Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Two Sides of The Coin ❯ Away To The Beach We Go! ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Moonlight Angel 
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.27.2008 | Pages: 6 | Words: 10.4K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Twilight Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 11.27.2008 | Pages: 6 | Words: 10.4K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do own or create any of the characters, expect for Cassie and Brooke and their father. The rest is done and created by Stephenie Meyer, the author of the Twilight series. She owns them, not I. I am only burrowing them for my own twisted tales.
Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weirdsville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.
Chapter Three
Away To The Beach Party We Go!!
(Cassie’s POV)
Sunshine leaked through the half open curtains of my bedroom window. A rare sight in the rainy town of Forks. It felt good on my bare arms as I laid sprawled out on my bed, finishing off the exciting tale of The Vampire, Armand: My favorite story written by the ingenious eccentric author, Anne Rice. The red digital letters on my punk Hello Kitty alarm clock read 5:30 in the afternoon. Such a relaxing time, knowing that I had the entire weekend now to look forward too. Our first week in the drearier town of Forks, had gone by quick. The beginning had seem less than perfect, but as Brooke and I spent our days among the teens of Forks High, friends and new acquaintances started popping up everywhere. Brooke got her first detention within the first three days: Wednesday, actually. She called out that conniving prep, Lauren, saying that “Skanks like her belong in the whore house.” It was during lunch and man, let me tell you, the fur flew after that. Luckily Emmett and Eddy Boy intervened, but not before Lauren Prissy Pants ended up with a nasty looking bloody nose. Boy, Brooke sure knows how to throw a left punch. Nobody messes with her when she’s pissed!!
The background music of Brooke’s electric guitar stopped abruptly along with the overflowing dark lyrics. I guess, she had been in the mood to express how aggravated she was with the world right now. Brooke’s bedroom door swung out of the reaches of my side vision, while I was engulfed in one of the more dramatic and enticing scenes of the story. Her irritated footsteps thumped down the hallway to my bedroom door.
She didn’t bother to knock. “Hey Social Butterfly. Phone,” she said peevishly, tossing her, technically our, cell phone in my direction. She hated being interrupted when playing her guitar. She stormed back out of my room and back into hers slamming the door shut.
I cringed, holding the tiny metallic turquoise cell to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hi. Is this Cassie? It’s Angela.” A soft timid voice said into the other line.
“Hey Angie! What’s up?” I exclaimed, probably a little too loud. I could only imagine how far Angela had to hold the phone away from her poor ear. “Totally glad today is a Friday. Hey, do you know why the Cullens weren’t in school today?”
Angela paused on the other line, still baffled from the fury of questions flying her way. “Uh… The Cullens are always out when the weather is nice. They go on family camping trips or something,” she answered, stating logically. I guess, it was a well known fact among the citizens of Forks. Being the new comer, of course I wouldn’t know about it.
“Anyway I was calling to see, what you’re doing tomorrow,” she replied, nervously. Wonder what was up with her? Maybe she’s never called a complete stranger before. We weren’t really strangers and all because I was in both her Biology and English class. “There’s going to be a beach party on the La Push reservation. Do… Do you wanna come?”
I beamed like there was no tomorrow. Guess she was the one who got suckered into inviting the new kid to a local shindig. “Will there be super hot guys there?” I inquired eagerly.
Due to my hyperactive, bubbly personality more kids had started opening up to me. Even Lauren’s cohort, Jessica, was warming up to me, even after Brooke beat the snot out of Lauren Stupid Head. I even got an invite to sit with them, but I proudly decline. I couldn’t leave Brooke all alone by herself in lunch. It was the only period out of the whole entire day that we had together and plus, I think she would pester the Cullens to no end if I didn‘t stick around. Especially since she and Eddy Boy got off on the wrong foot. I hoped in the future the tension between them will loosen up to the point where they can at least tolerant each other.
She was still pissed off at him for making her loose the privilege of being able to drive us around freely. It was mostly her fault for not looking for where she was going when we were pulling out, but she wouldn’t hear it. Since Dad doesn’t believe in the method of grounding as a punishment, she was forcedly enlisted into doing all the house chores for the next six weeks.
