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An Ocean Away

Summary:
Twins Ansel and Allegra live very different lives. Ansel lives in Forks, eagerly anticipating the day he will become a werewolf. Allegra lives in Volterra, loving the life of a Volturi guard member. The problem is, they have no idea they're related. Part four in the Twist of Fate series.


Notes:
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3. Ansel: Narcissus

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Meanwhile, An Ocean Away...

“And now, for the winning point...” said Axelle dramatically. “Who was the most celebrated knight of the Round Table?”

“Ding!” I yelled. We didn't have buzzers, and we were playing trivia. It was Emmett against me this round, and we were tied. He almost broke our kitchen table when he lost the point that evened us out.

Emmett glared at me.

“Sir Lancelot du Lac,” I answered quickly.

“Dammit!” yelled Emmett. He stormed out of the house a second later. He was a terrible loser.

“We have a winner!” announced my mom in her game show host voice. “Today's winner will take home a new car, a new house, a yacht, and a trip to the Caribbean!”

“Really?” I asked. They always did strange things like that. Once they whisked me off to Hawaii for two weeks with only an hour's notice.

My mom laughed harshly. “No, you crazy!”

Jack joined in.

“Hey, hey, hey, none of that! You guys are just ridiculous enough to do it,” I said defensively.

“Okay, smarty,” said Jack. “It's eleven, and if you don't get your sleep we'll have to go down to school and... I don't know, have a parent teacher conference, or something.”

“Glad to hear you care,” I said, grinning. “And while you're at that parent teacher conference, I can play on the playground! Oh, and color with chalk, too.” The last time I had a conference I was five, and my grandpa Jacob was actually the one to go. My mom and dad were too well known still.

“You didn't play with chalk. You were too busy riding around in your cool little car,” said my mom. “It was the coolest toy I've ever seen.”

“I had one of those? Where is it?” I asked.

“Up in the attic,” replied my dad, shrugging.

“Excellent!” I turned and ran towards my bedroom. You could get into the attic through a door in my closet.

“Ansel, Ansel, Ansel!” exclaimed my mom. She stopped me as I was sprinting up the stairs.

“Yeah?”

My dad was right behind her. “There are... spiders up there! It's infested, actually. We need to call someone. I just wouldn't go up there if I was you,” he said quickly.

I laughed. “That explains all my spider infested clothes!” The door to the attic was always open a crack, and if there were any spiders I would have known.

I ignored their protests, and pulled down the ladder in my closet. It was a bit dusty, but there was not a spider in sight. The car was there alright, but I couldn't find the charger I spotted a few boxes labeled “kid stuff”, and pulled them open. If it was anywhere, it'd be in one of those.

What I wasn't expecting was a box full of baby girl clothes.

“Mom?” I called, keeping my eyes fixed on the box.

“I'm right here,” she said quietly from behind me. She and Jack were standing just inside. They both looked devastated.

I turned around, the little pink outfit in my hands. “Why do we have these?”

My mom didn't answer.

“We didn't know if you were a boy or a girl before you were born. We wanted it to be a surprise,” said my dad, his voice rough.

“Oh... well, have you seen the charger for this puppy? I know I wouldn't fit in it, but just look at how cool it is! Emmett and I could find some way to have fun with this.” I changed the subject. Something was wrong, and I knew it had to do with the baby clothes. There was something they weren't telling me, which had never happened before. We were always honest with each other, no matter what.

At school the next day, I still couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling. During our early morning practice, I missed every shot I made. Mr. Carlson asked me a question, and I got the complete wrong answer. It wasn't until English that I snapped out of it.

Athena was at our table before I got there. She was reading her book again, and wouldn't look up. I sat down, and stared into space. I had never, ever experienced what I was feeling. I saw myself, reflected in the window, and frowned. My wavy black hair looked just like my dad's. My pale skin was just a shade darker than my mom's. I got my eye color from my mom, and my height from my dad.

“Enjoying yourself, Narcissus?” asked Athena.

“I've not fallen in and drowned yet, thank you very much,” I snapped.

“And I hope you're not in love with your twin sister.” She smirked.

“I don't have a sister, so that doesn't work at all.”

For the first time, she seemed like she actually might laugh. She stopped herself at the last second, though, and turned her attention back to her book.

“I'm not going to fall for it, Ansel,” she murmured.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I sighed.

She glanced up, her green eyes skeptical. “Sure.”

“No, really. I have no idea what you're talking about,” I said. “Could you explain it to me? I mean, what exactly are you not going to fall for?”

She clenched her jaw. “I'm not going to fall for your stupid little games.”

“I'm really not like that, Athena,” I said. “But you don't have to believe me. I mean, I could care less about my reputation. If everyone's talking about what a player I am, then it just must be true, right? And because I'm such a player, that must mean that I'm a bad person, and that I deserve to be punished, right?”

“Do you know what it's like, Ansel? Have you ever dated a player?”

“I've not had the privilege,” I said, shrugging.

She shook her head.

“So I'm guessing we aren't going to be friends. I mean, even though you hardly know me, and even though I hardly know you, and even though you're the only person I know that would ever reference Greek mythology, it's just not going to happen.”

“Nope,” she said. “Tons of people know about Greek mythology, and I do know you.”

“No, Athena, you don't. You don't know that my favorite color is green, that the people in my family are my best friends, or that I happen to think that you're incredibly pretty when you're angry. So no, you don't know me.”

Her mouth popped open, and she didn't say anything.

The bell rang then, at the perfect moment, and I walked out of the room. She sat there, watching me leave. I didn't like Athena at all... but for some reason, I knew I had to have her.