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Chapter 3 (v.1)

Submitted: December 28, 2009

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Chapter 3
The next few days felt a little routine. I’d wake up, get breakfast, walk to school, and me and the girls would gossip at the lockers before classes started. Lunch involved lots of teasing, minor food fights, and massive amounts of fart jokes, courtesy of the boys. Only Ben continued to be interested in me, and he bombarded me with requests for a date and reasons designed to make me say yes to requests for a date. I refused, of course.
Brad and the other jocks didn’t bully Anthony so much, and the one time they did, I saw Anthony glance spitefully at me as I ran over to kick Brad’s butt again and with one skilful step, he managed to escape Brad’s grasp and sauntered away, but not before giving me a “stay away” face.
After school, Tyler would come and see me, and we would hang out in his truck somewhere, or he would bring me to a place in town, before driving me home. I appreciated it greatly, as he was someone I could really talk to. I mean, sure, Leah and Ashley and Sandra are great, but I couldn’t really talk to them about stuff that mattered, stuff that didn’t involve school, prom, or celebrities. I valued and welcomed his visits.
But the girls did not.
“He’s a Reservation, Vivian.” Leah said to me, as if that explained and settled everything. “It’s not good being seen with him.”
“He’s my friend, Leah.” I said back. They were trying to get me to understand that Reservation students were not welcomed at Forks High. “And I won’t shoo him away.”
“But his hair! And he’s like, dark!” Ashley said, her nose wrinkling in disgust. Sandra remained quiet, but she looked bored.
“There’s nothing wrong with his hair OR his skin!” I yelled. “Just because he looks a little different from us doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve respect!” I couldn’t believe my friends. They were asking me to abandon a close childhood friend just because his hair was a little LONGER then most people???
“I agree.”
Three of us turned to look at Sandra, who chose to remain dormant in the conversation until now.
“It is perfectly fine for Vivian to mix with a Reservation.” She said. She looked bored. “I don’t see why it matters so much.”
I looked at Leah and Ashley in triumph. They nodded their heads and we dropped the subject.
But I couldn’t help thinking about what we talked about when Tyler came to pick me up later that day. He looked happy, glad to see me as he walked towards me but I also noticed the stares and frowns directed at him which he was oblivious to. I didn’t really want to hang out with him today.
“Hey.” Tyler said. He flashed me a cheerful grin. “I was thinking we could go over to Leo’s today. His mom is baking today, and she makes the MOST awesome cakes.”
“That sounds wonderful,” I said truthfully (and a little wistfully), “But I can’t go today.”
His face dropped. He looked at me in disappointment. “Why, Vivian? Do you have something else on?”
“Yeah.” I lied, feeling sick to my stomach about lying to such a great guy like Tyler. But I couldn’t help myself. I was a new student in a new town in a new school. If I wanted things to work out for me, I had to keep an extra eye on my image for a while. “I’m going shopping with the girls.”
“Oh. Okay.” He looked confused. Sort of like how a puppy looks when he’s being scolded for something. He gave me a smile, and said, “So I’ll see you around then.” And started to leave.
As I watched him walk to the truck, for a moment I wished he wasn’t a Reservation student. I wished he had regular short hair and he wasn’t so tan. Then we could hang out in peace.
I shook my head, trying to rid my mind of these thoughts. It’s just temporary, I told myself. Until everything settled. Then everything will return to normal.
I didn’t know then that nothing would ever be the same again.
*****
I busied myself the next few days with reading the Twilight series, to try to distract myself from Tyler. I hadn’t seen him since that day. He kept away, probably getting the message that I didn’t want him around. Even though I knew it was right, I couldn’t help feeling like I’d betrayed him.
He was my childhood friend, a big brother to me. He took care of me and played with me. How could I have let him go because of some stupid peer pressure thing?
I knew that I’d acted on impulse. I shouldn’t have cared about what other people think of me because I hang out with a Native American from the Quileute. There was nothing wrong with that.
I just didn’t want to take any chances of my previous situation in school to repeat itself. Since everyone was treating me better, I was going to make it last as long as I could.
