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Hide and Seek

The question that most people have the answer to. Who am I? It was the question I intended to answer. One I know I have to. You know how, as a kid, you had great memories about riding your bike to your grandma’s house, where you would get a batch of warm cookies? Hmmm? Lucky you. I don’t have any memories. Not since I was changed into a vampire. I can’t even remember my own name. So, like any other living...no, that’s not the right word....like any other thing, I am curious. My friend, a nomad I met in my hometown, Burlington, named me Andrea Joyce Chourre, her mother’s name. It stuck with me, however, I did add my own special flare, I’m Andy, not Andrea. I push my Corvette faster, the trees and snow of Vermont only a blur. I don’t know where I am going, and I don’t know where to stop, but I will soon. Even with a Corvette, sleek, aerodynamic as it is, I still need gas. At least I know one thing, Forks, Washington is a long ways away.

Hey everybody, it’s Willie Jean here. The main character of this story will be introduced with their power in the first chapter, in case anyone wants to know who the person is, but at least this way you can get some background info on the character. Remember, reviews are appreciated, good or bad, we don’t care. We would like constructive critism, anything to help us with our first story. Thanks for reading!!!

7. Bad News Andy

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Punctual to their said time, a door bell was rung.

I had been told to wait with Bella upstairs. The next thing I heard was a crash, and then yelling.

“YOU CHANGED BELLA?!?!” said the voice I had heard over the phone.

“Jacob, hold your temper, give them some time to explain.” Said another, deeper voice.

“No.” He snarled.

Then I heard another crash, most likely the couch, or maybe Edward’s piano.

I looked to Bella who was pale with fear.

I nodded to her, telling her to be silent.

I tiptoed down, the Cullens or the tall boys hearing nothing as they were yelling at each other.

I caught Jasper’s eye and we nodded. I changed all the red and black to a calm, peaceful blue.

The yelling stopped and all eyes were on me.

Carlisle nodded proudly at me, giving me “the signal”.

“You should know some things. One, the Cullens did not create me. I needed their help. And two, Bella is still human. As long as I’m here that’ll remain the way it is. And three, you’re scaring Bella, so cut it out.”

Silence. It really was unnerving.

I was having some serious trouble keeping Edward’s color under control. For whatever reason, he was fighting it. His tendons were standing out on his arms and neck like he was going to explode.

I was trying to stay focused, but the tall, dark men standing to my right caught my attention.

Boy, were they tall. Even taller than I was. Maybe 6’5, 6’7. One had short hair, in a buzz cut. The other had longer hair, maybe down to his shoulders.

They both had amazing eyes. They were dark, framed by lashes. Their skin was tan, a reddish brown.

My ogling on the shorter one was interrupted when I heard messy steps into the room. B

ella had arrived.

“See?” I said dryly.

“Still as clumsy as ever!” Emmett said proudly.

Bella blushed as she came to my side.

The taller one spoke first. “Well, we see that Bella is still human, but this”-he pointed to me- “will have to be taken care of.” I

was pissed. He can’t come barging into my home, break Edward’s piano and the couch and then expect me to willingly die. No, I had just gotten here, and finally felt accepted.

“No.” I said adamantly. The taller one looked at me like I had grown a second head.

“Excuse me?” He said.

“Are you as brain dead as you are inconsiderate? I said, no!” pronouncing every word as if he were retarded.

“Andy.” Bella snapped. She was way overprotective of these guys.

“You really don’t want to make them angry.” She said her brown eyes glassy.

All the Cullens snorted. I looked at Jasper, and together we sent a second wave of calming on everyone.

“Sorry, Sam.” Bella said.

But I was focused on something else. Edward. I let him go.

“Jeeze, Edward, spit it out.” “

Jacob.” He said through his teeth, looking hatefully at the man I had ogled.

Bella looked at Jacob, then at Edward, then to Jacob and followed his line of vision to me.

“Jacob”, Bella said surprisingly, “did you just imprint?”