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Prophecy - Book 5 of Twilight Saga (Fan Fiction)

Summary:
Refusing to follow the path laid out for her, Nessie unearths a plot that threatens her very existence. Once again the Olympic Coven must take a stand... but who can they trust? Gripping spin-off in the Twilight Saga Series as Bella and Edward struggle to keep their family together in a desperate bid to survive.


Notes:
I would love any feedback at all on the Prophecy; something that i have loved writing and want to develop to be as good as it can be!!


4. Chapter 4: Carlie

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Chapter Four: Carlie

If I was normal I would probably have been putting a piece of thickly buttered toast in my mouth, whilst grabbing my school bag and heading to the car, but I wasn’t. I could practically drive to school with my eyes closed, and I wasn’t particular for breakfast. Instead I paced around the main house with a deep seeded agitation. Last night I dreamt I was in his father’s home in La Push. His father tried to stop me coming in, like he knew what I was about to do, then I launched at him. Jacob’s dad.

“Morning,” a deep masculine voice cut the silence. Jacob, finally. He let himself in the front door as I made my way over. He wore his usual black suit trousers, shiny shoes and was still pulling a light yellow shirt over his head as he crossed the threshold. I caught a glimpse of his warm bronze skin before he pulled the shirt over his chest.

“You’re cutting it fine, J,” I said, catching him smirk. “You run here?”

“Sure beats the rush hour,” he replied, locking eyes with mine. He only ever got dressed here when he’d phased, which meant he’d overslept again. “Sorry I didn’t call you back yesterday. Long day.”

I shrugged. “On patrol?”

“Uh huh, with Leah.” He ran his hand through his hair. There wasn’t really enough length for it to need smoothing down and it returned almost immediately to its spiky position. “What’s up?”

“Oh, it was nothing,” I said, breaking eye contact. Everything about Jacob was sincere. He wore integrity like a cloak protecting his every move, yet here I was; the one he trusted the most, and I couldn’t tell him the truth.

He didn’t seem to care about the call and approached in one sinuous bound, planting a red-hot kiss of my forehead. For once, he lingered longer than the customary peck before heading towards the kitchen.

“Rose, Alice,” Jacob said, nodding politely at them in the lounge as he passed. Alice smiled from the sofa and they exchanged a few friendly words; nothing too inquisitive but gracious nonetheless. Beside her Rose stayed vehemently still, pretending not to hold her breath, although she always did. When she saw me looking she smiled curtly at Jacob. In general it took her longer than most to warm to new people, and with Jacob it had taken even longer than that.

Jacob’s father, Billy, broke his back in a car accident fifteen years ago, in a crash that had claimed his mother’s life. He had fought for his life in intensive care and despite the doctors’ negative prognosis; he has pulled through, albeit confined to a wheelchair. He couldn’t even fight. And I dreamt I’d targeted him.

“Are you alright?” Jake said.

When I looked up, he was leaning on the kitchen counter-top staring straight at me.

“Actually J, I do need to speak to you,” I said. Bad timing; the others were in earshot.

“Yeah, me too.” His clear eyes lit up looking both curious and dubious. “Are you free for dinner on Friday night?”

It interrupted my carefully prepared thoughts.

“Jacob Black, are you asking me on a date?”

There was a sudden surge in his heartbeat and he paused mid-way through opening the refrigerator door, turned halfway and looked at me inquisitively.

“Sue invited us for dinner, with the others…” he said cautiously, his lips pressed together. “I was hoping you’d come?”

I raised my eyebrows slightly higher than they ought to have.

“It’s kind of the last time we will all be together before my sister’s wedding,” he furthered. “I thought it would be nice?”

“Sorry, just the thought of actual food, yuk.” And the company. “Anyway your sister doesn’t get married for another month at least,” I said.

“But Paul goes out of town next week, and by the time he gets back there’ll be no time.” His face knotted slightly and he turned his attentions back to the refrigerator. A peel of air whistled as he opened it and reached for a can.

“Tell Esme, Coke would be better next time,” he said, wiping his lip.

“Talk about ungrateful,” Rosalie muttered from the other room. I heard soft pads on the sandstone and seconds later both Rose and Alice came into view, Alice first, with a book about DNA in her hand. This year the whole family had gone genetics crazy; even my mother who had hated biology at school. I was the only one in the family with actual blood pulsing through my veins and the whole concept amazed them.

“Helpful, more like… your guests would appreciate it,” Jacob replied. He paused, seeming to concentrate on the can. “Alice, what do you think?” He said.

She looked up from the book. “About what, the soda?”

“Nah, about Nessie, I mean Carlie, coming to Sue’s for dinner with her Grandpa Charlie.” He over-pronounced the last few words for added effect.

“It’s not my call but just so you know, Carlie, your father hates it when you go there as we can’t keep a watch over you in La Push.”

“For real? It’s not exactly dangerous,” Jacob said, growling between his teeth. “And she doesn’t need you to watch her when I’m around.”

Alice raised her hands in the air. “You asked… don’t shoot the messenger.”

“If you ask me she shouldn’t be going to forbidden lands at all, not now and not for the wedding,” Rosalie said.

For once I agreed. Ever since I had first dreamed that I’d broken the treaty, I had avoided Jacob’s home-town, La Push. Somewhere deeply buried, I had urges to kill them, which made me the ultimate traitor on their lands.

“I didn’t ask you,” he shot back, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Yeah, about the wedding—,” I started to say but Rosalie distracted him, muttering, ‘some treaty,’ under her breath.