Angela hesitated, unsure of what to say. “There’s going to be Mike and Tyler and…”
“No. No. No!” I cut her off quickly, waving my hands out in front of me. I doubt she could see me, but the reaction was automatic, so it didn’t matter. “I mean is there going to be any hot Native American boys there?”
Angela let out a surprised laugh. “I guess so,” she said. “It depends who will be there, but I’m sure most of the kids from the reservation will be there.”
“SWEET!! I’m so there!” I declared, jumping up onto my feet on the bed. Wrong move. “Ah. AH-ACK!!”
I lost my balance due to the bouncy surface of the mattress and the extra lavender and white flower embroidered fluffy comforters. I toppled off the bed, head over heels, the phone flying out of my hand in the process. I landed in a sprawl on the hard beige carpeted floor, right on my tailbone too. “Ouch.”
I groaned, rubbing my butt as I rolled over onto the floor. “Cass! What the hell are you doing in there?” Brooke’s agitated voice called through the open door to her bedroom. “Trying to sumo wrestle the cat again or trying to cause a earthquake big enough to sink the entire North West Coast?”
“Shut it, Brooke!” I yelled back, feeling pings of pain ride through my rump as I slowly stood to my feet, looking for the phone. “Ow. Ow. Ow.”
I was definitely wasn’t going to be sitting right for a week. I finally found the phone lodge into the crack space between the wall and the desk. I didn’t think it flew that far. I guess I don’t know my own strength.
“Cassie? Cass?” Angela’s panicked voice vibrated out of the tiny device as I place it back to my ear.
“Sorry bout that, Angie,” I apologized grinning and bearing the pain as I limped around my room. “I just fell off the bed. That’s all.”
“ Fell off the bed? Oh my gosh, are you alright?” Angela’s panicked stricken voice cried in my ear to the point where I had to hold the phone a few inches away from my ear. She was never going to be no where as loud as I was over the phone, but she was pretty darn close.
I grinned and winced, sitting back down on my bed. “Yeah. Yeah, I fine,” I replied carelessly. “But I think I bruised my tailbone. That’s all.”
“I’m sorry. I hope it isn’t horrible,” Angela whispered uneasily, not sure of what to say to sound sympathetic.
“S`okay. No biggie. I got that beach party to look forward to now. Thanks Ang for inviting me. I really owe you one,” I said grateful in all my crazy glory of images of hot smexy Indian boys dancing in my head. Dad was pretty lenient. He’d probably let us go, well, let me go anyway. I would have to be real persuasive in convincing him into letting Brooke tag along. I didn’t want my big sis to miss out on all the fun!
“Oh, you don’t owe me at all,” Angela responded. “It was my pleasure. We’ll be leaving around six in the afternoon tomorrow. We’re meeting at the Newton’s sports and hiking store.”
“Okay? Can you give me directions?” I asked, limping over to my desk, grabbing an pen and paper in hand. I sat down in a chair, writing everything Angela described to me. As she spoke, I grew more and more excited. Hurrying, I clicked off the phone and made a mad rush for Brooke’s room.
“BROOKE!” I screamed, eagerly, bursting into her room, a big crazy grin spread across my ecstatic face.
She stared at me like I had grown an extra head. “Cassie? What the hell?!” she demanded in the mist of fine tuning her guitar. Like I said before, she hated being interrupted when she was in the mood to create another one of her head strong songs.
I ignored her glaring and raced over to her, throwing my arms around her. “You’ll never guess it, but guess what?! We’re invited to a beach party!”
Brooke scowled down at me and pushed me off of her. “Correction. You’re invited,” she said dryly. Could I detect an edged to her words? “I’m not.”
I made a face. “What do you mean? Of course you are. If I am so are you,” I protested putting on the miffed pout.
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Cassie, be serious. Like any of the kids from our school would want me to show up and ruin all their retarded fun, and besides,” she pointed out, making excuses off the top of her head, “Dad won’t let me go. You know that. I’m on house arrest, remember? I’m on house cleaning duty.”
I puckered my lips in frustration. Brooke was such a stubborn mule. “Don’t be such a wet blanket,” I muttered and sat down cross legged. Dad was lenient. He would let Brooke come if I pushed hard enough. “I can convince Dad to you let go.” A cheesy grin spread across my lips. “I know he’ll let you. Who knows maybe we can show these small town kids how the Emo sisters party it up.”