I tried to involve myself in as many things as possible when I was in school. I gossiped with the girls, teased the boys, and even occasionally went out with them (that’s desperate). I observed people in school. Anthony continued to ignore me, but that was fine with me. I saw him with a bunch of other people in the cafeteria, and they looked happy together. Brad never bothered him anymore, so they should have.
After school, instead of thinking about Tyler, I made a habit of going into the forest. It was peaceful and quiet there. The first time I went in there, I brought a penknife along to mark the trees along my trail. I found a clearing somewhere in the middle of the forest and that became my regular spot to read. So the reading sessions in the forest after school became my comfort. I buried myself in the story.
I skipped any part that concerned Bella and Edward’s romance, since it only brought back painful memories of Maid 4 Hire. Instead I read about the vampires and werewolves that allegedly lived in Forks.
One particular day I was reading in the forest as usual when I heard something. It sounded like a wounded animal. I knew there were animals in the forest but I never encountered one before. The cry was long and pitiful, and echoed throughout the forest. I debated going to investigate and envisioned myself heroically clutching an injured animal and bringing it to the local vet. I would be a hero.
But what if that animal was being hunted by another animal? I didn’t want to risk getting hurt.
The cry came again. A cry for help.
I decided to go.
I followed the sound of the animal and tried to keep quiet in case there was a predator nearby. After ten minutes of tracking the cry (and an additional two-minute worth of hopping around and swearing when my arm was scraped by some wild thorns, leaving bloody trails down it), I saw a deer. It saw me and struggled a little.
“It’s okay, girl,” I whispered, silently hoping it didn’t feel that I’d insulted its masculinity if it was a boy. I approached it tentatively, still on the lookout for predators. Do lions live in the forest? I hoped not.
I sat on the ground next to it and patted it comfortingly while looking for the wound. I saw a gaping at its stomach. Blood was pooling around that area. It was no use. Even if I got it out of the forest, it would be too late. I could only comfort it through its last moments.
“Well, well, well.”
I looked around in panic. Who the hell was that?
“Who do we have here?” A guy looking a little older than me (I kid you not) JUMPED from a tree branch he was perched on the whole time I was there. How could I not have noticed him?
And more importantly, how could he jump from a tree branch and not get hurt?
“A little lost?” He towered over me as I hadn’t gotten up, given that when I saw him my body instantly lost all sense of movement. He bent down and stroked my cheek. He smelt really good, a bit like soap. His hand felt cold. “I see you’ve stumbled across my prey.”
“You were hunting this deer?” Phew. He was just a young hunter.
He ignored my question. “I guess now since you’ve seen me…..” he trailed off, looking at me in twisted fascination. “It’s a shame, really. Such a beauty.” He looked at my arm, the one with bloody streaks and I saw something change in his eyes.
“Edmund!” To my utter surprise, I saw Anthony in the distance. He walked towards us. “Leave her alone!”
“You hunt too?” I couldn’t believe it. I thought hunters were violent and tough?
And yet there before me stood the wimp I’d just rescued not long ago.
Edmund stopped licking. “She is intoxicating.” He looked wistfully at me.
“NOW!” Anthony yelled. Edmund stroked my cheek before he stood up and trudged to Anthony. Anthony gave me a glare before he and Edmund walked away.
What was that all about? I looked at my arm. Edmund had licked all the blood away. Why didn’t I stop him? I guess I was too terrified to move.
I suddenly remembered why I was there. I looked down at the deer. Why didn’t it struggle when Edmund approached?
It was dead.
*****
When I got out of the forest, a feeling I’d brought out from the forest just clung onto me. A feeling that told me there was more to Anthony than he let on.
Who was Edmund? Was he Anthony’s brother? Did they hunt regularly? Why the HELL did Edmund lick my arm? Is he obsessed with blood or something? What if he’s one of those crazy murderer types that go around drinking people’s blood? What if he often breaks into hospitals and steals from blood banks?
Calm it, Viv.
