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Those Golden Eyes

A sparsely mentioned human responsible for quite a bit of the happening of Twilight knows more than we thought she did. Excerpt:"He was gorgeous; blonde hair, pale skin, bright smile...golden eyes."

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1. Meeting In The Snow

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My beautiful mother stirred, before flapping blindly at the air and rolling over. I knew it was probably too early, but I just couldn't wait. I had stayed up all night waiting for this day, and I was already shaking in my slippers with excitement.

"Mama! Papa!"

That got her up. She knew that Papa was always cranky if he was woken up without permission. I didn't say it loud enough for him to hear through his sleep and his snoring, but her sleepy mind didn't know that. She quickly jumped up, pushed me out the room, changed out of her jammies, and entered our vast kitchen.

We weren't the richest people around, I knew that, but we were, as Mama'd put it, "Well off." I wasn't exactly sure how good well off was, but I could guess. Papa owned a renowned farm around these parts, and we had generous customers.

I even had my own room! Most children my age, like my friend Ida May from the sewing meeting, still slept snug as a bug in the same room as their parents. I knew they were envious of me, and so I didn't shout it out anymore, as I once had.

Most kids my age didn't have such lenient parents, either. Don't twist my words, they disciplined me. I had gotten the switch many of times. It left me red and stinging, but I learned my lessons.

Well anyway, most kids, especially my friends, who were all girls, weren't allowed to do much. They had to sit around inside, drinking tea and cleaning and making dinner.

In fact, that's what Mama did. But she was a city girl, from stricter times. She married the neighbor boy, who was Papa. After Papa's father died, Papa sold the old house he used to live in and used the money to start a farm in rural Michigan. That's where I was born.

But, being a country girl, as my city girl friends called me, I had more freedom. Mama would let me outside to play on the estate, as long as I didn't go far, kept to myself, didn't bother Papa's livestock, and returned at dusk. During that time, I was allowed to act like a boy, and I soaked it all up.

I played in the nearby forest, knowing no one could see and judge me. Mama always comforted me when I cried; I hated being judged. I would end up sobbing in the comfort of her arms, wondering what made the ladies at the sewing club stare at me with disdain like they did, before sniffing and walking away. It was a terrible feeling, being rejected.

And so, I was allowed away from prying eyes, as we lived far away from town. Our neighbors were miles off, and we only had one. I wasn't sure of his name; I just knew he was a doctor. I'd never seen him, because my physician came to the house, proclaiming I was "Fit as a fiddle!" or "Healthy as a horse!" He seemed to love those doctor-like sayings.

"Beth, what is it that you want? And why would you go and try to wake Papa, you've seen how cranky he gets!" My mother continued to scold me lightly, but was grinning while doing it.

"Mama, it's time for sledding! You know we always sled early on Christmas morning!" My family had a strange tradition, one that other kids labeled as "Just plain wrong." We enjoyed sledding and baking in the morning and noon times, before gathering around the fire to sing Christmas songs during present opening, sipping warm milk the whole time.

Though it was only the three of us, we always had such a merry time, especially during the present opening. It was always like a picture from a story book. I'd open the first present, not bothering with the pretty little nothings decorating the box, eager to get to the present. Papa would put his arm around Mama, and both would sit on the bench as I bent near the tree. I'd open the present finally, exclaiming how wonderful it was, and they'd just smile on. It was always perfect to the last detail.

Today was supposed to be no different. Though I knew I was about three hours early, I was ready for our yearly head start.

She sighed, raking her blonde hair back, before letting her hand settle in front of her eyes. She split her fingers into a V, and an emerald poked out at me. I always loved Mama's pretty eye color, and was euphoric I had inherited it.

"You know you're early, little one. You may not be able to read clocks yet, but it's still too dark."

I opened my mouth to contradict, to explain. I wanted to tell her that I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep, waiting for sledding. But she was too fast.

"Don't even think of denying it. I know you, and you know I know."

She arched a thin eyebrow, her eyes sparkling playfully, daring me to challenge her.

"Yes Mama..." I whispered, looking down at my feet. She laughed.

"Child, you are so endearing. Here, fetch your boots and coat, and be back at sunrise. Go ahead and play, but remember..."

I cut her off, reciting the list of things she told me not to do every time I went out.