Brooke groaned, slapping an hand to her forehead and dragging it down. “Cass…”
“Come on…please, please, please…” I made the big puppy dog eyes, I knew no one could resist, not even a hard ass like my sister.
She sighed, making that all too familiar face of clear exasperation. “Fine,” she murmured defeated. “Damn idiot.”
I made a face and playfully punch Brooke in the side. “HEY! This idiot is going help get you out of early parole,” I snapped defensively, watching my sister laugh.
“Hm… I don’t know, Cassie,” Dad stated later on during dinner. Before us laid prepared meatloaf, mash potatoes and gravy, and cook rice mixed with bean sprouts and corn. “I’m glad you’ve made some friends here, but I’m not too keen on the idea of you or your sister,” he shot Brooke a suspicious glare, “going out partying with kids you hardly know, especially if it’s going to be on some reservation with wild testosterone filled boys you’ve never met before. There might be alcohol usage and if it’s not under adult supervision, there’s a good chance things might get out of hand. I don’t want either of you caught in any unnecessary accidents. I can’t afford to loose both of you due to some moron’s careless act of abuse.”
Brooke made a snort of disagreement. Worrywart. “Please, give us some credit, Dad,” she said stabbing the piece of meatloaf on the plate in front of her. “We’ve gone partying before and never ended up in trouble.” If so, very little. Nothing our dad knew about.
“Yes, but that was with friends, kids I have met and approved of,” he pointed out in firm fatherly tone. “These kids you’re going with. You’ve only just met them and know little about them. They could be bringing beer and drugs and wild activities might be going on, activities I don’t want either of you participating in.”
“Or else they could be okay kids, who are going down to the beach to hang out with the local natives and having a good time,” I put in, confidently. “Dad, if Jessica or Mikey Boy or Angela were up to anything, I would have sense something wrong with the picture from the very start. They’re good kids. Granted some of them are stuck up, oblivious idiots, but good kids all the same.”
“Besides, have you forgotten who are we?” Brooke added smirking, leaning back in her chair. “We’re the infamous Emo Sisters. If things get too tough I can either zap them with my techno path powers or Cassie can sick some warped demented spirits that will haunt them to their dying days.” She made a degrading gesture with her hand. “I think we got this covered.”
I laughed nervously at Brooke’s colorful descriptions. I haven’t done a summoning since last year with the cafeteria incident. “I don’t know about that. I might be a little rusty,” I commented sheepishly.
Dad stuff an chunk of homemade meatloaf into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully. He swallowed and took a quick sip off of his glass of milk. “Alright,” he started, catching our attention. We stared in anticipation as he set down his glass. “I’ll trust you girls on this one.”
“YES!!” Brooke and I exchanged high-fives.
“On one condition…”
We groaned. Figures there would be a catch. “I want you girls to promise me you’ll call as soon as you arrive to your destination. I want to know who’s there, what your classmates brought to drink, what these locals look like, how many boys are there and how many girls. Understand?”
Brooke and I gawked at him in disbelief. What the hay?! Dad was usually laid back and easy going, but tonight he was a stickler! So meddling. This wasn’t like him at all. I wondered what was bugging him.
“Okay.”
“Fine.”
Dad nodded and put down his napkin. “I’m glad you girls are responsible,” he stated and got up to leave. “Good dinner, Brooke. You’re becoming a better cook all the time.”
“Hey, Dad! You’re not done with your dinner yet, are you?” I exclaimed and nearly fell out of my seat when he showed his empty plate. Licked clean down to the shiny porcelain surface.
“Yep. See all done. I even had two helpings too,” he remarked smugly, displaying the dish for all to see.
“Damn you eat fast!” Brooke shouted eyebrow twitching disturbed. “Taste anything you ate?”
“Yep, yep,” Dad said as he disappeared into the living room, leaving us or rather Brooke to clean up the table after we were finished. He was off to work on the manuscript for his new series. Silence settled over the room. Brooke and I exchanged curious stares, our eyes lingering on the empty doorway where our father exited the room. Something just didn’t feel right.
“What was that all about?” Brooke grumbled ending the long vale of stillness that had settled over the dining room. She scratched the side of her cheek, precariously and picked up her plate, shaking her head.