I tried to gather all the facts I had.
Anthony. Pale, muscular, gorgeous golden eyes, totally good-looking, but cold and aloof. He was a mystery to me. Where did he live? I doubted he lived in town, he just didn’t strike me as the type who would live in a terrace.
Edmund. So charming but weird when it came to my arm. I wondered if he went to school together. He looked old. Like twenty year old old. Maybe not then.
Leah said something about Anthony having a sister. Had I seen her before? Maybe she was like Anthony. Maybe not.
It was no use. I couldn’t keep “maybe”ing. I had to find out.
“Hello?”
“Leah? It’s Vivian.”
“Vivian? I’m at the mall now, with Ashley and Sandra. Can’t this wait?”
“No, it can’t. I need to know. Anthony Callahan.”
I heard her sigh. “What about him?”
“Tell me everything you know about his family.”
“WHAT?” I heard her cover the mouthpiece and whisper to Ashley and Sandra, “She wants to know about the Callahan’s.” she got back on the phone. “Vivian, what is this all about, why the heck do you need to know this now?”
“Just tell me. Please, I swear I won’t bother you about this anymore.”
“Arrgh! Fine. Anthony’s one of the five foster kids Dr. Richard Callahan has. Dr. Callahan works in the local clinic and Mrs. Callahan is an interior designer. Besides Anthony, there’s Edmund, Pierre, Marilyn and Natasha. Edmund works at the local clinic sometimes but other than that, he’s like unemployed. The rest go to Forks High too. They sit, like, at this table with their own family only. The Callahan kids keep to themselves, I don’t know why the heck you need to know all this –”
“Thanks Leah.” I hung up.
When I got back to the house, I couldn’t drop the subject. It was like I was obsessed with the Callahan’s or something. I decided there was nothing I could do then but to wait for school the next day.
*****
I woke up, instantly alert. It wasn’t like I’d really had any sleep. I was tossing and turning all night, trying to rationalize what happened yesterday. It was still very fresh in my head.
“See ya, Dad.” I dashed out of the door without even looking at him. I felt crazed. I felt unreal. And I knew why.
I wanted to find out.
“Hey, Ash.” I said it out of politeness. “What’s up with the Callahan’s?”
“Whoa, nice to see you too.” Ashley said, laughing. “What’s with you?”
“She was obsessed about them yesterday too.” Leah said to Sandra, who nodded her head solemnly.
“Look, Vivian. All you should know about the Callahan’s is that they’re weird. And you should just ignore them, like we all do.” Sandra said. I was surprised to hear this, I expected her to say there was nothing wrong with them, since she was the one who stood up for me when we argued about Tyler.
Tyler.
I swallowed hard.
Change the subject.
“Fine.” I said, through gritted teeth. “I’m just going to find out myself then.”
At lunch, I grabbed a tray of food, not really noticing what I put on the tray, and shook my head at the girls. They looked at me strangely.
“Come on, Viv!” Ashley urged. She beckoned to our usual table.
Again, I shook my head firmly and headed towards the Callahan’s table.
As I walked towards them, I could hear the entire cafeteria stop talking. A moment of silence passed before excited and curious chatter broke out. The Callahan’s noticed me heading towards them and looked unsure of themselves. I spotted Anthony.
“Hey, you guys.” I put on my most cheery smile and pretended I wasn’t crazy for plopping down at their table without an invitation. “Can I sit here?”
They stared at me with mixed expressions.
“Of course.” The dark-haired girl was first to speak. She returned my smile with a beam and added, “Pull up a chair.”
The others looked at her as if she’d started dancing the Macarena on top of the table.
“Thanks.” I gratefully sank down on the chair I’d snagged from another table. “Uh, me and Anthony met recently in the forest.”
All around the table, eyebrows raised up and eyes looked at Anthony questioningly. Anthony himself was glaring at me furiously, his black eyes livid. I smiled back, but inside I was trying to remember his eye colour when I last saw him. Weren’t they golden?
“Is that so?” a blonde haired guy asked me without looking at me. He looked at Anthony accusingly.
