipmunk I was rocking sultry, scratchy woman voice.
He stopped laughing and looked searchingly into my eyes.
“Your change is different. I don’t think your throat completely healed”
He stepped closer again.
“Relax, your breath is fine. And I don't plan on sniffing your underarms.”
He rolled a set of amber golden eyes towards the ceiling.
“Would you mind very much if I touched your neck?”
I nodded my consent and moved my hands.
What could he possibly do? Kill me?
His hands rested on my neck while his thumbs caressed the front of my throat. The shiver went down my spine
“Sorry, that might be a sensitive part for you for a while, considering how you went.”
You mean how I was killed. I thought in his direction.
"Rick sent me mixed messages; he was definite on one course of action. Then, he did the exact opposite. I am so sorry”
He continued, “Listen, If I am reading your thoughts right, you are clinging to the last vestiges of reason you had as a human.”
I almost laughed. He sounded so clinical.
“Well, I do have a few medical degrees.” He was trying to keep this exchange light on purpose.
For humans or monsters?
Before he could answer, my emotions got the best of me. Like the crack of a whip, the word “monster” on my psyche filled my body with shame and anger. I did not want this.
My thoughts were beginning to change into blocks of colors filled with needs. The blocks shuffled in front of my eyes like a view master toy. It settled on red.
Red. Feed. Red.
“You are very strong right now, all newborn vampires are. And you want to eat, I understand. My family and I, we only drink the blood of animals. Not humans.”
I could feel my good sense leaving. I pictured myself as a shark, teeth lunging out and my eyes sealing shut.
“Sasha, if you leave this room, that feeling, that shark-like feeling, will make you kill people. Sasha?”
I focused again on his face, but I could feel myself slipping into an abyss of need.
“Sasha, if you leave this suite, you will kill children, too.” Edward was waiting to see if his dire words had sunk in.
They had. I nodded just as Emmett wrestled a bucking deer into the room.
I tracked the deer with every heightened sense I had. Before it could leap over the living room couch, I was on its back. For a spilt second, it was like I was riding the deer. We tumbled together on the antique oriental rug. I scrambled to get near its neck. In a last bid to save its life, it began failing its hoofs. I took at least two good cracks in the face, before I was able to latch onto its chest with my teeth. I drained the warm blood so fast and so furiously; I had almost my whole head in its body. When there was nothing left to its corpse, I pulled my head out. Just like a tick, bloated on another living thing.
I looked around the suite living room. A good portion was destroyed. It looked like a couple of football teams had run through with sledgehammers.
I felt sated, but I was still hungering for human blood.
I looked at the two vampires. We all waited. For something.
Maybe an explanation, maybe comfort for my first kill.
What I didn’t expect was the laughing. The silence was broken by a snort filled, knee slapping, hilarious laughter.
“You..and then.. the deer..and the hooves..and the mess” Emmett was trying to talk, but gave into the peels of cackles.
Edward tried to look stoic, but he gave in, laughing eventually too.
I stomped out of the living room slammed the door to the bedroom that was “mine”.
As the door flew off it’s hinges and embedded itself into the wall, the living room laughing reached a fever pitch. As I stood in my now doorless room, I couldn’t help but notice that the men sounded exactly human. Laughter was the great equalizer.
Amiss all stunned senses, I found myself laughing too.
As soon as I thought about standing, I was up. I looked around the room, seeing it in High Definition. Breathing didn’t seem as important. I watched as everyone but Edward left the torn up room I was in.
I reviewed my last waking moments, and gingerly felt my throat. I found only silken perfection, instead of the gapping wound that should be there.
The room held a wooden chair and a mirror, that miraculously survived the failing of my fists during my healing. I could see it was really a suite, with a living room attached to what must have been a bedroom.
I could piece it together. If I pretended I was stark raving mad and all the stupid fairy tales I’d heard as a child were true.
Then I was a vampire now, because I wasn’t dead. And a vampire was standing in front of me. It is amazing what I couldn’t see before, with normal eyes. How could I have missed the gentle sparkle to Edward’s skin? I had looked right past the amazing splashes of yellow, gold and amber that made up his eyes
I knew from my thirst that I wanted something. I have never craved red sludge with an iron aftertaste, but now I did. I wanted it more then anything.
Maybe this had to be a dream. I punched myself in the face. It was like trying to stop a train with my nose. I heard the sickening crunch of my cheekbones, and anything else that was important to my facial structure. I stood up and could see the reflection of me in the mirror. My hair looked great. My face, on the other hand looked like a human pug dog.
Great. Not only is this not a dream, but also I managed to make myself the ugliest vampire in the world with minutes of coming to my senses.
As I watched, the face before me uncrumpled,. I could feel the bones knitting back together like a sponge regaining it’s shape after being squeezed.
Soon, I was staring at my unsmooshed face again. Not my face really, but the face you picture just before you look in the mirror. No freckles, pimples or weird sloops. The perfect version of my face.
I wanted to eat. I wanted to run through the walls of this place all Fred Flintstone, leaving me-shaped holes in my wake.
I looked at the wooden chair to my left. As soon as I thought about it, my body reacted. I was holding a jagged piece of the chair. I grabbed it with both of my hands.
I knew what I was. I wanted blood. Right away, I could feel the changes to my cells, my moral compass. I would make excuses for the dead bodies.
I knew I would never stop. Ever. I would kill.
I grabbed my make shift stake and jammed it into my chest.
I waited. It was uncomfortable. I could tolerate it, but I sure didn’t like it.
“Well that won’t work” Edward said in an amused and slightly condescending tone. “Forget silver, crosses, garlic too.”
From the dying night, I remembered it seemed like could hear my thoughts. I wonder if he could still.
“Yes, I can.” He immediately responded in a totally emo put upon way.
“I am not Emo”
He strode up to me purposefully.
I did not know what his intention was.
Kiss! I thought in a panic.
What does my breath smell like after being dead? I bet my armpits smell like skunk.
He started laughing. I noticed, belatedly, that he had pulled the stake out of my chest.
“You have an amusing head” He lifted one corner of his mouth in a half smile.
“Kiss my ass.” I grabbed my throat, shocked. I recalled this feeling, when you suck on a helium balloon, and your voice gets all chipmunky.
But instead of chipmunk I was rocking sultry, scratchy woman voice.
He stopped laughing and looked searchingly into my eyes.
“Your change is different. I don’t think your throat completely healed”
He stepped closer again.
“Relax, your breath is fine. And I don't plan on sniffing your underarms.”
He rolled a set of amber golden eyes towards the ceiling.
“Would you mind very much if I touched your neck?”
I nodded my consent and moved my hands.
What could he possibly do? Kill me?
His hands rested on my neck while his thumbs caressed the front of my throat. The shiver went down my spine
“Sorry, that might be a sensitive part for you for a while, considering how you went.”
You mean how I was killed. I thought in his direction.
"Rick sent me mixed messages; he was definite on one course of action. Then, he did the exact opposite. I am so sorry”
He continued, “Listen, If I am reading your thoughts right, you are clinging to the last vestiges of reason you had as a human.”
I almost laughed. He sounded so clinical.
“Well, I do have a few medical degrees.” He was trying to keep this exchange light on purpose.
For humans or monsters?
Before he could answer, my emotions got the best of me. Like the crack of a whip, the word “monster” on my psyche filled my body with shame and anger. I did not want this.
My thoughts were beginning to change into blocks of colors filled with needs. The blocks shuffled in front of my eyes like a view master toy. It settled on red.
Red. Feed. Red.
“You are very strong right now, all newborn vampires are. And you want to eat, I understand. My family and I, we only drink the blood of animals. Not humans.”
I could feel my good sense leaving. I pictured myself as a shark, teeth lunging out and my eyes sealing shut.
“Sasha, if you leave this room, that feeling, that shark-like feeling, will make you kill people. Sasha?”
I focused again on his face, but I could feel myself slipping into an abyss of need.
“Sasha, if you leave this suite, you will kill children, too.” Edward was waiting to see if his dire words had sunk in.
They had. I nodded just as Emmett wrestled a bucking deer into the room.
I tracked the deer with every heightened sense I had. Before it could leap over the living room couch, I was on its back. For a spilt second, it was like I was riding the deer. We tumbled together on the antique oriental rug. I scrambled to get near its neck. In a last bid to save its life, it began failing its hoofs. I took at least two good cracks in the face, before I was able to latch onto its chest with my teeth. I drained the warm blood so fast and so furiously; I had almost my whole head in its body. When there was nothing left to its corpse, I pulled my head out. Just like a tick, bloated on another living thing.
I looked around the suite living room. A good portion was destroyed. It looked like a couple of football teams had run through with sledgehammers.
I felt sated, but I was still hungering for human blood.
I looked at the two vampires. We all waited. For something.
Maybe an explanation, maybe comfort for my first kill.
What I didn’t expect was the laughing. The silence was broken by a snort filled, knee slapping, hilarious laughter.
“You..and then.. the deer..and the hooves..and the mess” Emmett was trying to talk, but gave into the peels of cackles.
Edward tried to look stoic, but he gave in, laughing eventually too.
I stomped out of the living room slammed the door to the bedroom that was “mine”.
As the door flew off it’s hinges and embedded itself into the wall, the living room laughing reached a fever pitch. As I stood in my now doorless room, I couldn’t help but notice that the men sounded exactly human. Laughter was the great equalizer.
Amiss all stunned senses, I found myself laughing too.
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Frozen Sunshine
Jasper repaired my door. I needed a barrier between the world, and me, even if it was as useless as roller skates on ice.
I was a feral vampire for the first month. I was crazy and wild and sane all at the same time. Emmett, the big dummy that laughed at my first feeding, seemed burdened with the task of feeding me. He spent time driving a huge Jeep back and forth to the suburbs. On the way up it was empty. On the way back, the Jeep was full of fur and hooves. The deer were always limp from a sleeper hold that Emmett had perfected.
A shot of adrenaline brought the doomed animal to consciousness just in time to run away from me.
Jasper, the apparent newborn vampire specialist, always watched my kills as if evaluating an Olympic hopeful trying to master a dive into a pool.
A big ol’ pool of blood.
I spent my time in the suite. Alternately wrecking the place like a drunken rock star, and cleaning up after myself remorsefully.
The sweet, motherly vampire, Esme, tried slipping some books to me, to entertain this new baggy brain of mine. It would start out fine until the book caused me to feel an emotion, then I would rip the book to shreds like a Tasmanian devil. I begged Esme to save her books from the torment at my hands.
Edward never showed his face. I tried not to care and every time I forced indifference on this tricky head, I would find myself embedded in the ceiling using my hands like cat claws.
