Elemental by TallulahBelle (incl. ...

Elemental by TallulahBelle (incl. 4 outtakes), ! do poczytania, ! FF

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Elemental by TallulahBelle
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5241793/1/
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BPOV
We were surrounded by the darkness.
Feelings of fear and dread washed over me, leaving me shaking with thoughts of
being completely helpless. I felt its ice like fingers slowly moving towards us and
I frantically reached out my hand to the closest body to me, in a subconscious
move of self-protection.
Looking over to my right to see that it was Alice's hand that I was holding;
wearing the same expression on her face that was flowing through me. On the
opposite side of her was Jasper, holding onto her other hand.
We had found ourselves in a small opening in the forest, trying to regroup, only
to fall into its trap. The trees and bushes around us were alive with unnatural
moaning of pure gloom, foreboding what was about to befall us.
I could see my breath clearly, with the oncoming cold mist that was seeping its
way towards us.
"Bella, you have to take Edward's hand!" Alice shouted next to me. The noise
from the forest was loud enough that normal conversation was impossible to
hear.
I turned my head to my left and saw Edward standing near me. Looking up to see
his face filled with apprehension.
My own fear briefly changed to warmth towards him. It was that strange,
wonderful, floating feeling that had been making its way to the surface of my
being every time I was with him lately. I could almost see its rose-colored glow
surround us. His face, person, everything, had become something precious to me
in these past few weeks. I felt a moment of regret for not telling him what he
meant to me.
Edward sensing my emotional change, reached for my hand and gripped it
tightly. He held up our hands to show me that he was in this with me. That we
were joined in whatever fate held for us now as his feelings of regret and warmth
flowed over to me in return.
We are now equals.
"We're all joined in a circle!" I think Emmett yelled behind me.
My eyes stayed on Edward's face, who had closed his eyes in concentration to
begin calling and channeling the Elements. I could see the strain and feel his
fatigue that always followed when he tried to handle all four of them: Earth, Air,
Fire, and Water. In every other attempt we made, it had always led to failure.
With our lives in peril, I could feel him trying to override the sleepiness trying to
drag him under into the subconscious.
If there was some way that I could help him.
A flash of remembrance about a conversation between Esme and me, shortly
after my imprinting, came to mind. Something that I had overlooked in our
studies was now glaringly obvious. Would it work? We had failed every other time
when we were joined in a circle, putting too much into one thought process. My
gut told me that I was on the right path. Time was almost up for all of us. We
needed to act on this now if we had any chance of surviving.
"Edward, stop! I know what we have to do!" I shouted in his ear.
-O-O-O-
BPOV
Everything is Green…
… And wet.
Ever since we entered Northern California, it was as if we hit a wall of damp
signaling that we were no longer in the warmth of my childhood hometown. Tall
trees and rain had become the constant view outside my window in the backseat
of my parent's car.
Mom and dad, after years of living in Phoenix, decided to move back to their
hometown of Forks, Washington. It was some little town that barely registered on
a map, with one main street running through it. After looking it up on Google, I
realized it was going to be a bit of a drive to the nearest city that contained
anything like a movie theater or a bookstore. Forks was essentially in the middle
of nowhere, surround by lots of immense foliage and water.
Why they couldn't have waited a year, so I could finish my high school
experience? Instead, they felt the need to move the first week of August, just two
weeks away from the new school year. They didn't say much about why we were
moving except that it had to do with family matters that needed attending to
immediately; a family that I had never met in all my seventeen years.
I had heard various things about them growing up, but we had never paid them a
visit during holidays or even had them come to us for a stopover. No Christmas
or birthday cards, or even photos were exchanged. It was like mom, dad, and I
were the only family members that mattered. We were happy, so I didn't think to
question them further about the lack of contact or visits.
Now, I just didn't understand the about-face of it all, and to have it happen so
quickly.
Of course, I would never verbalize my thoughts out loud to my parents. I sensed
that they were not entirely happy with the move themselves. My usually
exuberant mother became quiet overnight. When packing, I caught her a few
times staring into space, clearly lost in her thoughts, her face showing extreme
stress. I had never seen her act this way before and found it to be slightly
unnerving.
Dad wasn't much better. He had always been quiet, but it was like he went
completely mute.
In the last few days leading up to the drive up North, it had been up to me to
organize the trip. Dad was trying to finish up work and mom had been on
autopilot with packing. She was determined to get as much finished in the short
amount of time we had to pack. Anything that didn't involve stuffing things into
boxes was pushed to the side in her mind. Dad had given us a deadline of only
three days.
On my last night, I had gone to the movies and dinner with a few friends from
school. We made promises to e-mail, but I had a feeling that it was half-hearted.
I was never popular at school. I was always the quiet, bookworm girl, not the
cheerleading, party girl. I really had no use for getting involved with the illegal
activities that most of that crowd was into at weekend parties. Not that I was
ever invited, having a father that was a cop scared most kids away from inviting
me into those situations.
The friends I had were more fair-weathered and I think that my cop father was
hindering the fact that they had actually wanted to attend those parties. If that's
what they wanted, it was probably better that the friendship ended here. I had
plans to earn a scholarship to a good college and needed all of my faculties to
concentrate on the end goal.