I followed her into the kitchen. “I don’t know, but if Dad’s uneasy I wonder if we should be too,” I replied placing the dirty dishes into the sink.
Brooke ran her fingers through her boyishly short hair, knotting them in the mass of white and black locks. “Shit,” she growled, knitting her brow together and glanced out the window peering out into the dark green backyard. She pulled her fingers free, ripping out a few strands out of her head.
Something clicked inside my head. “What? What is it?” I asked watching she concentrate on searching the empty backyard and the dark towering trees beyond. Everything about her stance was stiff. “Brooke? What’s going on?”
Her fierce chocolate eyes flashed toward me and back out the window. She relaxed and brush the bangs out of her face. “It’s nothing. I thought we were being watched,” she answered less concerned now. She walked back out of the room.
“Being watch? By who?” I followed her. We froze. There sitting on the table with his round furry head in the mash potatoes, was our lazy feline pet, hungrily lapping up butter off the top.
“Ah! YUGI!!” Brooke screamed, charging in to snatch him off the table. “You stupid cat! Get off the table!!”
Yugi’s head lifted and meowed loudly, his hairs standing straight up on his back. He hissed as Brooke went to grab him. He dodged her, causing her to stumble forward doing a nose dive into the potatoes. Her flailing arms, spilling the rice and vegetables, causing them to go flying into the air and all over. Yugi ran across the table top, knocking over the open gallon of milk, which I tried to catch unsuccessfully, getting soaked in the process. Our grandmother’s unique glasses were knocked over, sent crashing down the bare wooden floor, shattering into a million pieces.
“Damn cat,” Brooke muttered mouthful of potatoes as she pulled the bowl off her now messy hair. She glared after said cat as he hopped onto the buffet and started cleaning himself.
“Cassie? Brooke? What’s going on?” Dad wanted to know peering in from the hallway, curiously. “I heard Brooke scream and… Oh my! What happened here? I hope that this isn’t a new expression of art you two because I don’t think-.”
“It’s Cassie’s stupid cat, that’s what happened,” Brooke snapped fuming up a storm. She turned to glower maliciously at Yugi while he licked his butt hole. “Damn fur ball can’t keep his stupid little furry face out of trouble for one freaking minute. Now I gotta clean up this entire mess because of him. Freaking great. I say we ought to get that fleabag neutered. Teach him a lesson…”
I shook my head. “Brooke… He’s just a cat. He doesn’t know better. He doesn’t need to get neutered.”
“Chst, it would serve the damn fur ball right,” she remarked, heading toward the kitchen, getting a mop and bag paper to put the larger of the glass shards in. Yugi jumped down from his perch and began rubbing against Brooke’s leg, asking for forgiveness. Instead he got a mop to butt. “Cass, put Yugi in your room where he can’t cause anymore damage. Pst, I swear that stupid cat is bipolar. One minute he hates me and the next he’s acts, like, all lovey-dovey.”
Yugi leaped into my open arms and hissed peevishly at Brooke for getting him soaking wet. For once he deserved it. “Alright,” I said, turning on my heel to head up the stairs, passing Dad, who just shook his head in both amusement and disbelief.
“No. No. Definitely not. No.” Another article of clothing landed on the floor behind me. I rummaged through my closet trying to find the perfect outfit for the party. So far I couldn’t find a single accessory to got with my purple sequent camisole. I groaned, loudly dropping a pair of plain looking jeans. “Ugh, I don’t have anything that matches!! What am I going to do?”
“What do you think, Yugi?” I asked my cat across the room from me where he laid curled up on my bed, next to my chosen top. I held up a plain black t-shirt. Yugi stared at me uninterested and yawned, stretching out. He circled around once and settled back down in my lavender bedspread. I sighed, about ready to give up. “You’re right. It would look awful.”
I needed the advice of an expert. The closest one I had was Abigail Salmon, my ex-best friend all the way back in San Diego. We had gotten into a huge fight before I left. The stupid blonde started spending more time with the popular crowd than with our little gothic group. She picked up their pompous haughty habits like flipping her long feathery light hair over her shoulder and started making snotty remarks.