Emmett found me dangling from the ceiling, when he hefted my snack in the door one evening. He shook his head and snickered.
“Hey Spiderwoman, dinner is served.” He lumped the fuzzy brown animal on the floor and was flicking the injection needle with his finger.
“Wait. Emmett, that is a freaking lion.” I was down from the ceiling and standing next to him.
His singsong, “Lions and Bears and Tigers, Oh my” was my only answer.
Emmett squeezed the needle until a clear fluid popped out of the top.
I put my hand on his. “Dude, where did you get the freaking lion?”
“The zoo.” He rolled his amber eyes, “It’s not like we’re in the God damn outback.”
“Put it back.” I took a few steps back and embedded my hands in the wall.
I heard an exasperated sigh, “Do you know how hard it is to sneak in the zoo, subdue a lion and drag it the hell out. I thought this would be a nice treat for you.” Now, I think he was getting a little pissed.
“I appreciate that, really Emmett I do. But for one, I don’t think it was that flipping hard for you to steal it. And for two.” I paused. Human emotion flickered through me.
“My kids have a field trip to visit the zoo at the end of the school year.”
Emmett took his baseball cap and ruffled his hair in frustration. “Fine.” He lifted the huge, beautiful animal easily on his shoulder. “I will put it freaking back in its God damn cage.”
It had been exactly 2,629,743.83 seconds since I had woken up to my own scream. One whole month. Jasper stood in my room with his eyes sparkling, “You, my friend, are ready to join us in the penthouse.”
“What?” I looked at the door that Emmett had left open. It separated me from the classy vampires on the other side.
He held his open palm towards the door. I guess all the watching he did really did have a purpose. “You have done a magnificent job keeping yourself in this suite.”
I had spent an excruciating amount of time reliving Edward’s words. “Sasha, if you leave this place, you will kill children, too.” Those words kept me in my prison.
“Of course, you have to remain in the penthouse.” Jasper was so debonair, he made a commend sound like an invitation.
I stepped carefully to the door. I peeked out of the doorframe like a mouse leaving its hole. Timid.
What I saw in the spacious rooms scared me. The expensive antiques, beautiful artwork and pristine, unclawed walls seemed so vulnerable to my iron like hands.
As I passed Jasper, I felt a bolster to my confidence. A calm, relaxed feeling tingled through my body. I picked my way out and sat carefully on a white sofa, sitting on my hands. Jasper sat on the opposing love seat and began chatting about his vampire family. Like this was completely normal.
According to Jasper, I would come to know and love his lady, Alice. She had visions of future events. He explained that he could affect feelings in another, and he proved it by making me giddy, calm and then giddy again.
Emmett was strong and Rosalie, his lady, was pretty. I guess they didn’t have any exceptional qualities, except of course, drinking blood and living forever.
Dr. Cullen and Esme were a couple. He was a gifted doctor, and she was a mother through and through.
He covered the basics about never sleeping (I had kind of figured that one out for myself, being that there was no bed in my room and I never got tired.)I was surprised to see the sun peeking into the sky. We had exhausted the evening with Vampire 101.
Jasper had left Edward out of his commentary. I was about to ask a question regarding his apparent missing in action status, when Edward walked in the penthouse door.
Jasper stood from the couch, excused himself and left, nodding at Edward on the way out.
I watched as Edward took Jasper’s place. His hair was falling rakishly in front of his eyes. His outfit screamed money and style. I looked down at my grubby scrubs. Dr. Cullen had provided me with an endless supply of the free-fitting, cotton get ups, when it was determined I was an excessively sloppy eater. And also, the little tendency for ripping things to shreds applied to books as well as clothes.
I ran a hand through some very tangled hair. I had not thought of much other than not leaving the suite for a month.
“Emmett called to tell me you had been granted parole.” His voice was more exquisite than angels humming the Ava Maria. He smiled a crooked smile.
“You did great Sasha, really great.” I couldn’t for the life of me classify anything I did to or in the suite as great.
I began running through the things Jasper had acquainted me with about vampires in my mind.
“He forgot something.” He pursed his lips in thought. “Come with me, you need to know why we can’t go in the sunlight.” His voice was quiet, like he regretted what he was saying.
He walked to the sliding door. The door was the only flaw in the floor to ceiling windows that encased the penthouse.
“We live in a warehouse district, so no one will see us.” He hesitated as I watched wide-eyed. Was he about to burst into flames?
He smiled and chuckled his way through the word, “No.” He faced me and stepped backwards onto the balcony that seemed to circle the whole building.
The sunbeam hit him like a shower of magic. His skin glittered like a million crystals.
I held a hand to my mouth in surprise You look like frozen sunshine! I was still standing safely in the shade of building. I reached my hand out and then snatched it back.
He face was achingly sad, despite the quiet fireworks his skin was displaying for me.
Does it hurt very much? I thought.
“No, it feels quite nice, actually.” He held his graceful hand out to me. I accepted the gentlemanly offer, as I stepped into the warmth that embraced me. My hand began the same, strange process of turning into a work of ethereal art. I looked in the reflective windows, seeing us together standing like two falling stars suspended in time.
“The Volturi forbids us from stepping into the sun around humans for the obvious reasons,” He motioned to the glass that was struggling to correctly reflect the brilliance we were emanating. Edward motioned for me to join him back inside the penthouse. I felt a little reluctant. When you could do something so beautiful, it felt like you should share it with the world.
Edward secured the door shut and smiled in my direction. “You have been sharing beautiful things with the world for a while.” I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “The children and of course the ghosts.” Being complemented by Edward felt like a free fall drop, exhilarating and addicting.
Jasper repaired my door. I needed a barrier between the world, and me, even if it was as useless as roller skates on ice.
I was a feral vampire for the first month. I was crazy and wild and sane all at the same time. Emmett, the big dummy that laughed at my first feeding, seemed burdened with the task of feeding me. He spent time driving a huge Jeep back and forth to the suburbs. On the way up it was empty. On the way back, the Jeep was full of fur and hooves. The deer were always limp from a sleeper hold that Emmett had perfected.
A shot of adrenaline brought the doomed animal to consciousness just in time to run away from me.
Jasper, the apparent newborn vampire specialist, always watched my kills as if evaluating an Olympic hopeful trying to master a dive into a pool.
A big ol’ pool of blood.
I spent my time in the suite. Alternately wrecking the place like a drunken rock star, and cleaning up after myself remorsefully.
The sweet, motherly vampire, Esme, tried slipping some books to me, to entertain this new baggy brain of mine. It would start out fine until the book caused me to feel an emotion, then I would rip the book to shreds like a Tasmanian devil. I begged Esme to save her books from the torment at my hands.
Edward never showed his face. I tried not to care and every time I forced indifference on this tricky head, I would find myself embedded in the ceiling using my hands like cat claws.
Emmett found me dangling from the ceiling, when he hefted my snack in the door one evening. He shook his head and snickered.
“Hey Spiderwoman, dinner is served.” He lumped the fuzzy brown animal on the floor and was flicking the injection needle with his finger.
“Wait. Emmett, that is a freaking lion.” I was down from the ceiling and standing next to him.
His singsong, “Lions and Bears and Tigers, Oh my” was my only answer.
Emmett squeezed the needle until a clear fluid popped out of the top.
I put my hand on his. “Dude, where did you get the freaking lion?”
“The zoo.” He rolled his amber eyes, “It’s not like we’re in the God damn outback.”
“Put it back.” I took a few steps back and embedded my hands in the wall.
I heard an exasperated sigh, “Do you know how hard it is to sneak in the zoo, subdue a lion and drag it the hell out. I thought this would be a nice treat for you.” Now, I think he was getting a little pissed.
“I appreciate that, really Emmett I do. But for one, I don’t think it was that flipping hard for you to steal it. And for two.” I paused. Human emotion flickered through me.
“My kids have a field trip to visit the zoo at the end of the school year.”
Emmett took his baseball cap and ruffled his hair in frustration. “Fine.” He lifted the huge, beautiful animal easily on his shoulder. “I will put it freaking back in its God damn cage.”
It had been exactly 2,629,743.83 seconds since I had woken up to my own scream. One whole month. Jasper stood in my room with his eyes sparkling, “You, my friend, are ready to join us in the penthouse.”
“What?” I looked at the door that Emmett had left open. It separated me from the classy vampires on the other side.
He held his open palm towards the door. I guess all the watching he did really did have a purpose. “You have done a magnificent job keeping yourself in this suite.”
I had spent an excruciating amount of time reliving Edward’s words. “Sasha, if you leave this place, you will kill children, too.” Those words kept me in my prison.
“Of course, you have to remain in the penthouse.” Jasper was so debonair, he made a commend sound like an invitation.
I stepped carefully to the door. I peeked out of the doorframe like a mouse leaving its hole. Timid.
What I saw in the spacious rooms scared me. The expensive antiques, beautiful artwork and pristine, unclawed walls seemed so vulnerable to my iron like hands.
As I passed Jasper, I felt a bolster to my confidence. A calm, relaxed feeling tingled through my body. I picked my way out and sat carefully on a white sofa, sitting on my hands. Jasper sat on the opposing love seat and began chatting about his vampire family. Like this was completely normal.
According to Jasper, I would come to know and love his lady, Alice. She had visions of future events. He explained that he could affect feelings in another, and he proved it by making me giddy, calm and then giddy again.
Emmett was strong and Rosalie, his lady, was pretty. I guess they didn’t have any exceptional qualities, except of course, drinking blood and living forever.
Dr. Cullen and Esme were a couple. He was a gifted doctor, and she was a mother through and through.
He covered the basics about never sleeping (I had kind of figured that one out for myself, being that there was no bed in my room and I never got tired.)I was surprised to see the sun peeking into the sky. We had exhausted the evening with Vampire 101.
Jasper had left Edward out of his commentary. I was about to ask a question regarding his apparent missing in action status, when Edward walked in the penthouse door.
Jasper stood from the couch, excused himself and left, nodding at Edward on the way out.
I watched as Edward took Jasper’s place. His hair was falling rakishly in front of his eyes. His outfit screamed money and style. I looked down at my grubby scrubs. Dr. Cullen had provided me with an endless supply of the free-fitting, cotton get ups, when it was determined I was an excessively sloppy eater. And also, the little tendency for ripping things to shreds applied to books as well as clothes.
I ran a hand through some very tangled hair. I had not thought of much other than not leaving the suite for a month.
“Emmett called to tell me you had been granted parole.” His voice was more exquisite than angels humming the Ava Maria. He smiled a crooked smile.
