Fly Like A Bird
Dewey is just flying around town looking for her birth father Charlie Swan, when she runs into the Cullens. Will this avian hybrid stay, and possibly find love, or will she run back to her Flock?
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Bella | Dewey Point Of View / Forks Forest 11:23 PM
It was during this time, while I was sleeping, that I was woken up.
By what, you may ask? A cracked twig, having sound out in the distance, woke me up. A stinking twig interrupted my restful sleep!
And that is the number one alarm that I am not alone and should be on my guard.
I straightened up on my tree branch and stared out into the darkness. My raptor vision made it possible for me to see in the dark, so I could clearly see the white blur that raced around the trees.
People these days just can't get any shut eye on tree branches, now can they?
I tensed, adrenaline beginning to pound through my veins. Number one lesson about adrenaline, use it.
Launching myself off the tree branch, I unfurled my wings, snapping them out and catching the drift of wind I sent my way. Oh yea, I can control the wind element. Flying around the trees, I landed on another branch, and flickered out of visibility.
And yes, of course, I can also go invisible.
I studied the white blur, which was actually a blonde haired male, who had now turned to face me. Other white blurs went through the forest and stopped beside him, and from what I could tell, he was the leader.
There was a bronzed haired one, who was slim, lanky, and boyish in appearance. He stood out from the group a bit and was very, well, handsome. I think it was his untidy bronze hair and strong jawline.
Then there was a couple, a pixie of a girl with inky black hair, and a male, who had honey blonde hair and the posture of a fighter. He looked ready to defend the pixie girl.
Then, to the other side of the one couple, was another couple. This girl had wavy golden blonde hair, and was one of the most beautiful out of them all. The male beside her was big and had a lot of muscles, and had dark curly hair. He was very imposing.
And, at the front of them all, was that blonde haired one, with the movie star good looks and a medium-toned frame. A caramel brown haired female was at his side, with a heart shaped face.
And yet, they all had the same snow white skin, and bright glowing golden eyes, and inhuman beauty.
The blonde haired leader had a white coat on; a freaking whitecoat had found me! Memories of being poked and prodded, of having my DNA altered and being strapped to a table, and of being stuck in a stinking dog cage came back up, memories that I would rather stay buried.
A mental probing had me throwing up my mental shield around myself in a millisecond. They also had a telepath! A mind reader that, if I didn't have a mental shield, didn't have some sort of mental protection, could read every single one of my thoughts. For a second, my thoughts flashed to Angel, my mind reading, mind controlling little sister. Then I focused back on them when the leader began to speak.
"Hello, we don't mean you any harm, we are just curious. My name is Carlisle Cullen, and this is my wife Esme, and my children Edward, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett," He pointed them out one by one.
I flickered back in visibility, sneering back at them distrustfully. "We don't mean you any harm my ass! What's next? Shoving me in a dog crate? I don't need it, thank you very much!" And that was why I needed Max to keep me in line. I have a very bad tendency to go causing more trouble than it's worth, and Max knows just what to do to keep me in line. Too bad she wasn't here. And the cussing was from not having a six year old mind reader around, where you tried to avoid adding those oh so colorful words to her vocabulary.
Confusion seemed to build up like a wildfire around them, and I realized they knew absolutely nothing about the School. And all that went on in it.
Murmurs rose around them as Carlisle began speaking again, "I'm sorry, what do you mean being shoved in dog crates? Do you mean to say that you've actually been in a dog crate?"
"Congratulations, the fact that you know absolutely nothing about the School and the evil scientists attempting to take over the world earns you a point in my favor. Oh and my name is Bella, but you can call me Dewey," I responded, swooping down to the ground from my branch and landing three feet in front of him and his wife. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I continued down my warpath, "And yes, I have been stuffed in a dog crate half my life, had my DNA altered, and tied down to a table while they did tests to me, fully conscious and about ready to punch the snot out of them."
"Oh…" he appears startled, and the others faces had changed from wary to sympathetic in a millisecond. And then, there was shock among a few.
I didn't want pity, I didn't need pity.
"Well, I just wanted to say, well, that you were on our, um..." He was stumbling along his words now.
"Property?" I offered, snorting at his fumbling.
"Yes, and what was that about evil scientists?" Carlisle asked. The man seemed to have the curiosity of ten thousand cats, and from a sideways glance, he also seemed to be a peacemaker.
I sighed at his question. The whole story going along the evil scientists' thing was a long one at best, because it was my life story. I really didn't want to unearth those memories, but I could tell that I had no choice. There really was no choice anyways, I was trapped.
"Do you guys live around here? This is my life story here we are talking about, and I would prefer to be sitting down when I tell it rather than standing. And there is going to be some nasty memories I am going to be digging up," I sighed wearily, this strange family seems to have knocked down some of my toughest barriers.
What next? Was the flock going to pop up with a now flying Total too? That dog did want some wings of his own…
"Of course, you managed to end up pretty close to our house, right this way," And he began to lead his band of a strange family in the direction of their house. And what do you know, I, followed. Reluctantly, of course, but I followed.
They're good people Dewey, my voice chipped in.
... Shut up.