I puffed out my cheeks incredulously. She was the fashion expert of the group, but now, I couldn’t count on her when I needed her superb advice on what to wear to an social gathering, and I wasn’t to go out of my way to let down my pride and call that snotty stuck up little materialistic hussy.
“Stupid Abby ,” I grumbled. I was going to have to ask Brooke if I could borrow one of her under shirts. “Why did she have to become such a bitch? Traitor.”
“Hey Brooke,” I called as I stepped foot out of my room and proceeded down the hallway. Brooke’s door was closed as usual. I pressed my ear to her door and listened. Silence. “Brooke?” I knocked on the door, the contact of my fist with the wooden surface echoed through the empty hallway.
“Brooke?” I called again, turning the knob and peering in. I didn’t see her, so I opened the door the rest of the way. “Brooke…” Her emo styled room was in an upheaval. The bed unmade, the floor littered with song lyrics and dark poetry, the laptop open and turned on, on her cluttered desk by the windows looking out into our spacious backyard. The sun’s soft golden rays filtered in, casting an almost warm comforting glow, despite the mess that laid strewed about her room.
I sighed, placing an hand behind me head in frustration. “She’s not here,” I muttered and turned around to head down stairs. Just then the door to dad’s room opened. Our father appeared, clad in jogging shorts and a plain white t-shirt.
“Good afternoon, Cassie,” he greeted beaming away, tying his long black hair back. “What’s with the sad face?”
I shrugged. “Do you know where Brooke is? I need to ask her if I can burrow a top to go with what I’m planning to wear for tonight’s party,” I explained coolly.
Dad smiled. “I think your sister went outside,” he replied nonchalantly and headed downstairs. “I think she said something about checking something out.”
Brooke? Actually wanted to go outside? I blinked my eyes profoundly, utterly stunned. She was such an indoor’s type of person. “Wow,” I stated simply and followed our father down the stairs. “You going for a jog?”
“Yep,” Dad stated off handed with a shrug. “Nothing like a afternoon jog to get the creative juices flowing.”
He pulled on his jogging sneakers and turned to me, smiling. “I may be a while. I want to explore some of the surrounding acres. A little fresh mountain air will help clear my mind.”
I made a face and peered down at my father skeptical. “Are you sure you should do that? You got a pretty lousy sense of direction,” I pointed out grimacing at the thought of him somehow managing to lead himself off a invisible cliff.
Dad laughed knowingly. “Hey. Now is that anyway to treat you dear old man?” he inquired teasingly. “Have some faith. I’m not that bad.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Um… Dad, I hate to remind you of the time you got lost in San Diego after going to the grocery store. Mom had to call a search party to look for you.”
Dad gawked at me. “W-well… that was a long time ago,” he stuttered nervously, about to fall over like in those animes. He was shocked I remembered all that far back when Brooke was seven and I was six. When Mom was still with us. He was lost a day and a half. It took the entire San Diego police department to find him!
“Maybe you should take the GPS,” I suggested shuddering at would happen if he ended getting lost in that endless track of mountains and forests. We would never find him! He might even accidentally get mauled by an not so-friendly local grizzle bear!
Dad sighed, sulking. “Fine. I’ll take the GPS,” he murmured in defeat and sluggishly headed into the dining room to search the draws in the buffet.
I smiled, gratefully and pulled on my gym shoes and headed outside onto the front porch. BROOKE!! I called out in my mind, my eyes scanning the meadow. Brooke!!
I rounded the corner circling the porch to the back of the house. That’s where my sister’s electric waves were coming from. Brooke…
What the freak do you want?! Brooke’s angry voice sounded in my head, making me trip and sent tumbling forward, sprawling across the back porch until I crashed into the chairs.
I groaned, feeling the soreness developing in my back. Did she have to be so loud! “Ow,” I muttered finding myself staring at the world upside down. This was an interesting view point. This gave the term butthead a whole new meaning. I rolled over, rubbing my poor back.
Did ya have to shout? You made me fell flat on my back, I scolded her frowning and slowly standing to my feet, carefully brushing myself off. A twinge of pain worked its way up my spine, making a loud cracking noise. “Yow!”