“You did great Sasha, really great.” I couldn’t for the life of me classify anything I did to or in the suite as great.
I began running through the things Jasper had acquainted me with about vampires in my mind.
“He forgot something.” He pursed his lips in thought. “Come with me, you need to know why we can’t go in the sunlight.” His voice was quiet, like he regretted what he was saying.
He walked to the sliding door. The door was the only flaw in the floor to ceiling windows that encased the penthouse.
“We live in a warehouse district, so no one will see us.” He hesitated as I watched wide-eyed. Was he about to burst into flames?
He smiled and chuckled his way through the word, “No.” He faced me and stepped backwards onto the balcony that seemed to circle the whole building.
The sunbeam hit him like a shower of magic. His skin glittered like a million crystals.
I held a hand to my mouth in surprise You look like frozen sunshine! I was still standing safely in the shade of building. I reached my hand out and then snatched it back.
He face was achingly sad, despite the quiet fireworks his skin was displaying for me.
Does it hurt very much? I thought.
“No, it feels quite nice, actually.” He held his graceful hand out to me. I accepted the gentlemanly offer, as I stepped into the warmth that embraced me. My hand began the same, strange process of turning into a work of ethereal art. I looked in the reflective windows, seeing us together standing like two falling stars suspended in time.
“The Volturi forbids us from stepping into the sun around humans for the obvious reasons,” He motioned to the glass that was struggling to correctly reflect the brilliance we were emanating. Edward motioned for me to join him back inside the penthouse. I felt a little reluctant. When you could do something so beautiful, it felt like you should share it with the world.
Edward secured the door shut and smiled in my direction. “You have been sharing beautiful things with the world for a while.” I raised my eyebrows in confusion. “The children and of course the ghosts.” Being complemented by Edward felt like a free fall drop, exhilarating and addicting.
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Tingly on the inside and the outside
I spun quickly as I stepped inside.
“My family, how are they?” How had I not thought about them once?
Edward put his hands comfortingly on my shoulders, “Your family is fine.” I took a deep breath to steady myself. Of course, it had no effect.
His eyes searched mine, “Rick is still out there, but my family and I have been keeping watch over your loved ones.”
“Thank you. Thank you so very much.” I said in earnest. I was heartbroken I had not given my fragile people a second thought. How selfish could I be?
Edward gave me a small smile. “Sasha, changing into a vampire is a shocking experience laced with pain and confusion. You have most likely been in shock while you were adjusting.” He removed his hands and I found myself missing their soothing presence almost immediately, “Their safety was your last human thought and I have kept my promise.”
Edward looked expectedly at the door. It opened as if he wished it to with his eyes. Emmett and a much smaller bundle filled the doorframe. His grumbling started the minute he saw me. “Feeding a freaking newborn vampire in the middle of New York. Whose God damn great idea was this.” Here he threw Edward a dirty look. Emmett plopped the deer in my open room.
He looked at me with raised eyebrows and sarcastic eyes “So, pain in the ass, are you going to come over here and eat or do I have to set Bambi loose too?”
He stabbed the deer with a needle. It came to life and so did I.
I launched myself over the furniture and pounced into my room. Emmett slammed the door behind me.
By the time I had drained the sacrificial deer, I was a mess again. I needed to shower for sure. I was finding myself wishing I had something a little nicer than scrubs to put on.
As if the fashion gods deposited her at my request, a golden-eyed pixie bustled in the door holding and obscene number of garments on hangers.
“Hi Sasha! I’m Alice. Edward told me you might be ready to dump this whole escaped hospital patient look.”
If you could avoid smiling at Alice, you were made from the loins of the devil himself. She was like a walking daisy, filled with beauty, whimsy and delicate features. Emmett grumbled in behind her carrying three large trunks, and Edward behind him, was juggling about thirty shopping bags.
“Thank you boys, now scoot, out!” I saw they had to smile for her as well. Alice closed the door behind them.
She was rubbing her hands together like and evil genius.
“Do you mind very much if I put you through a make over?”
I eyed her clothes. She was fashion forward and very quirky.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be anything drastic.” She was already flitting around hanging clothes up.
“It’s ok by me.” The last thing I wanted to do was offend someone who had been watching over my family, while I hung out like a rabid raccoon in a penthouse for the last month.
Alice handed me and arm load of body and hair products.
“When was the last time you shaved your legs?” She looked intensely interested.
“Um.” Between the dying and all the killing I had trouble wading through my mundane human thoughts.
“That last day, I think I took care of the whole shebang.” I hopped this was the right answer. What did she want to do to my unwanted body hair?
“Great! Vampire hair is really hard to cut, and it won’t grow back. But no worries, you should be smooth.”
She pushed me into the bathroom in my suite. I came out a good while later smelling like a jungle of wildflowers. My hair was wet, but brushed clear of snarls and knots.
Alice had been busy during my absence. My room now looked like a carefully appointed fashion showroom, complete with feminine wallpaper covering my claw marks.
“Ok!” She was almost buzzing like a bee. “Tell me what your mood is today.”
I thought while I clutched my towel. “Nervous, anxious, scared.” I answered honestly.
“Well, that gives me nothing. Tell me how you felt when you saw Edward.” She looked like she was ready to pounce.
“Tingly?” I hoped giving that answer would satisfy her.
She nodded once and disappeared in the closet.
Within moments, she had ripped off my towel and started demanding me to put on a complicated series of garments.
As soon as I was dressed, She started on my hair. I noticed she had a paint dryer as opposed to a hair dryer. I was shocked that it felt nice, instead of melting my scalp like a shrinky dink.
When she was finally done, she seemed triumphant.
“Ok, I didn’t get you a full length mirror yet, so we will have to go into the living room for your big reveal.
She opened the door to my suite and pushed me into the penthouse living area.
Both Edward and Emmett looked up at the sound of movement.
Their faces were my first mirror. Neither man moved. Crap. What they hell did I look like? Edward snapped himself out of the staring first, responding to my thought, “You look lovely.” No surprise, I bet he said that to every woman that got dressed up around him.
I doubted he would hurt Alice’s feelings by saying anything untoward.
Emmett’s response gave me hope. “Alice, you cleaned that crap up. She looks slammin’.”
Alice twittered happily in their direction, as she steered me to Esme’s giant decorative mirror.
I smiled at my dark blonde hair, blown out with a power tool, cascading like ribbons of silk around my shoulders. Alice had found a sundress that looked exactly “tingly” with flouncy layers and a moon and stars print. She had layers of necklaces and coordinating earrings with delicate celestial renderings. My feet had strappy heels with star designs. I think I even detected glitter in the lotion on my skin, which seemed redundant considering what I learned about my skin earlier in the day.
She excelled at make up application. It seemed almost like a work of art. She had fun with these creepy blue eyes, using brown highlighting to make them seem huge and magical.
I realized she was waiting, and by not responding, I was being rude.
“Alice, Thank you so much. I love it!” I really did. I was touched that this sweet little vampire wanted to help me. Her whole session with me made me feel more normal then I had in a month.
Emmett chuckled behind me. “Rosalie is going to hate your guts.”
Alice clapped her hands and twirled in a circle, “I know I did great, right?”
I scooped her in a gentle hug and she hugged me back. I liked her. Her soul seemed as golden as her eyes.
I spun quickly as I stepped inside.
“My family, how are they?” How had I not thought about them once?
Edward put his hands comfortingly on my shoulders, “Your family is fine.” I took a deep breath to steady myself. Of course, it had no effect.
His eyes searched mine, “Rick is still out there, but my family and I have been keeping watch over your loved ones.”
“Thank you. Thank you so very much.” I said in earnest. I was heartbroken I had not given my fragile people a second thought. How selfish could I be?
Edward gave me a small smile. “Sasha, changing into a vampire is a shocking experience laced with pain and confusion. You have most likely been in shock while you were adjusting.” He removed his hands and I found myself missing their soothing presence almost immediately, “Their safety was your last human thought and I have kept my promise.”
Edward looked expectedly at the door. It opened as if he wished it to with his eyes. Emmett and a much smaller bundle filled the doorframe. His grumbling started the minute he saw me. “Feeding a freaking newborn vampire in the middle of New York. Whose God damn great idea was this.” Here he threw Edward a dirty look. Emmett plopped the deer in my open room.
He looked at me with raised eyebrows and sarcastic eyes “So, pain in the ass, are you going to come over here and eat or do I have to set Bambi loose too?”
He stabbed the deer with a needle. It came to life and so did I.
I launched myself over the furniture and pounced into my room. Emmett slammed the door behind me.
By the time I had drained the sacrificial deer, I was a mess again. I needed to shower for sure. I was finding myself wishing I had something a little nicer than scrubs to put on.
As if the fashion gods deposited her at my request, a golden-eyed pixie bustled in the door holding and obscene number of garments on hangers.
“Hi Sasha! I’m Alice. Edward told me you might be ready to dump this whole escaped hospital patient look.”
If you could avoid smiling at Alice, you were made from the loins of the devil himself. She was like a walking daisy, filled with beauty, whimsy and delicate features. Emmett grumbled in behind her carrying three large trunks, and Edward behind him, was juggling about thirty shopping bags.
“Thank you boys, now scoot, out!” I saw they had to smile for her as well. Alice closed the door behind them.
She was rubbing her hands together like and evil genius.
“Do you mind very much if I put you through a make over?”
I eyed her clothes. She was fashion forward and very quirky.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be anything drastic.” She was already flitting around hanging clothes up.
“It’s ok by me.” The last thing I wanted to do was offend someone who had been watching over my family, while I hung out like a rabid raccoon in a penthouse for the last month.
Alice handed me and arm load of body and hair products.
“When was the last time you shaved your legs?” She looked intensely interested.
“Um.” Between the dying and all the killing I had trouble wading through my mundane human thoughts.
“That last day, I think I took care of the whole shebang.” I hopped this was the right answer. What did she want to do to my unwanted body hair?
“Great! Vampire hair is really hard to cut, and it won’t grow back. But no worries, you should be smooth.”
She pushed me into the bathroom in my suite. I came out a good while later smelling like a jungle of wildflowers. My hair was wet, but brushed clear of snarls and knots.
Alice had been busy during my absence. My room now looked like a carefully appointed fashion showroom, complete with feminine wallpaper covering my claw marks.
“Ok!” She was almost buzzing like a bee. “Tell me what your mood is today.”
I thought while I clutched my towel. “Nervous, anxious, scared.” I answered honestly.
“Well, that gives me nothing. Tell me how you felt when you saw Edward.” She looked like she was ready to pounce.