The drive had so far been relatively quiet. The only diversion had been mom, who
was trying to snap out of her depression during the trip. She got dad to stop at
places of interest for photo opportunities. My mother was into anything creative
and was always involving me in the classes of her latest hobby. Painting, cooking,
pottery, basket weaving, ballroom dancing, you name it she has probably tried it.
Photography was her latest passion. Stopping at places that had buildings shaped
like coffee pots or old movie theaters with interesting decor, to take photos,
appealed to her artistic side.
Seeing that it gave her some sort of peace and happiness, I conceded to having
my picture taken along the way, even though it made me slightly uncomfortable.
I never felt photogenic and the extra attention was not something I sought.
"Bella?" My father's deep, but soft voice broke me out of my thoughts. "We're
about five miles away."
I sat up straighter in my seat, taking a better look out of the window at the
surrounding view. We came upon the small town minutes later. I took in all the
shops, restaurants, and motel along the main road. They were smaller and grey
in comparison to the buildings I was use to in Phoenix. I felt a twinge of
depression.
No warm inviting colors here.
We took a turn onto a smaller road, near the end of the most concentrated
buildings of Fork's downtown area. We drove past a few neighborhoods with
medium size houses, that all seemed to have a similar look to them: white
outsides with dark colored shutters around the windows, and smallish front yards.
When we were driving past more trees than houses, I was curious to know where
exactly we were headed.
"Dad?" I asked in confusion.
"Hmmm?"
"Where are we going?"
It was then that I saw a solitary road up ahead and felt the car slow down to
prepare to turn the corner. A frisson of something ran down my body. Something
akin to electricity.
"We're a few more miles from the house," dad replied after turning onto the road.
Moments later, I caught glimpses of white peeking through the trees. As we got
closer, I could make out large houses settled near each other.
The houses were nothing like what we had first seen upon entering the residential
area, that they were more like mansions. The strange thing about them was that
they were all different styles of design, but they seemed to fit together. They had
some sort of harmony in their oddity.
As we passed one of the "newer" houses, two young women were standing in the
driveway talking to each other. They turned to look, specifically at me, when we
drove by them. One of them was a breath-taking, tall blonde, who had her arms
crossed over her chest and stared at me directly without any sign of courtesy.
The other was her opposite, in height and coloring, but just as beautiful. She
smiled and gave a small wave. I gave a little smile in return.
Finally, we came to a stop in the circular driveway in front of a home that looked
older than the rest. It was a large two story house; strike that, mansion, with
columns that supported a second story wrap-around porch. The first story also
had a porch with large French doors and dark green shutters adorning them. I
could see that a good amount of the house was brick, but was painted white.
Holy shit, it's Tara from Gone with the Wind.
I swallowed hard, and turned to dad to find that he was staring at the house with
such intensity, like a man in a desert finding an oasis full of cool water.
"Dad?" I asked tentatively, not sure if I should break whatever spell he was
under.
He didn't even look away from the house, just grunted in acknowledgement.
"Is this our house?"
This seemed to alert him to move. He turned the engine off, and got out of the
car. Mom followed, but didn't give the place much attention. She had been
extremely quiet since we hit the town city limits.
"Yes. This is the Swan House, where I grew up," he said as he made his way up
to the front porch.
This bit of information shocked me, realizing how little I knew of my father's life
before Phoenix.
"You grew up here?" I asked incredulously, waving my hand in the direction of
the house, following him.
As he took the first step onto the porch, the front door opened to reveal a
handsome woman, who looked to be about the same age as dad. She had light
brown hair, bright blue eyes, and was wearing black dress pants with a royal blue
silk blouse.
"Charlie! It's so good to see you!" The woman exclaimed happily, stepping
forward to embrace my father. "How was your trip?"
After a few words with dad about the journey, she turned towards us to take in
mom and me. When she looked at mom, her smile faltered a little, but it was
back in place when her eyes met mine. In fact, her smile brightened further then
when she greeted dad.
"You must be Isabella," she said coming down to the foot of the steps, where I
stood. She took me into a maternal hug and then pulled away to get a better look
at me, keeping her hands on my upper arms.
"Welcome to Forks. I'm your Aunt Margaret," she said. She gave me one more
hug and then released me to greet mom.
There was a sort of tension between them, but could tell that mom was relieved
when they eventually embraced. They were quiet in their greeting, interrupted
only by Dad who broke the moment with a clearing of his throat.
"Is anyone else around or just you, Maggie?"
"No, it's just me for the moment," Aunt Margaret replied, turning her attention
back to dad. "We planned on having you over for dinner later tonight, but since
that is only a few hours away, we can put it off until tomorrow if you want to get
settled in a bit."
Dad looked over to mom and then nodded his head. "I think tomorrow might be
better."
She smiled and then looked at me. "Isabella, maybe tomorrow morning you
would like to meet your cousin Emmett? He's been looking forward to your
arrival."
"Um, okay," I replied, receiving yet another stunning bit of information: I had a
cousin.
She smiled "Great. Is ten o'clock okay?" looking at dad for confirmation. "We'll
bring breakfast."
Dad just nodded his head in acceptance.
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