I heard her snort inside my thoughts. I lifted my gaze to scan the backyard, shielding my eyes from the sun shining directly in them. Where are you? I searched harder, squinting into the trees on the far side of the meadow. I can’t find you anywhere.
Search harder, moron. I’m in the trees further from the yard, just ahead of you. She snorted loudly, making my wince. Blind much?
I rolled my eyes. Cruel pessimistic bitch, I thought frowning, heading down the stairs.
HEY!! Brooke’s irritated voice sounded in my head, making me nearly lose my balance. Again. I can still hear you.
Well, maybe I wanted you to hear that… Doofus! I retorted continuing down the stairs and strolling across the tall wavy grass that made up the majority of our backyard.
Hyperactive dumb ass!
Stupid homicidal bitch! I countered smirking and taking off into the trees locating my moody sister, brushing past the weeds and low hanging branches. Everything was covered in a thick hazy cover of green. The air was moist and thick, causing the thick leafy vegetation to be covered in a thin layer of dew. I duck under a low hanging branch and climbed over a medium size boulder and slide down the other side. I landed on my feet, next to Brooke as her keen chocolate eyes flickered around our surroundings.
“What’s up, my dear gloomy sister?” I inquired simpering away nonchalantly. My eyes fixed on her brooding face.
Her eyes were distance for a brief second before she snapped back to reality. She frowned at me and then shrugged, sighing deeply. “Nothing really,” she muttered and shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her black capris. “Just surveying some things.”
“Like what?” I stared inquisitively.
Brooke pulled out one of her gloved hands and ran it over of the trees. “Cass, can you sense anything around here peculiar?” she asked out of thin air. A trouble look past over her face.
I blinked twice, cocking my head. “What do ya mean?”
“I dunno, anything off. Last night… I sensed that there was something or some one lurking around in the trees behind our house,” she murmured in a hushed voice as if afraid we were being watched. “Did you feel like we being watched too?”
My eyes widened in surprise. Being a techno path Brooke sensed other people’s electric signals. I could sense them too, but only to an extend. I was better with ghost and apparitions than the living. I shake my head, reluctantly. “No. Sorry.”
Her eyebrow furrowed together, underneath her long bangs causing them to rustle. “Oh,” was all she had to say. She turned around and headed back for the house, carefully navigating around the boulder. She cast one more glance over her shoulder at the towering trees and their engulfing shadows, troubled.
I watched her, worried. Brooke has been never one to express what was bothering her. She only admitted something was troubling her when she knew it might impact our family in some way, shape, or form. I focused on the shadows of a ancient board spruce. A flash of white disappeared into the depths of the great green forest, making no sound. My heart skip a beat, sensing the strangeness of the aurora left behind. Maybe we are being watched…
The uneasiness didn’t settled as I put the finishing touches on my outfit for the party. I had found something in my closet to go with my purple sequence top after all. It only took the ingenious mind of my sister to help me search through my entire wardrobe to find something. She scolded me for having too many clothes. That was why I couldn’t find anything because most of it was buried way in the back. I had chosen to wear a red mesh spider web shirt to under the top and a pair of super baggy black pants with hanging silver chains and a silver grey wool scarf I burrowed from Brooke. I painted my nails a fresh coat of black and outline my eyes in white eyeliner with a purple sparkling star on the upper corner of my right cheek.
I blew a kiss to myself in the mirror of the bathroom. “Hello sexy,” I laughed, giggling overwhelmed with excitement. I heard a grunt of disbelief from Brooke, standing in the doorframe.
“Done in the bathroom, beauty queen?” she inquired with an arched eyebrow, her smoky black eye shadow going into a smoky white emphasis her sharp eyes outlined with brown/black mascara. Her trademark black lipstick was replace with a subtle pale maroon color. Something I talked her into. She wore a white and green square neck three-quarter sleeve shirt under a pink and black heart embroidered zip-up hoodie and a pair of straight legged black jeans with green laced bordered black flats.
I rolled my eyes, putting my makeup away. “Yes, oh Highness of Pain in the Buttness,” I retorted, making an mock low sweeping bow.
Brooke smacked me in the head and then pulled me out by the ponytail. “Come on, smart ass. You’re going to make us late with you old hag movements,” she commented, actually dragging me down the stairs.