“Tingly?” I hoped giving that answer would satisfy her.
She nodded once and disappeared in the closet.
Within moments, she had ripped off my towel and started demanding me to put on a complicated series of garments.
As soon as I was dressed, She started on my hair. I noticed she had a paint dryer as opposed to a hair dryer. I was shocked that it felt nice, instead of melting my scalp like a shrinky dink.
When she was finally done, she seemed triumphant.
“Ok, I didn’t get you a full length mirror yet, so we will have to go into the living room for your big reveal.
She opened the door to my suite and pushed me into the penthouse living area.
Both Edward and Emmett looked up at the sound of movement.
Their faces were my first mirror. Neither man moved. Crap. What they hell did I look like? Edward snapped himself out of the staring first, responding to my thought, “You look lovely.” No surprise, I bet he said that to every woman that got dressed up around him.
I doubted he would hurt Alice’s feelings by saying anything untoward.
Emmett’s response gave me hope. “Alice, you cleaned that crap up. She looks slammin’.”
Alice twittered happily in their direction, as she steered me to Esme’s giant decorative mirror.
I smiled at my dark blonde hair, blown out with a power tool, cascading like ribbons of silk around my shoulders. Alice had found a sundress that looked exactly “tingly” with flouncy layers and a moon and stars print. She had layers of necklaces and coordinating earrings with delicate celestial renderings. My feet had strappy heels with star designs. I think I even detected glitter in the lotion on my skin, which seemed redundant considering what I learned about my skin earlier in the day.
She excelled at make up application. It seemed almost like a work of art. She had fun with these creepy blue eyes, using brown highlighting to make them seem huge and magical.
I realized she was waiting, and by not responding, I was being rude.
“Alice, Thank you so much. I love it!” I really did. I was touched that this sweet little vampire wanted to help me. Her whole session with me made me feel more normal then I had in a month.
Emmett chuckled behind me. “Rosalie is going to hate your guts.”
Alice clapped her hands and twirled in a circle, “I know I did great, right?”
I scooped her in a gentle hug and she hugged me back. I liked her. Her soul seemed as golden as her eyes.
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Delectable Vampires
Emmett and Alice walked together out the door. I remembered my manners again and thanked Emmett for the deer and for saving the lion.
His response was gruff, “Yeah, great. Your freaking welcome.”
“He likes you.” Edward’s voice was such a perfect addition to any moment.
“Really? I find that surprising.” I turned to face him.
“Well, we are all thankful that you let Alice have her way with you. It gives her great joy to be all girly.” He motioned for me to sit. I found that standing still seemed like the most comfortable position.
“Why wouldn’t I let her? She rocks.” I swept a hand at my outfit. “I just hope she does it again tomorrow.”
“Oh, she will, have no worries.” His eyes got serious.
Edward proceeded to give me full disclosure. Starting with my encounter with Carlisle, his very own semi-stalking of me, and the knowledge of my ghostly conversations.
When he was done, he peeked at me from under his dark, long lashes.
“Ok.” I found that a vampire brain could digest an alarming amount of information at once. I thought of his families’ gold eyes and Rick’s horrible scarlet colored ones. Then, I recreated my blue ones that I had seen in the mirror during my big reveal.
He followed my train of thought. “Well, Carlisle is doing some investigating about that exact phenomenon. It turns out there has been two blue eyed vampires in our known history.”
I considered the immortality part of this bargain and figured vampire known history was probably pretty extensive.
“It is.” He nodded.
Gee whiz he was easy to have a conversation with.
“And the two, are they still, um, with us?” I didn’t know how to put it. Dead? Not eating? Whatever.
“No. Sasha, they lived quite some time ago. It seems they were related, mother and daughter known as Aura and Cruor. They, too, were rumored to speak to ghosts. They lived in the early 1300’s. When they were turned into vampires, they became extremely coveted. The vampires of the time felt that having those wome n in their control gave them access to the past.” He waited to see if I was following along. I nodded and he continued.
“There were two major factions of vampires then, and they were very brutal. One side, known as the Custos, wanted to keep all vampires in the shadows, unknown to humans.
The second group, the Dominors, felt that vampires should use their powers to dominate humanity. Ultimately, they wanted to enslave humans and treat them like cattle. To be used as a food source only.”
I shivered internally a little at this history. Warring vampires seemed like an ultimate clash of the titans. Humanity as cattle? I was glad the Custos had apparently won.
“They did win. They used a tactic quite similar to the Trojan horse. The Dominators most powerful and unlikely source were their two, blue eyed vampires. Unlike you, each woman only had one blue eye and had to stand together and hold hands to speak to ghosts. The Dominators used the ghosts to tell them the weakness in the Custos’ vampires. They also had a healthy recruitment ploy, allowing vampires access to conversations with Aura and Cruor.”
Heaven and blood. I thought.
“Yes, that is exactly what their names translate to from Latin. Did you take it in high school?” He paused the story to acknowledge my background.
I nodded in agreement, I hated my Latin classes, but they did stick with me.
He continued his story, “The Custos sent a vampire who had a great appeal to the ladies, and he charmed the daughter, Cruor into running away with him. She was madly in love and desperately looking to get away from the duties her mother’s hand presented.”
At this point, I pictured Edward. A vampire as delectable as he was would certainly tempt a lady to run far and wide just for a kiss. Oops. The head reading thing.
Edward chuckled at my thoughts. If I could have blushed, I would have.
“Of course, the delectable vampire was under the influence of the Custos, and he brought the daughter straight into a trap. The Dominors were furious and now powerless. When the Custos offered to trade back the daughter for a promise of peace, the Dominors took the bait. The delectable vampire was still up to his dubious ways, offering to marry Cruor if she would just kill her own mother. The foolish, love blind girl did just that. When her mother embraced Cruor, the daughter ripped her head off. Her delectable fiancée burned the pieces, but instead of a ring and a white dress Cruor got her own head ripped off instead.”
Wow. “Wow.” That story was disturbing on so many levels.
Are the Costos still around?
“The delectable one’s name is Aro. He is the head vampire of the Volturi. He is not so delectable anymore.”
The vampire police. Damn. This whole story doesn’t bode well for me.
Edward looked pained. He knew the implications of my eyes.
Emmett and Alice walked together out the door. I remembered my manners again and thanked Emmett for the deer and for saving the lion.
His response was gruff, “Yeah, great. Your freaking welcome.”
“He likes you.” Edward’s voice was such a perfect addition to any moment.
“Really? I find that surprising.” I turned to face him.
“Well, we are all thankful that you let Alice have her way with you. It gives her great joy to be all girly.” He motioned for me to sit. I found that standing still seemed like the most comfortable position.
“Why wouldn’t I let her? She rocks.” I swept a hand at my outfit. “I just hope she does it again tomorrow.”
“Oh, she will, have no worries.” His eyes got serious.
Edward proceeded to give me full disclosure. Starting with my encounter with Carlisle, his very own semi-stalking of me, and the knowledge of my ghostly conversations.
When he was done, he peeked at me from under his dark, long lashes.
“Ok.” I found that a vampire brain could digest an alarming amount of information at once. I thought of his families’ gold eyes and Rick’s horrible scarlet colored ones. Then, I recreated my blue ones that I had seen in the mirror during my big reveal.
He followed my train of thought. “Well, Carlisle is doing some investigating about that exact phenomenon. It turns out there has been two blue eyed vampires in our known history.”
I considered the immortality part of this bargain and figured vampire known history was probably pretty extensive.
“It is.” He nodded.
Gee whiz he was easy to have a conversation with.
“And the two, are they still, um, with us?” I didn’t know how to put it. Dead? Not eating? Whatever.
“No. Sasha, they lived quite some time ago. It seems they were related, mother and daughter known as Aura and Cruor. They, too, were rumored to speak to ghosts. They lived in the early 1300’s. When they were turned into vampires, they became extremely coveted. The vampires of the time felt that having those wome n in their control gave them access to the past.” He waited to see if I was following along. I nodded and he continued.
“There were two major factions of vampires then, and they were very brutal. One side, known as the Custos, wanted to keep all vampires in the shadows, unknown to humans.
The second group, the Dominors, felt that vampires should use their powers to dominate humanity. Ultimately, they wanted to enslave humans and treat them like cattle. To be used as a food source only.”
I shivered internally a little at this history. Warring vampires seemed like an ultimate clash of the titans. Humanity as cattle? I was glad the Custos had apparently won.
“They did win. They used a tactic quite similar to the Trojan horse. The Dominators most powerful and unlikely source were their two, blue eyed vampires. Unlike you, each woman only had one blue eye and had to stand together and hold hands to speak to ghosts. The Dominators used the ghosts to tell them the weakness in the Custos’ vampires. They also had a healthy recruitment ploy, allowing vampires access to conversations with Aura and Cruor.”
Heaven and blood. I thought.
“Yes, that is exactly what their names translate to from Latin. Did you take it in high school?” He paused the story to acknowledge my background.
I nodded in agreement, I hated my Latin classes, but they did stick with me.
He continued his story, “The Custos sent a vampire who had a great appeal to the ladies, and he charmed the daughter, Cruor into running away with him. She was madly in love and desperately looking to get away from the duties her mother’s hand presented.”
At this point, I pictured Edward. A vampire as delectable as he was would certainly tempt a lady to run far and wide just for a kiss. Oops. The head reading thing.
Edward chuckled at my thoughts. If I could have blushed, I would have.
“Of course, the delectable vampire was under the influence of the Custos, and he brought the daughter straight into a trap. The Dominors were furious and now powerless. When the Custos offered to trade back the daughter for a promise of peace, the Dominors took the bait. The delectable vampire was still up to his dubious ways, offering to marry Cruor if she would just kill her own mother. The foolish, love blind girl did just that. When her mother embraced Cruor, the daughter ripped her head off. Her delectable fiancée burned the pieces, but instead of a ring and a white dress Cruor got her own head ripped off instead.”
Wow. “Wow.” That story was disturbing on so many levels.
Are the Costos still around?
“The delectable one’s name is Aro. He is the head vampire of the Volturi. He is not so delectable anymore.”
The vampire police. Damn. This whole story doesn’t bode well for me.
Edward looked pained. He knew the implications of my eyes.
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Pete be careful, your panties are showing
How do you know what the Harlequin Romances were cooking? 
No, I thought it was going to be much dirtier, but found myself blushing, so it will be more PG-13
Geek
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Geek, have you thought of starting a blog to post all your chapters to? I haven't read any of it yet because I don't have the patience to figure out how to read it all in order.
I tried a blog and I was too stupid to make it all go in order! Actually, This format is my favorite because I can adjust my font to grandma big.