“Yeah.” I said. “He and Edmund were hunting.”
“Oh, our family hunts a lot. You know, for recreation.” The dark-haired girl explained, smiling at me.
“Oh.” I felt disappointed. I had hoped for more of an explanation. “Where do you guys live?”
“Oh, out of town.” The girl said. She stuck out her hand. “I’m Marilyn.”
I shook it and realized it was ice cold. What was up with their temperature?
“That’s Natasha,” she said, pointing to the other female Callahan at the table, who looked at me uncertainly. “And that’s Pierre. And you already know Anthony.” Pierre was the blonde guy. He seemed cute.
Marilyn chuckled.
Everyone resumed their normal positions, and stopped staring at Anthony.
“So what brings you here to our humble table?” Pierre asked me in a nice way.
“Uh,” I hesitated. I wondered if they would feel offended if I told them the truth. “I was curious. My friends tell me little about you guys.”
“Hmm.” Pierre said thoughtfully. “Curiosity DID kill the cat, you know.” Anthony glared at me, and Natasha and Marilyn giggled.
I felt annoyed.
“Then I’m glad I’m not a cat.”
My reply got them all laughing. It wasn’t loud laughter, just laughing. People from other tables looked over.
“Where’s Edmund?” I asked.
“Oh, he’s working at the clinic with Richard.” Marilyn said. The others cringed a little when she said the last part. I guessed they were still sensitive about their foster father. “Anthony helps out there sometimes too.”
“So you’re new here?” Natasha asked me in a friendly tone. This was the first time she spoke to me.
“Yeah, transferred not long ago.” I replied. I was happy that my friends were wrong and nothing was weird about the Callahan’s.
Pierre and Marilyn stiffened.
“Oh?” Natasha looked warily at the tense pair. “That’s nice.”
“Uh, sure.” Something came over me. The words started tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “Look, the truth is, when I met Edmund in the forest, he looked at my arm all funny, like he was excited or something, at the blood you know, and it gave me the creeps. I want to know why.”
A long silence followed.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled. But I was lying. I was glad I confronted them about it.
“It’s okay,” Anthony said through gritted teeth, addressing me for the first time in the conversation. “Sometimes people just don’t know when to keep their mouth shut.”
“Edmund has a problem about blood.” Natasha said slowly. “He’s, um, sensitive about it.”
“You know, he faints at the sight of it, so maybe you kinda set him off a bit.” Pierre said.
“Oh.” For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to believe him. Something about their eyes – Natasha’s grey ones, and Pierre’s blues – did not seem right. They weren’t telling me the whole truth.
“Right.” It couldn’t be true; Edmund worked in a clinic, for crying out loud, how could he be scared of blood?
“You think we’re lying, don’t you?” Anthony said.
“No! No, of course not.” I cried. I couldn’t help it.
“Anthony. Calm down.” Natasha said. She looked at him firmly.
“I think it’s best if we leave now.” Marilyn said in a low voice. Her expression was friendly and pleasant, but her tone was not. They all simultaneously got up and left.
I was sitting at an empty table by myself, wondering what the hell just happened.
*****
After that first encounter, I couldn’t stop thinking of the Callahan’s. Why were they so secretive? Why did they not tell me the truth about Edmund’s behaviour?
So many questions left unanswered.
I found myself walking towards the local clinic after school.
“Hey,” I said casually to the receptionist.
“Good afternoon.” She said. “Can I help you?”
“Yeah,” I smiled at her. “Could you tell me where Edmund or Anthony Callahan is?”
She directed me to the back room, and told me that Edmund was on leave today, Anthony was covering him. He was in the back organizing some files.
“Hi.”
My presence did not seem to surprise him. “Go away.” He did not even have the courtesy to look at me.
“Why?” I suddenly felt enraged. “What is it with you? Why do you keep pushing people away?” I stopped myself before I blurted out the last question, “What are you keeping from me?”
It wasn’t something I should ask. I wasn’t even sure, anyway.
But it was bugging me non-stop.