“Oh-ho, what’s this? What’s this?” I inquired smirking away, eyeing my sister surprise. “Is big bad antisocial Brooke actually anxious to go the party?”
Brooke yanked harder, making me wince. I swear she was trying to pull my hair right out of my head. She let go once we arrived at the bottom of the stairs. “DAD!!” she called into the living room, toward the study. “Yo old fart!”
Nobody answered. “Dad? Hey, old man, ya in there?” she demanded storming into study, kicking the door open hoping to scare the living crap out of our father. The room laid empty before her. “What the fuck? Where the hell did he go?”
I sighed in dismay. “He went out for a walk earlier. I think he got lost… again.”
Brooke groaned, slapping her forehead in exasperation. “Again?”
I think already said that. “Yeah. Again.” How he actually got us to our new house was beyond me. Awe, the mysteries of life.
Brooke rolled her eyes. “Can’t leave him alone for one minute, can we? Stupid idiot father,” she grumbled fuming. “Cassie…”
I nodded. “Right. Right. I’m on it,” I stated, heading out the door. I hurried back up the stairs and swung the door to my room, open. I searched in the draws of my desk, looking for my old summoner’s script. I flipped through it’s context, walking back down the stairs. “Let’s see- Awe, here it is!”
I set the script down on the coffee table. Brooke leaned against the far wall out of the way in case I messed up, which was very likely. What can I say? I haven’t conjured an spirit since last year when I accidentally called forth a mischievous spirit that reeked havoc on the entire student body in the cafeteria. It was an absolute disaster. I spread apart my legs and lifted my hands high above my head.
I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, bringing my hands to the level of my eyes. “Oh, hear me, Oh spirits of the abyss. Open your blind sight and deaf ears to my pleas. You cannot deny my voice of command for I am Cassandra Annabelle Sparrow; Daughter of Derrick and Danielle Sparrow, Descendant of the Great and Powerful Mona Pent Dragon. By the name of God and his vast blessings of which hath been bestow upon my clan and I, I call forth, oh you lonely spirits, to do my work. Come forth. I command you to come forth from the shadows to serve my will.”
The atmosphere in the room became heavy and thick, nearly choking. The lamps flickered, the light outside the windows dimming and the wind picking up, making the newly built house groan solemnly. A chill ran up my spine, causing me to shudder violently. The temperature dropped dramatically, our breathes becoming visible. The wind began singing as it whipped around the house. The front door busted open, nearly flying off its hinges. A violent wind whipped through, cutting deep into my flesh, its coldness stiffening. The furniture began rattling, shaking and moving of it’s own accord. The painting flew off the wall and crashed into the plasma TV, which much to Brooke and mine’s relief stood firm in the impact. A low hum filled the room.
“Hear me, spirit which I have conjured. You are now mine to control, to heed my every whim,” I cried over the up roar of the howling wind. A smoky cloud slowly materialized in the chaotic wind. “In the names of the arch angels, Gabriele and Michael, appear before me and show yourself!”
The cloud shaped itself, the transparency of it’s morphing form becoming thicker. A human like figure appeared, it’s face blurry and distorted against the whiten glow surrounding its merging body. The wind died down and the roar faded away. In the darkness stood a tall see through man, looking about in his mid-twenties. His hair was an upheaval and he a wild look to his tired face, like he had just woken up from a long sleep. It was done.
“Speak,” I commanded extending my hand out to the apparition.
His head turned warily from side to side, scanning his surroundings. “Where am I?” His pale eyes narrowed on me. “What is this place? What have you brought me here, back to the land of the living?”
“You were dead, but you are back on my whim,” I answered traditionally following what I had been taught to do. “You are bond here until I release you. State your name and I shall fill you in on your purpose.”
“James,” was all the being stated.
“Alright then James,” I said smiling gracious. “I have a mission for you. My father, Derrick Sparrow, left for a jog earlier today. He hasn’t returned home since. I need to you find him and guide him home safely.”
James eyebrow twitched. “Is that the only reason you brought me back? To find your daft father?!” he demanded in an out rage.
Jeez, what a grumpy spirit. I laughed nervously. A summoner never did have a choice in what she conjured. My luck plainly stated that I got the crappy ones. “Well, let’s just say… My dad couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag,” I stated fidgeting and glancing off to the side.