The chapters are in order here. I wish I could change the title, but I can't.
Chapter 1 is post one and follows in order on down.
(p.s. I would stinkin' love your opinion!! I am really tying to keep true to the characters in Twilight. I am making TGS read it and he doesn't have a clue about who is who. )
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curiouser and curiouser
And I want to know what happened to Pudge.
After I read it I started wondering if dogs can become vampires. 
You did a great job, Geek. I find myself liking Sasha more than Bella.
You need to hurry up and finish, though.
Geek
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Ok, it took a few days, but I read it all. I was confused because I didn't know if Stephanie wrote it or not. Now I'm sad because I was hoping it was the beginning of her 5th book or something.
Holy Crap! So sorry for the psych out! This is defiantly all Geek no Stephenie. Pudge is being well taken care of by Jean, Sasha's sister. Pudge, BTW is totally based on my stupid Cocker Spaniel! She is so evil. The only thing that keeps her alive is her cuteness!!! Thank you very much for reading it.
You did a great job, Geek. I find myself liking Sasha more than Bella.
Pudge the vampire! I freaking love it! She could attack the hot dog vendor.
Yeah! Go Sasha. She will be kick ass. Thank you so much for reading it. I promise I am typing it as fast as I can.
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I want more...hurry
I am so glad you are enjoying it!!! I came here to post a few more chapters and you totally made my day All this Pudge love
I will have to add more of her in..Maybe Edward can save her.
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Mock ripping a head off
So it began, the babysitting of the Blue eyed vampire. Or as Emmett referred to me “The Cullen family pet”.
I required one vampire at all times to make sure I was not going ballistic. The rest of the Cullens would secure the safety of my human family.
All of their lives were put on hold, except Carlisle, who kept his position at the hospital. I felt a little guilty, but I needed my family protected and I was far from being capable of entering society.
Esme’s time with me was spent reinforcing vampire manners, the concept which made me laugh when she first mentioned it. She tisked me into listening.
“If we ever get separated, Sasha, you might need to know any or all of this to survive with hostile vampires.” That comment scared me sober, so I listened. I was grateful for my brand new infallible memory, I now had no need to take notes or do special mental gymnastics .
According to Esme, I was not to interfere in another vampire’s feeding. I should only hunt on land that I knew was safe to do so. She told me to always act like a vampire is friendly and more seasoned then I am, even if I suspect differently.
She peppered her warnings with assurances of the skills I would acquire with time.
Esme emphasized that time was the trick to becoming a successful vampire.
After she covered vampire manners, Esme switched over to hints on being a vampire that is pretending to be a human. I now had to make reflexes that were no longer involuntary seem as if they were just that.
We practiced pretending to eat and drink, when actually, nothing was actually consumed. She thoughtfully added common touches I might encounter, like handshakes and hugs. We spent a whole day learning how to decline, politely, or when necessary, getting in, committing the act, and having a stock excuse for the chill of my skin.
Esme’s babysitting times were upbeat and encouraging. I could see why she was considered the mother figure for the clan. She was so easy to love.
Jasper was by far the most intense babysitter. He spent much time preparing me for a battle. Although he would quickly promise that it was all a safety precaution, I seemed to be training for the fight of my life.
He would “play attack” me from all sides and when I least expected it. I was to fight back, but only going through the motions, not actually physically harming him.
I learned that vampires attack mentally at least half the time. Brain fighting was a perplexing concept for me. Jasper was forced to explain various powers he had come across during his time training newborns to fight. As he rambled through an alarming amount of tricks, (Brain shaking, seeing only mirror images, perceived electrocution), I paid closer and closer attention to his lessons. He admitted that almost all the newborns he created were meant to die soon after they were made, but his was taking extra care to try and prepare me to live a nice long life.
Alice bustled in the penthouse with bags, boxes and hangers every time she entered. With her, I had a break from all the vampire preparedness. She spent hours upon hours twirling my long hair into curls or braids. Our girly time had reached epic proportions when we were both in pajamas, pretending to sleep with teddy bears. Jasper had mentioned to me when he was mock ‘pulling my head from my neck’ that Alice had missed out on her girlhood and longed for a friend to pal around with. I made an effort to be at least half as excited as she was about all our poufy girl time.
Rosalie was, at first, the most uncomfortable. I would spend time in my room and she would huff and puff in the main part of the penthouse. The hours with her dragged on like a pap smear. After four of these uncomfortable episodes, Rosalie entered for her shift a few minutes early. I was on the couch in the penthouse watching A Baby Story on Lifetime. Instead of huffing, Rosalie sat on the other end of the couch. We watched wordlessly until the end of the show, when the happy couple named their new bundle of joy “Elmered”. Rosalie and I both snorted in disgust. That simple noise opened a floodgate. Rosalie began questioning me about babies. Had I held any recently? What were the children in my class like? Had I ever shopped for a baby in Toys R’ Us?
I answered her questions honestly. I had babysat an infant while in college, to make extra money. I was as descriptive as I could be. I launched into stories about the kids in my classrooms, stories about younger cousins, and even random babies I had seen in stores.
“I always wanted one.” Her enchantingly beautiful face flickered with such intense longing, I felt like an intruder just seeing it on her face.
“So, no babies for the vampire ladies, I take it.” I was surprised at the sadness in my own voice. I had always seen motherhood in my future. Time seemed so flexible before and now that it was endless, the prospect of never bringing children in the world hit like a ton of bricks.
Rosalie stood and looked away. “No, not for us.” We were quiet together until she left. When she tossed a quick, “See ya next time.” over her shoulder, I knew something had changed for us.
Carlisle raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he heard Rosalie’s friendly sounding departure. I shrugged. I hoped the frosty, huffing Rosalie was in the past.
Carlisle’s part in my development was somewhat medically based. He spent ungodly amounts of time looking into my eyes with a light muttering things like “Eye muscle test. Visual acuity test. Refraction assessment.” At first I tried to act interested, but gave up eventually and started day dreaming about the enchanting Edward while Carlisle poked and prodded. He was intensely interested to see what drinking human blood would do to my eyes, but agreed with Jasper that testing me with a little drop of human blood would be too risky. In between the eye prodding, Carlisle took it upon himself to catch me up on vampire history. We were currently enjoying a fairly stable period. Most vampires were wanderers that, for the most part, adhered to the niceties that Esme had detailed for me. The clans that lived together were few and far between. The largest being the Volturi, in Rome.
I couldn’t help but picture him as a college professor during our sessions. He was an engaging speaker. He would make a great teacher. I told him as much one rainy evening.
He laughed and confessed “I thought you would make an excellent vampire when I first met you as well.”
“Your thoughts are more powerful then mine, I see.”
So it began, the babysitting of the Blue eyed vampire. Or as Emmett referred to me “The Cullen family pet”.
I required one vampire at all times to make sure I was not going ballistic. The rest of the Cullens would secure the safety of my human family.
All of their lives were put on hold, except Carlisle, who kept his position at the hospital. I felt a little guilty, but I needed my family protected and I was far from being capable of entering society.
Esme’s time with me was spent reinforcing vampire manners, the concept which made me laugh when she first mentioned it. She tisked me into listening.
“If we ever get separated, Sasha, you might need to know any or all of this to survive with hostile vampires.” That comment scared me sober, so I listened. I was grateful for my brand new infallible memory, I now had no need to take notes or do special mental gymnastics .
According to Esme, I was not to interfere in another vampire’s feeding. I should only hunt on land that I knew was safe to do so. She told me to always act like a vampire is friendly and more seasoned then I am, even if I suspect differently.
She peppered her warnings with assurances of the skills I would acquire with time.
Esme emphasized that time was the trick to becoming a successful vampire.
After she covered vampire manners, Esme switched over to hints on being a vampire that is pretending to be a human. I now had to make reflexes that were no longer involuntary seem as if they were just that.
We practiced pretending to eat and drink, when actually, nothing was actually consumed. She thoughtfully added common touches I might encounter, like handshakes and hugs. We spent a whole day learning how to decline, politely, or when necessary, getting in, committing the act, and having a stock excuse for the chill of my skin.
Esme’s babysitting times were upbeat and encouraging. I could see why she was considered the mother figure for the clan. She was so easy to love.
Jasper was by far the most intense babysitter. He spent much time preparing me for a battle. Although he would quickly promise that it was all a safety precaution, I seemed to be training for the fight of my life.
He would “play attack” me from all sides and when I least expected it. I was to fight back, but only going through the motions, not actually physically harming him.
I learned that vampires attack mentally at least half the time. Brain fighting was a perplexing concept for me. Jasper was forced to explain various powers he had come across during his time training newborns to fight. As he rambled through an alarming amount of tricks, (Brain shaking, seeing only mirror images, perceived electrocution), I paid closer and closer attention to his lessons. He admitted that almost all the newborns he created were meant to die soon after they were made, but his was taking extra care to try and prepare me to live a nice long life.
Alice bustled in the penthouse with bags, boxes and hangers every time she entered. With her, I had a break from all the vampire preparedness. She spent hours upon hours twirling my long hair into curls or braids. Our girly time had reached epic proportions when we were both in pajamas, pretending to sleep with teddy bears. Jasper had mentioned to me when he was mock ‘pulling my head from my neck’ that Alice had missed out on her girlhood and longed for a friend to pal around with. I made an effort to be at least half as excited as she was about all our poufy girl time.
Rosalie was, at first, the most uncomfortable. I would spend time in my room and she would huff and puff in the main part of the penthouse. The hours with her dragged on like a pap smear. After four of these uncomfortable episodes, Rosalie entered for her shift a few minutes early. I was on the couch in the penthouse watching A Baby Story on Lifetime. Instead of huffing, Rosalie sat on the other end of the couch. We watched wordlessly until the end of the show, when the happy couple named their new bundle of joy “Elmered”. Rosalie and I both snorted in disgust. That simple noise opened a floodgate. Rosalie began questioning me about babies. Had I held any recently? What were the children in my class like? Had I ever shopped for a baby in Toys R’ Us?
I answered her questions honestly. I had babysat an infant while in college, to make extra money. I was as descriptive as I could be. I launched into stories about the kids in my classrooms, stories about younger cousins, and even random babies I had seen in stores.
“I always wanted one.” Her enchantingly beautiful face flickered with such intense longing, I felt like an intruder just seeing it on her face.
“So, no babies for the vampire ladies, I take it.” I was surprised at the sadness in my own voice. I had always seen motherhood in my future. Time seemed so flexible before and now that it was endless, the prospect of never bringing children in the world hit like a ton of bricks.