“Anyway, so are you coming on Friday or not?” Jacob said, returning his gaze to me with an impatient frown.

“Will your dad be there?” Don’t think about the dream.

“Yeah, of course.” His frown deepened, and I tried not to show my discomfort. I’d have to face up to him sometime, when this imprinting thing really kicked in. Jacob studied my face for longer than necessary before taking another gulp of his drink.

“Unless you want to go somewhere without the others?” He added quietly.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll go to Sue’s,” I said, rather quickly. I glanced at my watch again. “Time’s up, I’ll be late.”

“No you won’t,” Jacob retorted. “Want me to pick you up on Friday night?” He called out after me, to the amusement of both Alice and Rosalie.

“Nah. Grandpa Charlie can to bring me.” I left them in the kitchen and made a mental note to call Charlie at the station on the way to school.

****

It took me twelve minutes to drive to school, a record I planned to beat tomorrow, weather permitting. I parked up next to Dexter’s rusted ford at the back of the lot and surreptitiously angled towards the main entrance as the bell rang.

Forks High School. It had become a family tradition, and not for any of the conventional reasons. If I didn’t go, then the others would most probably be jealous, and understandably so. They’d been through high school at least a dozen times if not more. We had a facade to uphold in this town, and my role was the newest adoptee of Dr and Mrs Cullen.

Mrs Foster was stacking handouts on the front of my desk as I sunk into my chair. I took one and passed the pile sideways to Jaynie who caught my eye. I’d made a few friends at school; not enough to call a crowd, but I had Jaynie with whom I shared most of my classes, and another girl called Ruth, and sometimes a few others who tagged along with them.

Jaynie leaned forward with a wily expression across her face. “Who’s Jacob?” She said.

Interesting question. I raised my eyebrows.

“Why have you never mentioned him before? How do you know him, and is he single?”

“Whooh, start again,” I said. “Isn’t it a bit early in the day for the Spanish inquisition?”

“C’mon, tell me, he knows you.” She thrust the papers backwards keeping her eyes locked on mine.

“Oh really?” I said, returning the eye contact with an attempt at sincerity. I could still smell his scent from this morning on my clothes.

“He said he knows you very well.”

“I’m not sure I know who you mean,” I said. Carlisle was very exact in his instructions about school. Don’t invite them over. Don’t socialize with them if you don’t have to and don’t tell them too much. For the most part that was easy, especially with Jaynie. She was self-centred, and usually gullible; maybe the latter because she didn’t really have that much interest in anyone other than herself.

“Tall guy, olive skin, short spiky hair, super worked out?” She continued. Her face lit up as she spoke with a kind of approbation, and for the first time ever, I was grateful that he wasn’t in the market for a girlfriend.

“Hmm… sounds like a stud. I think I would have mentioned someone like that?” Jake would never let me live that kind of comment down.

“Really?” Her face lit up. “I thought he was winding me up. You know some things he said sounded just like you but then he said that he watched you grow up, and I knew he had to be lying cos you only just moved here last year.” Her voice squealed an octave higher and Mrs Foster twisted round settling a cantankerous glare upon the both of us. Her eyes widened exemplifying the deep furrows of her brow.

“If you two are quite finished,” she said with a long pointed nose angled in our direction. She spoke with a nasal resonance to her tone, which made her lectures about as dull as the pallid blouse that ruffled around her craggy neck. Jaynie blushed. It turned my stomach; I hated to see anyone blush. We both straightened up, eyes to the front.

Mrs Foster lectured for another twenty minutes of monotonous dialogue, neither interesting nor informative. I’d stopped listening to her early on and was instead planning a way to tell Jacob that I couldn’t go to his sister’s wedding.

Jaynie and I weren’t in the next class together. It was modern history, and she’d never shown any interest in that. We didn’t share chemistry together afterwards, but given our classrooms were side by side, we tended to bump into each other. Jaynie was lingering outside the two classroom doors as I approached.

“I wonder if anyone from school has been out with that Jacob?” She mused, as I approached. The question wasn’t especially directed at me, although amongst the herd of students around us, there was no one else she could have been speaking to.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking about this whole time?” I said. “Don’t even bother with those Reservation boys, they’re just not worth it.”

Her green eyes snapped wide open. “I never told you he was ‘a Reservation boy,’ Carlie.” She said, making quote marks with her fingers as she spoke. Then she pushed herself off the wall she was leaning on, and came closer to me than I would have liked. “So you do know him?”

“More to the point, how do you know him?” I said.

“You always answer a question with a question, Carlie. Not this time. So what’s the story?” Her brows scrunched together. Around us the student body had started to drain into the classrooms.

“He’s just a friend.”

“You’ve never mentioned him before?” She looked at me dubiously. “Is he still in high school? I mean he didn’t look like he was still in high school but, well, you never know with those guys, they’re all so big,” she said, “and this guy, Seth, said you two were more than good friends. What does that mean?” She raised a finely arched eyebrow at me. “You didn’t tell me you were seeing anyone. Are you two, like, romantic?”

“Well, Seth was wrong.” And on this occasion he really was. We weren’t - as Jaynie had so delicately put it - romantic. I’d been told a thousand times how we were going to be a couple, but that was one weird subject. If we were destined to fall truly, madly, deeply in love and spend the rest of eternity together, then why was I so scared when I thought he was asking me out on a date?

“He’s a family friend. That’s all,” I said, and ran into my next class.