“Anthony,” out of impulse (or insanity, it depends how you see it), I put my hand on his shoulder. He turned around. “Please. What’s going on?” I was putting all the pieces together as I spoke. “Your hands – You and Edmund – they’re cold. Really cold. You drool over blood. Your eyes……they….uh. Change colour. Why?” As I finished, I realised how ridiculous I sounded.
He looked bored. “What do you think?”
The first thing I thought of was: vampire.
Yep. I was definitely losing it.
But somehow, I still believed I was right. Something convinced me, held me to the conviction that the Callahan’s were more than just an eccentric family.
“I think,” I said, believing every word, “You’re a vampire.”
He froze.
“Don’t tell.”
His eyes were petrified. I couldn’t believe it either. I had guessed their secret.
But in a way, I COULD believe it. I knew this was right. I could feel it.
“I won’t.” I promised.
He looked at me strangely, like he was trying to figure me out. “Aren’t you afraid? I could kill you whenever I want.”
I laughed.
“Uh, no, I’m not afraid.”
And weirdly, I was not lying.
I mean, there I was, on my own, without telling anyone where I went, with a vampire in the same room, and I wasn’t afraid.
I felt calm.
“Can I come over to your house sometime?” I asked. “I wanna see how it looks.”
Don’t ask me why I said that. I mean, I practically just made a vampire admit he was one, and I was demanding to see his house.
Weird.
“Sure.” He still looked freaked out. “Just, don’t tell anyone.”
“Fine. Let’s go.” I grabbed his cold hand and pulled him out.
“Wait. Now?” He looked incredulous.
“Yes, now.” I said, laughing. “You don’t want to get me upset, do you?”
He gave me a frown, but made an excuse to the receptionist for his early departure all the same.
We rode in his car – I couldn’t tell what brand it was, I’m hopeless at these things, but it looked pretty impressive – in silence, but I was breathless in anticipation. A real vampire house!
I bombarded him with questions.
“How is it like being a vampire? Do you breathe? Do you eat? Why do your eyes change colour? Are you all really related? Do you melt in the sun? Do you sleep in coffins? How does the house look like?”
“It feels okay. No. No. Only after we feed. No. No. No. We don’t have moats or anything, okay?” Anthony said, answering every question in amusement. “It kinda makes us stands out.”
“Right.”
As we pulled up at the house situated just out of town (typical, I guess, of a vampire coven), I realised that there were about five or six other cars in the huge garage. They were rich, it figured, given having existed for God knows how long.
“How old are you?” I suddenly asked.
“A hundred and two.”
“Wow.” I said in awe, then tripped on my shoelace. Anthony gracefully caught me just before I fell flat on my face on the ground.
His arms snaked around my waist protectively and I had flung my arms around his neck instinctively.
“Whoa, be careful.” He seemed much more relaxed now that I knew his secret. “I’m not THAT old for you.”
I felt a blush creeping over my cheeks. “Uh, I was never interested.”
Way to tell a lie, Viv.
“Sure.”
He chivalrously held the door open as I stepped into the airy home. The outer walls were glass and sunlight shone cheerily into the house. Not exactly the first place you’d look for a coven of vampires.
“Nice.” I said.
“Are you surprised?” He looked at my expression carefully.
“No, not really. It’s really like a……” I searched for the right words, gesticulating in the air, “modern vampire home.”
He laughed. “Am I glad you think that way.” He sobered up and said, “Wait here, while I go tell my family.”
I realized the rest of the Callahan’s didn’t know that I knew.
He disappeared in a flash. Vampire speed. It figured. I wondered what else was true about Forks? Maybe Edward would come flouncing down the stairs with Bella next.
I didn’t know what to do with myself. After ten agonizing minutes, I decided to go up to see what the heck was taking so long.
“I just don’t see why you had to go tell her,” Natasha was saying.
“I think she’s trustworthy. Her thoughts are pure, and she managed to find out by herself. Anthony only confirmed it.” I recognized the voice as Marilyn’s. Did she have the ability to read minds? How embarrassing. I never knew that thing about vampires having special abilities was true.