"Leave the animals be, don't bother strangers, don't wander too far, and hurry home on time, yes Mama."

She rolled her eyes, and shooed me away, giggling. Oh, how I loved her.

I ran up the stairs, slipping only once in my haste. I turned right, before bursting into my room. It had a door, but no lock. It was painted beige, with green hints here and there. The bed sheets matched my oddly colored hair, and overall reflected me. The light creamy walls were my own skin, the green was my eyes, and the strange bronze, a mix between my mother's blonde and father's brown, was draped all over my bed, like flowing caramel. My room was my haven, even including my very own sewing table.

It was even where my kitten, Maybelline, lived. She was the cutest thing you'll ever have seen; black, with sky blue eyes and a white belly. She was my baby, and I loved her so.

After dressing quickly, I rushed down the stairs, tripping twice. I waved goodbye to my mother, and she smiled before making her way to bed. I grinned, loving her more and more with each passing second of each day.

I headed out toward the woods, planning on looking for the nearby rabbit hole I was investigating. I had seen flashes of fur when peering in, and if everything was quiet enough, there was even the soft, wet sound of breathing.

I walked toward the opening in the trees I had marked with a colored stone, and pushed my way through the bushes.

I walked on, making sure to turn left at the stump, right at the broken tree. Yet suddenly, I slipped on ice, and began to fall. My skirt rode up embarrassingly high, yet I was too distressed to notice. I was falling down quite a steep hill, and there was nothing for me to grab a hold of. I just had to hope the bottom was soft enough to land on.

I had gained speed, everything passing by in a blur. Snow ran up my legs, down my face, mingling with tears and sweat. I didn't think I was going to make it.

Finally, I hit the bottom, and I stilled. I was dizzy and shocked, freezing and worrying all at the same time. I laid still, waiting for my upside down world to stop spinning.

While lying low, I obviously stopped breathing, and felt my arms and legs. There were multiple cuts, and I found that I couldn't breathe, my throat painfully constricted with worry and frost.

I heard a faint sucking sound in the distance, then the slightest rustle. I glanced around, and saw the figure of a man bent over a deer. I closed my eyes, sick at the sight. It sounded as if earth was being dug, but just as quickly as I heard that, it was gone. Faint footsteps and I looked around for the source. I saw blood seeping out of my leg and winced. There wasn't a lot; I knew I was safe; if I got out of the cold. It was nearing sunrise, and I had no idea where I was! Oh no!

The footsteps got louder, and I saw a faint glimmer where a crack in the trees was located. I looked that way, squinting as the sun hit my eyes. And then, the most magical voice on Earth reached my ears.

"Are you alright?"

I whipped my head round, and there stood the most gorgeous man in existence. I couldn't help but stare as admiration took over for whoever he was.

"Child? Oh, you're bleeding!" He exclaimed. He grabbed a convenient roll of gauze, and I knew who it was as he reached for my leg. The doctor.

He was gorgeous; blonde hair, pale skin, bright smile...golden eyes. Beautiful golden eyes. I sighed lowly, as to make sure he didn't hear. He grinned at nothing, and I furrowed my brow.

"What's so funny?" I asked, trying to disguise my burning curiosity.

"Oh, nothing child. Just a...rhyme I heard from the hospital's porter a night ago...there you are, I suggest you get home, before your parents awaken." He smiled at me.

"Y...yes." His smile seemed to render me unable to speak, and I just barely was able to say one word.

He got up, and pulled me with him. His ungloved hands were unusually cold, and I just then noticed his red stained shirt. Well, it was snowing, and I did bleed a lot.

He set me down, and his brows knit together suddenly. "I would run along." He warned me.

I looked down, glancing up from under my lashes. "I fell, sir. I'm not sure where my home is from here. In fact, I haven't the slightest clue as to where here is."

He smiled gently, softly, before taking a deep breath, and guiding me north. I held his hand the whole way, keeping to myself.

Suddenly, we were at my door. He bent and brought his lips to my hand, before turning and starting down the walk. "Good day!" He called over his shoulder.

I was mesmerized, and it seemed my hand had gone numb as it stayed suspended in midair.

I walked through the door in a trance, shut it and bolted it, and leaned back on it, sliding down.

It was then that I realized he had never asked me where I lived.