Rosalie stood and looked away. “No, not for us.” We were quiet together until she left. When she tossed a quick, “See ya next time.” over her shoulder, I knew something had changed for us.
Carlisle raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he heard Rosalie’s friendly sounding departure. I shrugged. I hoped the frosty, huffing Rosalie was in the past.
Carlisle’s part in my development was somewhat medically based. He spent ungodly amounts of time looking into my eyes with a light muttering things like “Eye muscle test. Visual acuity test. Refraction assessment.” At first I tried to act interested, but gave up eventually and started day dreaming about the enchanting Edward while Carlisle poked and prodded. He was intensely interested to see what drinking human blood would do to my eyes, but agreed with Jasper that testing me with a little drop of human blood would be too risky. In between the eye prodding, Carlisle took it upon himself to catch me up on vampire history. We were currently enjoying a fairly stable period. Most vampires were wanderers that, for the most part, adhered to the niceties that Esme had detailed for me. The clans that lived together were few and far between. The largest being the Volturi, in Rome.
I couldn’t help but picture him as a college professor during our sessions. He was an engaging speaker. He would make a great teacher. I told him as much one rainy evening.
He laughed and confessed “I thought you would make an excellent vampire when I first met you as well.”
“Your thoughts are more powerful then mine, I see.”
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Mock ripping a head off part 2
Emmett was the most present of the group. He threw himself into my feedings, going far a wide to expand my horizons. I was even treated to a bison, which made me start the “Feeding Sasha Oath”
“Repeat after me, Emmett” I held a hand to my heart and the other in version of a salute left over from girl scouts.
“Repeat after me, Emmett” was his typical response. Instead of holding up the three fingers I was flashing at him, he held up only one. His middle finger.
“I will not forage for Sasha’s food in any zoos or wildlife sanctuaries.” I waited for him to repeat my words.
“I will not forage for Pain in the ass’s food in any zoos or wild life sanctuaries.” He rolled his eyes in frustration. Because he was getting bored with the whole task of feeding me, he decided to create a game out of it one night. He waltzed in with a lithe looking deer and a stopwatch.
“Hey Pita!” Emmett used the initials for ‘Pain in the ass’ as my new nickname and he used it liberally. “You put this deer down in under 4 seconds with no blood on you, and I will bring you a mountain lion next time.”
I watched as he readied the adrenaline injection.
“And if I don’t?” I tried not to let on how competitive I was.
“Bag of rats for next feeding, baby!” He smiled with huge delight.
I crouched as he put he needle in and tossed the deer to the other side of the penthouse.
I had not been expecting the throw, so I launched myself right at him. He caught me easily and held me against him while cackling like a madman. Finally, he let go and I felled the deer in the spotless kitchen.
“4.9 seconds. And you got blood on your skirt. Loser!!” Emmett began a victorious imitation of a touchdown dance intermingled with holding his fingers in “L” shape on his forehead.
The betting started right then. “Double or nothing.” I threw the words at him from the kitchen.
“Aww. Pita’s a betting girl. Ain’t that sweet. Pick your poison, Loser!”
“Poker. Hold’m.” I flashed briefly on my sweet ghost of Betty. I figured she could give me a little extra luck.
“Oh. Hells yeah. Shuffle up and deal.” Emmett disposed of the carcass, while I dug up a deck of cards.
I had the pleasure of watching his face change as I shuffled with the expertise of a Las Vegas dealer. He looked shocked and mischievous all at once.
“I used to play at the pool every summer with my sister and our friends.” I offered as an excuse for the trick. He seemed to visibly soften. I could almost hear a dismissive, Just girls learning tricks in his thought process.
He really believed the card game was in the bag when I went “All in” on the flop. He agreed to match my bet.
Card after card was turned over to reveal I had a full house.
We restarted the game after my quick win, and Emmett began to play like he meant it.
I took to calling him “Mary” and trash talking him throughout our games. We wound up tied when his shift was over. He cursed me up one side and down the other as Esme came in the door. She immediately reprimanded him, while I gave him the finger behind her back and started my own victory dance.
“Oh, it’s so on now, Pita.” I started smacking my own butt in his direction.
Esme was amused, “You and Emmett seem to understand each other quite well.”
Understand was an understatement. Although I would never tell him, I adored Emmett. He reminded me of my boisterous cousins, who treated me like the tomboy I was as a child. I loved soccer and basketball and really any game of chance. I revealed in boy speak. I thought they were clever with each other. I got to witness a secret language where they demeaned each other to express their devotion. Once they insulted you mercilessly, and you took it and served it right back, you were in. They would have your back forever.
So, I knew being Emmett’s Pita meant that he would have my back. And by insulting him in return, Emmett got that I understood his man speak and was letting me in.
Emmett was the most present of the group. He threw himself into my feedings, going far a wide to expand my horizons. I was even treated to a bison, which made me start the “Feeding Sasha Oath”
“Repeat after me, Emmett” I held a hand to my heart and the other in version of a salute left over from girl scouts.
“Repeat after me, Emmett” was his typical response. Instead of holding up the three fingers I was flashing at him, he held up only one. His middle finger.
“I will not forage for Sasha’s food in any zoos or wildlife sanctuaries.” I waited for him to repeat my words.
“I will not forage for Pain in the ass’s food in any zoos or wild life sanctuaries.” He rolled his eyes in frustration. Because he was getting bored with the whole task of feeding me, he decided to create a game out of it one night. He waltzed in with a lithe looking deer and a stopwatch.
“Hey Pita!” Emmett used the initials for ‘Pain in the ass’ as my new nickname and he used it liberally. “You put this deer down in under 4 seconds with no blood on you, and I will bring you a mountain lion next time.”
I watched as he readied the adrenaline injection.
“And if I don’t?” I tried not to let on how competitive I was.
“Bag of rats for next feeding, baby!” He smiled with huge delight.
I crouched as he put he needle in and tossed the deer to the other side of the penthouse.
I had not been expecting the throw, so I launched myself right at him. He caught me easily and held me against him while cackling like a madman. Finally, he let go and I felled the deer in the spotless kitchen.
“4.9 seconds. And you got blood on your skirt. Loser!!” Emmett began a victorious imitation of a touchdown dance intermingled with holding his fingers in “L” shape on his forehead.
The betting started right then. “Double or nothing.” I threw the words at him from the kitchen.
“Aww. Pita’s a betting girl. Ain’t that sweet. Pick your poison, Loser!”
“Poker. Hold’m.” I flashed briefly on my sweet ghost of Betty. I figured she could give me a little extra luck.
“Oh. Hells yeah. Shuffle up and deal.” Emmett disposed of the carcass, while I dug up a deck of cards.
I had the pleasure of watching his face change as I shuffled with the expertise of a Las Vegas dealer. He looked shocked and mischievous all at once.
“I used to play at the pool every summer with my sister and our friends.” I offered as an excuse for the trick. He seemed to visibly soften. I could almost hear a dismissive, Just girls learning tricks in his thought process.
He really believed the card game was in the bag when I went “All in” on the flop. He agreed to match my bet.
Card after card was turned over to reveal I had a full house.
We restarted the game after my quick win, and Emmett began to play like he meant it.
I took to calling him “Mary” and trash talking him throughout our games. We wound up tied when his shift was over. He cursed me up one side and down the other as Esme came in the door. She immediately reprimanded him, while I gave him the finger behind her back and started my own victory dance.
“Oh, it’s so on now, Pita.” I started smacking my own butt in his direction.
Esme was amused, “You and Emmett seem to understand each other quite well.”
Understand was an understatement. Although I would never tell him, I adored Emmett. He reminded me of my boisterous cousins, who treated me like the tomboy I was as a child. I loved soccer and basketball and really any game of chance. I revealed in boy speak. I thought they were clever with each other. I got to witness a secret language where they demeaned each other to express their devotion. Once they insulted you mercilessly, and you took it and served it right back, you were in. They would have your back forever.
So, I knew being Emmett’s Pita meant that he would have my back. And by insulting him in return, Emmett got that I understood his man speak and was letting me in.
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Falling together then
So, all in all, my new clan was filling up my vampire self like a puzzle, each piece meticulously crafted to be useful forever. I appreciated it, I really did. But I would be lying to myself if I didn’t say I was waiting. All the time spent with others, I was waiting. For him.
For Edward.
He was by far, my least frequent visitor. I was a little offended until Jasper mentioned that Edward was trying to be everywhere at once. He was our most effective surveillancer and seemed to be endlessly on patrol.
When he did take a shift with me, I knew it before he arrived. I knew it, not like Alice, with fluttering eyes and deep slips in consciousness, but with a knowing started deep inside me. I could feel the excitement pour like champagne through my veins. Bubbling and effervescent, the nearness of him started a symphony of attraction.
He would open the door quietly and my eyes would find him. Rudely, my conversation would stop mid-word with whoever was in front of me at the time. Sometimes, I would apologize and try and find my way back to the conversation, but my eyes would have trouble peeling from his.
Carlisle, excused himself on one such afternoon, snickering happily to himself and mumbling, “I know how to pick ‘em”.
Edward would greet me the same way each time “Sasha.” My name never sounded so lovely, it was as soft as a pillow and filled with beauty. At first I was ashamed of my thoughts of almost delirious happiness at the sight of him, so much so, I made feeble attempts to block them.
Edward stopped this almost immediately. He put one of his soft hands to my cheek. “Don’t censor your thoughts, they captivate me .”
Really? I spent ungodly amounts of time visualizing my hand running through his hair.
“You never lie, at least not that I have ever noticed. It is rare and endearing.”
Well ,ok then.
I let my thoughts flow freely after that little revelation. As much as I liked him around as eye candy, he too seemed to have a piece to my puzzle.
“Anything?” His sunshine colored eyes probed deeply into mine.
No. Not even a hint. He wanted to know if I had seen any ghosts.
“Have you tried?” We were in a disagreement about that. I was totally against trying to see one on purpose. Edward felt that trying in this controlled place might be safest.
Edward. I know I should, really, I do. But I am alone in my head. No one comes to beg me for anything. It is just nice.
He took my hand, which melted all my resolve to try and appear coherent.
“You are supposed to be talking out loud.” Edward’s reprimand was dismissed. I found it too natural to think to him.
I feel normal. I may be a blood-sucking vampire, but I am finally getting to feel like a real girl. Don’t take that away, Geppetto.
He changed the subject. “Well, Sasha, you have made an impact on the family. They are crazy about you, even Rosalie. Which is impressive.”
I couldn’t stop looking at our hands twirled together, like they belonged to each other.
They are too kind to try so hard with me.