“Fine.” A calm deep male voice said. “Bring her in.”
I took that as my cue to enter. “Hey, guys.”
They turned to look at me. I was instantly amazed by their beauty. I didn’t really notice it in the caf, since I was too busy making conversation.
Marilyn chuckled. Oops.
“Uh, I know me knowing about you might sound a little bad,” I started tentatively – after all, I was talking to an entire coven of full-grown vampires, “but I promise never to tell anyone else about the vampires.”
“She’s telling the truth,” Marilyn said in triumph to Natasha, who had her arms folded across her chest. Anthony walked over to me and stood beside me protectively. I appreciated this gesture greatly. At least I knew I had one vampire on my side.
“Welcome, Vivian,” a twenty-something man walked up to me and patted my shoulder. His tone was warm and friendly. I guess this was Dr. Richard Callahan. “Thank you for so graciously accepting us and our nature.”
“No problem.” I mumbled. “It wasn’t that hard. It isn’t like you guys kill people or something.”
Pierre smiled and said, “What makes you think that?”
I froze. Anthony slid a hand around my waist to calm me and shot a glare at Pierre.
He laughed and said, “Joke! I’m glad you’re here, Vivian.”
I wondered why everyone welcomed me so warmly, despite not knowing me very well.
“You can tell a lot by someone’s smell,” Marilyn answered. She winked. “And you smell great.”
Well. Now I guess I know her ability.
She laughed. “You are so funny, Vivian.” She walked over and hugged me happily.
“So….” I said after she released me from her icy grasp. “Where does this put me?”
“You’re……a family friend.” The woman said. She had beautiful chestnut hair and a warm smile.
“That’s Carleigha, my mother.” Anthony whispered into my hair. “She’s Richard’s mate.”
“You’ll be good for Anthony,” Carleigha told me. “He’s been lonely.”
“Mom!” Anthony groaned. I grinned. This was just like an ordinary family conversation.
Except, of course, the family members had stopped breathing over a century ago.
“Not true!” Marilyn protested. “We breathe out of habit sometimes. And when we hunt.”
The others just looked confused.
He cleared his throat and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “I think I should bring Vivian home now.”
“Visit soon, Vivian!” Marilyn sang out as I walked out the door.
“That was surreal,” Anthony said.
“Weird,” I agreed. “But I like your family. I expected them to be quiet and, well, vampire-ish, but they’re closer to an ordinary family than me and Keith and Mom.”
He made a face. “You won’t say that after living with them for a lifetime.” But I knew he loved them all the same. I could tell by the way they interacted.
On the way home, I reviewed the day’s events. I’d sat down at a table of vampires and not gotten killed. I’d confronted a vampire about his nature and not gotten killed. I’d gone into a house of vampires and not gotten killed. I felt happy. I can’t explain it any other way. It was like I’d gone through hell and back again and I was alive and well!
More or less about the hell part. I mean, they could have chosen to kill me. I bet my blood would taste delicious to them.
“Uh….Vivian,” Anthony said, shooting wary glances at me every now and then. “Are you okay? You look a little funny.”
“No.” I felt light as a feather. “I’m great. I’m wonderful!” I reached out and pulled him towards me.
“Oof.” His body was pressed to mine. “Get off, I can’t see the road!”
See what I mean about totally not being vampire-ish?
The rest of the ride I kept humming happily to myself songs I’d never heard, but somehow they felt familiar. I felt strange. Like I was in a dream and I had no idea what was going on.
I felt dazed.
Anthony pulled up at my house. He looked over at me inquiringly.
“Thanks.” I had no idea what he had done, but I felt obligated to say it. With that, I flounced out of the car, feeling on top of the world.
But deep down in my subconscious, I knew something was very wrong. I was elated, but I didn’t know why.
It terrified me.
I know Vivian seems to have lost her mind at the first part, but I promise all would be explained in the next chapter. Thank you for being such an avid fan, Silver Shadow! It means a lot to me!


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