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Abstract Reality

17-year-old Ana Forrester has lost everything. Her parents, her place in this world, her story. After a near-fatal car crash, the Cullens take her in, where she meets Seth Clearwater. Soon, she realizes that her life may have a chance to turn itself around. But when the Volturi threaten Ana’s safety, she must make a choice between her new family, and the wrath of the Volturi. THIS STORY IS COMPLETE!!!!!!! THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO READ & REVIEWED!!!! HOPE TO SEE YOU AT ROUND 2!!!!*~Nymphadora_Cullen~*

In case anyone's wondering, in this story, Ana is 17, which means everything is happening now. Bella's been a vampire for two years, and Nessie is, I guess, about the physical representation of a ten or twelve-year-old. Also, I'm planning to do a playlist for this fic. Check the chapter notes to see what music works for each chapter If anyone has any questions, please leave a review.

3. Chapter 3: Seth

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Chapter 3: Seth

Nessie ran down the stairs. “Jake!” she squealed.

I heard Bella’s musical laughter, and turned in time to see Edward roll his eyes before they ran down the stairs, matching each other for speed, step by step. They were so fast that I only had to blink in order to lose sight of them.

I followed more slowly, not because I was so slow, but because I didn’t want to disturb their guests. I could hear their voices far below, but couldn’t catch the exact words. Not that I felt like listening to what they said.

I wanted to be alone for a moment.

Life had taken everything away from me in the blink of an eye; I’d lost my parents and stepfather in the span of two years. I’d been uprooted not once, not twice, but three times. I was in an unknown house, with vampires of all people. Well, vegetarian vampires, according to what Bella and Edward had told me that up on the landing.

I stopped descending the stairs, and sat down, cupping my face in my hands. I could feel a rough patch of gauze on my forehead; I knew without thinking that it would be a reminder of what had transpired only last night. Thankfully, it was on the left side of my face by my hairline, making concealment quite easy; I just wouldn’t wear ponytails until it healed, or I felt comfortable with it sitting on my face.

I slowly stood up, gazing at the wall next to me in order to calm myself somewhat before taking the rest of the stairs down.

The hall was quite big, with a hallway just below the stair I had just descended. The first floor itself opened into a large, open space, and when I craned my neck, I could see another room with a big-screen television, couches, and a grand piano.

I instantly flashed back to my early days, when I’d spent the day with a friend who lived in the neighboring town of Hastings, about thirty minutes away from my house in St. Paul. The family had owned a wooden Vose & Sons standard piano that the mother had grown up playing in her family home.

“Ana, I didn’t think you’d come down. Daddy said you might need to rest, but I had a feeling that you were stronger than he thought.” Nessie whispered as she waltzed over to me. Right behind her was a tall, muscular man with shaggy black hair, russet skin, and white teeth that gleamed whenever he smiled.

“Jake, this is Ana,” Nessie said, “Ana, this is Jake.”

“Hello, Ana,” Jake muttered, extending his hand.

“It’s a pleasure,” I muttered, shaking it.

Jake smiled. Then, Nessie whispered something in Jake’s ear. Jake grinned, picked Nessie up, and ran into the living room.

I saw Edward, who had been talking to another tall, tan boy similar to Jake glace at me, and shake his head. Meanwhile, Bella and Alice started laughing.

Edward broke off his conversation with the other boy to throw his arms around Bella and rock her softly in his arms, whispering softly in her ear. This gave me the chance to see the other boy.

Not only was he tall and strong-looking, but he looked the exact definition of boyish, sitting squarly somewhere between childhood and adulthood. He was tan, with sandy hair that flopped into his caramel-fudge colored eyes. He looked up at me, his head tilting to the side as he scrutinized me, his mouth opened in a slight, puckered O.

I walked up to him, my hand already out. “I’m Ana Forrester.” I said, hoping to come off as strong, but sounding like a kindergartener upon meeting her first playmate.

“I’m Seth Clearwater,” he muttered, sounding nervous, like a guy on a blind date.

“Apparently, it isn’t as uncommon as Jake thought it was,” Edward said. Bella nodded in agreement.

“What isn’t?” I asked. What were they talking about?

Bella smiled. “Imprinting.” She said calmly, as if she’d announced that breakfast was ready.