“I have a surprise for you.” He looked excited and a little guilty.
Ok! What is it? He had not carried anything into the penthouse, so I doubted it was an animal.
“No, not a snack.” He led me to the door.
I put the brakes on when he opened the door to the outside world.
Really?
“If that’s ok with you?” He looked out from underneath his lashes.
I nodded. If he looked at me like that, I would happily walk through the gates of Hell if he asked. He led me to a stairwell at he end of the hall.
He walked backwards up the stairs and watched me as he held my hand. I took the steps gingerly, slightly unsure of leaving my prison for the first time. He opened the door to the roof without looking at it.
As the door opened behind to reveal a rooftop tableau, I flashed back to the dying night.
Edward pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about this that way.” His words fell on the top of my head. In his arms the champagne in my veins doubled it’s effort. I took the chance to lay my head on his chest.
Safe.
Home.
I am fine, he won’t take rooftops from me.
I leaned my head back to encourage him with my smile.
Edward nodded. He stepped backwards and lead me to the rooftop, which was much more beautiful than the one I died on.
The Cullens had created an outdoor retreat. They had paved the roof with patio stone and Esme’s golden touch revealed itself in the lush greenery. The sky-high garden was sprinkled with a few glowing tea light candles.
I couldn’t help feel my heart soar at the romantic setting. His face reflected my feelings with a wide smile.
He reached in his pocket and retrieved a watch.
“A few more seconds.” He tilted my head away from his face, until I was looking at the over-bright city nighttime sky.
“Look up, and keep looking up no matter what.” I waited, looking at this sky that had disappointed me on many human occasions.
With the sucking sound of energy lost, all the lights in the city extinguished.
I couldn’t help the gasp that slipped through my lips.
With the lights out, the stars twinkled through the night sky. I felt the laugh start in my feet.
I threw my arms out and stepped back from Edward. I began to spin to take in each and every star in the sky.
I stopped again and just stood. I could spot the big dipper, just like when I was a kid on Karen’s driveway.
I focused my eyes back on his candlelit face. His grin was so welcoming.
You did this. You turned off the city and gave me my stars back.
“Guilty as charged.” The aw-shucks smile was followed by an equally charming shuffle of his feet.
I walked slowly until he was right in front of me. I reached up and gently touched his cheek.
I love it. Thank you.
In the same instant that I put my lips to his in a soft kiss, the lights illuminated the sky again, washing my stars away.
That was perfect.
“You are welcome. Thank you for taking giant lemons and making lemonade. You could be here driving everyone crazy, hating us all. But you are just going with the flow. I expected to feel awful, being responsible for your change. But instead, I find your mind full of the positive.” Hearing him commend me for being exactly who I was made me endlessly proud.
I was getting it right.
I went to head inside, guessing I had a limited amount of time that anyone trusted me out of the penthouse.
Edward wouldn’t budge and held my hand. I turned and looked at him with my head cocked questioningly.
“If we are going to have our first kiss, let’s do it right.” His voice went husky. Edward pulled on my hand until I twirled and was wrapped in his one arm. He quickly dipped me, dramatically. I squealed in surprise and gripped his shoulder. He waited until I was quiet. Then he held his lips just above mine.
“Sasha,” was all he said. He allowed his lips a much longer kiss then I had allowed mine. He tasted so incredible, I found myself sliding my hands from his shoulders and digging into his hair.
When we finally broke the kiss, I knew I was in for it.
I am falling for you. “I am falling for you.” I whispered it out loud, into his lips.
“We are falling together then.” He looked victorious and sexy all at once.
So, all in all, my new clan was filling up my vampire self like a puzzle, each piece meticulously crafted to be useful forever. I appreciated it, I really did. But I would be lying to myself if I didn’t say I was waiting. All the time spent with others, I was waiting. For him.
For Edward.
He was by far, my least frequent visitor. I was a little offended until Jasper mentioned that Edward was trying to be everywhere at once. He was our most effective surveillancer and seemed to be endlessly on patrol.
When he did take a shift with me, I knew it before he arrived. I knew it, not like Alice, with fluttering eyes and deep slips in consciousness, but with a knowing started deep inside me. I could feel the excitement pour like champagne through my veins. Bubbling and effervescent, the nearness of him started a symphony of attraction.
He would open the door quietly and my eyes would find him. Rudely, my conversation would stop mid-word with whoever was in front of me at the time. Sometimes, I would apologize and try and find my way back to the conversation, but my eyes would have trouble peeling from his.
Carlisle, excused himself on one such afternoon, snickering happily to himself and mumbling, “I know how to pick ‘em”.
Edward would greet me the same way each time “Sasha.” My name never sounded so lovely, it was as soft as a pillow and filled with beauty. At first I was ashamed of my thoughts of almost delirious happiness at the sight of him, so much so, I made feeble attempts to block them.
Edward stopped this almost immediately. He put one of his soft hands to my cheek. “Don’t censor your thoughts, they captivate me .”
Really? I spent ungodly amounts of time visualizing my hand running through his hair.
“You never lie, at least not that I have ever noticed. It is rare and endearing.”
Well ,ok then.
I let my thoughts flow freely after that little revelation. As much as I liked him around as eye candy, he too seemed to have a piece to my puzzle.
“Anything?” His sunshine colored eyes probed deeply into mine.
No. Not even a hint. He wanted to know if I had seen any ghosts.
“Have you tried?” We were in a disagreement about that. I was totally against trying to see one on purpose. Edward felt that trying in this controlled place might be safest.
Edward. I know I should, really, I do. But I am alone in my head. No one comes to beg me for anything. It is just nice.
He took my hand, which melted all my resolve to try and appear coherent.
“You are supposed to be talking out loud.” Edward’s reprimand was dismissed. I found it too natural to think to him.
I feel normal. I may be a blood-sucking vampire, but I am finally getting to feel like a real girl. Don’t take that away, Geppetto.
He changed the subject. “Well, Sasha, you have made an impact on the family. They are crazy about you, even Rosalie. Which is impressive.”
I couldn’t stop looking at our hands twirled together, like they belonged to each other.
They are too kind to try so hard with me.
“I have a surprise for you.” He looked excited and a little guilty.
Ok! What is it? He had not carried anything into the penthouse, so I doubted it was an animal.
“No, not a snack.” He led me to the door.
I put the brakes on when he opened the door to the outside world.
Really?
“If that’s ok with you?” He looked out from underneath his lashes.
I nodded. If he looked at me like that, I would happily walk through the gates of Hell if he asked. He led me to a stairwell at he end of the hall.
He walked backwards up the stairs and watched me as he held my hand. I took the steps gingerly, slightly unsure of leaving my prison for the first time. He opened the door to the roof without looking at it.
As the door opened behind to reveal a rooftop tableau, I flashed back to the dying night.
Edward pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about this that way.” His words fell on the top of my head. In his arms the champagne in my veins doubled it’s effort. I took the chance to lay my head on his chest.
Safe.
Home.
I am fine, he won’t take rooftops from me.
I leaned my head back to encourage him with my smile.
Edward nodded. He stepped backwards and lead me to the rooftop, which was much more beautiful than the one I died on.
The Cullens had created an outdoor retreat. They had paved the roof with patio stone and Esme’s golden touch revealed itself in the lush greenery. The sky-high garden was sprinkled with a few glowing tea light candles.
I couldn’t help feel my heart soar at the romantic setting. His face reflected my feelings with a wide smile.
He reached in his pocket and retrieved a watch.
“A few more seconds.” He tilted my head away from his face, until I was looking at the over-bright city nighttime sky.
“Look up, and keep looking up no matter what.” I waited, looking at this sky that had disappointed me on many human occasions.
With the sucking sound of energy lost, all the lights in the city extinguished.
I couldn’t help the gasp that slipped through my lips.
With the lights out, the stars twinkled through the night sky. I felt the laugh start in my feet.
I threw my arms out and stepped back from Edward. I began to spin to take in each and every star in the sky.
I stopped again and just stood. I could spot the big dipper, just like when I was a kid on Karen’s driveway.
I focused my eyes back on his candlelit face. His grin was so welcoming.
You did this. You turned off the city and gave me my stars back.
“Guilty as charged.” The aw-shucks smile was followed by an equally charming shuffle of his feet.
I walked slowly until he was right in front of me. I reached up and gently touched his cheek.
I love it. Thank you.
In the same instant that I put my lips to his in a soft kiss, the lights illuminated the sky again, washing my stars away.
That was perfect.
“You are welcome. Thank you for taking giant lemons and making lemonade. You could be here driving everyone crazy, hating us all. But you are just going with the flow. I expected to feel awful, being responsible for your change. But instead, I find your mind full of the positive.” Hearing him commend me for being exactly who I was made me endlessly proud.
I was getting it right.
I went to head inside, guessing I had a limited amount of time that anyone trusted me out of the penthouse.
Edward wouldn’t budge and held my hand. I turned and looked at him with my head cocked questioningly.
“If we are going to have our first kiss, let’s do it right.” His voice went husky. Edward pulled on my hand until I twirled and was wrapped in his one arm. He quickly dipped me, dramatically. I squealed in surprise and gripped his shoulder. He waited until I was quiet. Then he held his lips just above mine.
“Sasha,” was all he said. He allowed his lips a much longer kiss then I had allowed mine. He tasted so incredible, I found myself sliding my hands from his shoulders and digging into his hair.
When we finally broke the kiss, I knew I was in for it.
I am falling for you. “I am falling for you.” I whispered it out loud, into his lips.
“We are falling together then.” He looked victorious and sexy all at once.
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Couldn't have been prouder
When Emmett arrived to babysit, he found Edward and I kissing on the rooftop patio together, “Oh, for God’s sake. You actually have a room to take this nonsense to. Don’t force that crap on the rest of us.”
I straightened my posture and tried to regain some semblance of composure as Carlisle and Jasper strolled onto the patio as well. I covered my eyes with one hand and skittered off to return to the penthouse, stealing a glance at Emmett as I passed, expecting a lurid taunt. I was shocked to see him starring daggers at Edward.
I was followed by the heard of seductive vampires in the front door. I slipped into my bedroom and closed the door quickly. Soon after I heard a gentle Jasper tap, “Hey, Sasha, could you put on some more casual clothes, please?”
I rushed around the closet that was really Alice’s domain. While throwing on some jeans and a few layers of long sleeved tees, I contemplated what in the world had crawled up Emmett’s butt. I dove into the bottom of the closet and found a pair of bright red heels. I quickly slipped them on and walked out the door.
The boys had all struck casual stances while waiting. They looked like a GQ cover. The tension between Emmett and Edward was palpable.
Emmett threw a glance in my direction. “What’s up with the hooker heels, Pita?” Before I could respond with something along the lines of, ‘Sorry girlie man, did you want me to find them in your size?’ Edward was in Emmett’s face, “Do we need to step outside?” I was alarmed at the tone of his voice. Edward meant business.
“No, dude, I’m cool.” They both stood in front of one another like puffed up blowfish for a beat before they relaxed into a regular stance.
Men get over stuff so easy.
Edward addressed Jasper, “What’s going on?”
Jasper had a hint of a smile. “Alice thinks tonight would be a good night for a stroll.”
I didn’t get it at first. All the men looked at me expectedly. I looked back, waiting for them to say something else.
We all hung there for an awkward few seconds, when it hit.
My mouth dropped open.
“There it is. The mouth always pops open on the blondes when they are done thinking.” Emmett was obviously not afraid of making fun of me.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Really? I get to go? No! No! Yes?” I clapped my hands fast, launched myself at Edward, and hugged him hard. He looked pointedly at Emmett as he gave me an elaborate kiss. Carlisle ended the weirdness with a, “Let’s get going.”
On the way down the steps to the parking garage, Jasper whispered some tips, “Just walk really slow, if you see or smell a human, let yourself think and feel whatever occurs first. Edward will be listening and I can tell if you are tense. Got it?”
I couldn’t find words, so I just nodded. We exited the building and entered the early morning. It had to be about 4 in the morning. Nice and dark for all us sparklers.
I took a huge breath of the air. It smelled like freedom and I loved it.
Edward held my hands to my waist and stood directly behind me. Carlisle hooked his arm in my bent elbow. Jasper hooked his arm in my other elbow. Emmett stepped in front of me and started walking backwards.
We moved as a group. I was glad it was such a bizarre time of the day, so no one would see our little monster parade. After the first block, I wished I had worn sneakers. Walking in heels made my gait slightly off and it was distracting me.
Emmett saw the tension in my face and started his tirade, “Well lookie here, Pita’s out of her cage. Taking the Cullen family pet out for a walk. Did someone bring a baggy? Or at least a shock collar?”
“Shut it.” He had succeeded in getting me to smile.
Emmett started to bounce around and fake box me.
“You are a child.” Secretly, I was glad he seemed back to normal.
Walking with my really close bodyguards was oddly comforting. I knew I was safe with them. I was thrilled I had reached this stage of development.
The whole posse slowed down. They all spoke with hand gestures and facial expressions. Edward spoke from behind me “Ok, let’s give it a shot.”
I was wondering what the hell was up when the scent hit me. They must have sensed it first.
Blood. Human Blood. Oh Blood.
Every limb on me tightened. Jasper sent calming waves of energy over me.
I began thinking of a way out. Without planning on it, I felt my mouth curve around my teeth.
“She’s transitioning.” Edward’s calm words were followed by more pressure on my body from the men.
Emmett stepped forward and grabbed my neck in one of his massive hands.
Instead of scaring me, it steadied me.
I’m going to be ok. If I slip they will kill me. I won’t hurt anyone.
I dragged my lips closed around my deadly teeth. I saw my potential victim then, a homeless man in an alley. I could smell his dirty skin and his oily hair. But the heartbeat made all of that seem tasty. We all waited as I listened to the ambrosial sound of his heartbeat. The man was sleeping deeply. Slowly, the pressure was removed. First Emmett, who whispered,
“You got this Pita, hang tight.”
Carlisle patted my arm gently as he withdrew. Edward was next, lifting his comforting hands and taking a step back.
Jasper was still hanging on, “When I let go, be tougher then the thirst.”
He watched my eyes as he took his arm away. I felt his calming power disengage. The rouge wave of pain almost took me to my knees. “Jasper.” I wanted his numb calm again.
I could hear the men’s fading footsteps. Edward faintly gave me a simple direction. “Come back to the penthouse as soon as you can.”
I was alone with a human. A very arguably expendable human.
I need that blood. The heart will stop beating. The silence will be bliss. I will be full.
I was crouched and ready to pounce, timing my bite on the upbeat, anticipating the fountain of blood from his neck, when I had a rational thought.
I would create a ghost if I killed him.
I uncurled from my crouch. After so many years of steering confused spirits, I could not make a ghost.
I turned my back on the man and the dark alley that was his pitiful shelter. I stepped towards the streetlight that illuminated the way to the penthouse.
When I opened the door, the men were already celebrating. High fives and smothering hugs met me as I was passed from one Cullen man to another.
I found my way into Edward’s arms “Your one of us now. I could not be prouder of you.”
This was my favorite day as a vampire, hands down.
The man? I thought to Edward.
Edward looked as if he expected this question. "The Cullens will be sponsoring his medical care. He will want for nothing for the rest of his long life."
I should know better by now. Thank you.
When Emmett arrived to babysit, he found Edward and I kissing on the rooftop patio together, “Oh, for God’s sake. You actually have a room to take this nonsense to. Don’t force that crap on the rest of us.”
I straightened my posture and tried to regain some semblance of composure as Carlisle and Jasper strolled onto the patio as well. I covered my eyes with one hand and skittered off to return to the penthouse, stealing a glance at Emmett as I passed, expecting a lurid taunt. I was shocked to see him starring daggers at Edward.
I was followed by the heard of seductive vampires in the front door. I slipped into my bedroom and closed the door quickly. Soon after I heard a gentle Jasper tap, “Hey, Sasha, could you put on some more casual clothes, please?”
I rushed around the closet that was really Alice’s domain. While throwing on some jeans and a few layers of long sleeved tees, I contemplated what in the world had crawled up Emmett’s butt. I dove into the bottom of the closet and found a pair of bright red heels. I quickly slipped them on and walked out the door.
The boys had all struck casual stances while waiting. They looked like a GQ cover. The tension between Emmett and Edward was palpable.
Emmett threw a glance in my direction. “What’s up with the hooker heels, Pita?” Before I could respond with something along the lines of, ‘Sorry girlie man, did you want me to find them in your size?’ Edward was in Emmett’s face, “Do we need to step outside?” I was alarmed at the tone of his voice. Edward meant business.
“No, dude, I’m cool.” They both stood in front of one another like puffed up blowfish for a beat before they relaxed into a regular stance.
Men get over stuff so easy.
Edward addressed Jasper, “What’s going on?”
Jasper had a hint of a smile. “Alice thinks tonight would be a good night for a stroll.”
I didn’t get it at first. All the men looked at me expectedly. I looked back, waiting for them to say something else.
We all hung there for an awkward few seconds, when it hit.
My mouth dropped open.
“There it is. The mouth always pops open on the blondes when they are done thinking.” Emmett was obviously not afraid of making fun of me.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Really? I get to go? No! No! Yes?” I clapped my hands fast, launched myself at Edward, and hugged him hard. He looked pointedly at Emmett as he gave me an elaborate kiss. Carlisle ended the weirdness with a, “Let’s get going.”
On the way down the steps to the parking garage, Jasper whispered some tips, “Just walk really slow, if you see or smell a human, let yourself think and feel whatever occurs first. Edward will be listening and I can tell if you are tense. Got it?”
I couldn’t find words, so I just nodded. We exited the building and entered the early morning. It had to be about 4 in the morning. Nice and dark for all us sparklers.
I took a huge breath of the air. It smelled like freedom and I loved it.
Edward held my hands to my waist and stood directly behind me. Carlisle hooked his arm in my bent elbow. Jasper hooked his arm in my other elbow. Emmett stepped in front of me and started walking backwards.
We moved as a group. I was glad it was such a bizarre time of the day, so no one would see our little monster parade. After the first block, I wished I had worn sneakers. Walking in heels made my gait slightly off and it was distracting me.
Emmett saw the tension in my face and started his tirade, “Well lookie here, Pita’s out of her cage. Taking the Cullen family pet out for a walk. Did someone bring a baggy? Or at least a shock collar?”
“Shut it.” He had succeeded in getting me to smile.
Emmett started to bounce around and fake box me.
“You are a child.” Secretly, I was glad he seemed back to normal.
Walking with my really close bodyguards was oddly comforting. I knew I was safe with them. I was thrilled I had reached this stage of development.
The whole posse slowed down. They all spoke with hand gestures and facial expressions. Edward spoke from behind me “Ok, let’s give it a shot.”
I was wondering what the hell was up when the scent hit me. They must have sensed it first.
Blood. Human Blood. Oh Blood.
Every limb on me tightened. Jasper sent calming waves of energy over me.
I began thinking of a way out. Without planning on it, I felt my mouth curve around my teeth.
“She’s transitioning.” Edward’s calm words were followed by more pressure on my body from the men.
Emmett stepped forward and grabbed my neck in one of his massive hands.
Instead of scaring me, it steadied me.
I’m going to be ok. If I slip they will kill me. I won’t hurt anyone.
I dragged my lips closed around my deadly teeth. I saw my potential victim then, a homeless man in an alley. I could smell his dirty skin and his oily hair. But the heartbeat made all of that seem tasty. We all waited as I listened to the ambrosial sound of his heartbeat. The man was sleeping deeply. Slowly, the pressure was removed. First Emmett, who whispered,
“You got this Pita, hang tight.”
Carlisle patted my arm gently as he withdrew. Edward was next, lifting his comforting hands and taking a step back.
Jasper was still hanging on, “When I let go, be tougher then the thirst.”
He watched my eyes as he took his arm away. I felt his calming power disengage. The rouge wave of pain almost took me to my knees. “Jasper.” I wanted his numb calm again.
I could hear the men’s fading footsteps. Edward faintly gave me a simple direction. “Come back to the penthouse as soon as you can.”
I was alone with a human. A very arguably expendable human.
I need that blood. The heart will stop beating. The silence will be bliss. I will be full.
I was crouched and ready to pounce, timing my bite on the upbeat, anticipating the fountain of blood from his neck, when I had a rational thought.
I would create a ghost if I killed him.
I uncurled from my crouch. After so many years of steering confused spirits, I could not make a ghost.
I turned my back on the man and the dark alley that was his pitiful shelter. I stepped towards the streetlight that illuminated the way to the penthouse.
When I opened the door, the men were already celebrating. High fives and smothering hugs met me as I was passed from one Cullen man to another.
I found my way into Edward’s arms “Your one of us now. I could not be prouder of you.”
This was my favorite day as a vampire, hands down.
The man? I thought to Edward.
Edward looked as if he expected this question. "The Cullens will be sponsoring his medical care. He will want for nothing for the rest of his long life."
I should know better by now. Thank you.
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