Keep eye contact with him, Cassandra. If you keep good eye contact you will be able to control the spirit’s actions, Great Nana’s words echoed through my skull, reminding me to look the spirit straight in the eye.
James grunted, folding his arms in front of his chest. “Are you serious? What makes you think I’ll do what you say?” He glanced around, a wired smirk spreading across his face. “Besides now that I’m back among the living, there’s some people I’d like to get back at for sending me to the grave in the first place.”
Dread washed over me. I stood still, gawking at the malicious ghost. W-What have I done?! I thought horrified, my mouth open agape.
“Hey, Mister I-Got-Revenge-On-My-Retarded-Mind!” Brooke snapped catching the apparition’s attention. He turned his wandering head toward her, his golden eyes glowing brightly. “Get your mind on track. My sister didn’t summon you for nothing. Be grateful she called on you at all! Now get that fucked up mind on track and follow orders before she sends you back where you belong!”
He’s eyes narrowed menacingly on Brooke. “Why you-?!”
“Stop right there!” I cried out making him halt before he could uses his ghostly abilities. “I summoned you, so you have to obey my every whim! And right now you have to find our father. That is your purpose here!”
James turned to me, curiously. I clenched my fists, steadying myself. “Whatever happened in your previous life means nothing now. It is done and there’s no undoing it. You are a ghost, an apparition and that means its time to forget the past.” I inhaled deep calming breathes. “I promise that I will release you, so you can move on once your task is done, but as of right now you must complete your mission. And right now, that’s finding my father and guiding him home safe and sound.”
James straightened up, finally. I could see the recognition across his face. I sighed, relief washing over me. For a minute I thought we were going to have a repeat of last year’s incident. I pointed out the door. “Now go and complete your purpose!” I declared confidently, keeping good eye contact. “My father is lost and needs guidance home. By the time you arrive, Brooke and I shall be gone.”
James raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“Because,” I smiled, “we were invited to a beach party by our friends. We will be at La Push’s beach, hanging out with our friends. Have Dad call our cell once you guys get home and then come see me. I will release you then. Understand?”
James slowly nodded in comprehension. He lifted higher into the air and vanished. A wind rushed out the open front door, swinging it shut loudly. I cringed and turned to a grinning Brooke. She gave me a thumbs-up. “Nice.”
I nodded breathless. “Thanks,” and turned on my heels, heading into the dining to snatch up mine and Brooke’s coats. I throw the car keys to Brooke, who smirked in return. “Let’s go. We got us a party to go to!”
The tires squealed as Brooke’s swerved into the Newton’s store’s driveway. A big ugly green van sat near the shop with all our classmates spread out. Another van, the color of a fire engine, sat right next to it. Mike and Jessica’s heads turned in our direction, shock coloring their faces. I scrambled out of the car, heaving, my life racing before me eyes. Brooke stepped out smirking as I hunched over, trying to stop my heart from exploding out of my chest.
“Sheesh Brooke! Are you trying to kill me?!” I snapped, shooting her an aggravated glare.
Brooke simply shrugged. “Now why would I ever do that? Dearest sister of mine?” she inquired sarcastically, smirking my way.
I stuck out my tongue. “I so loath you right now.” Brooke only laughed at my immaturity.
“Oh god, she brought her?” I heard Lauren Prissy Pant’s appalled voice, making me tear my attention away from Brooke to wave openly at her, simpering away like an monkey. Stupid snot nose bitch…
Mikey Boy hurried over to us. “There you guys are! What took you so long?” he asked eager as ever to get this party started. “We were starting to think you guys were a no-show.”
I laughed sheepishly. There was no way I was going to tell them I had been summoning a spirit to go find my eccentric father. “Sorry,” I apologized. “We-.”
“Cassie was taking too long in the bathroom,” Brooke responded nonchalantly. “She had trouble fixing her horrid cracked face.”
Mikey Boy gawked at her, clueless and glanced toward me, while I was scowling at my sister. Horrid cracked face? “Honestly Brooke Sparrow,” I seethed, my left eyebrow twitching. “Like you’re one to talk. I literally had to drag you out, tooth and nail!”
“Ohohoho! You wish, twerp,” she said flicking me in the head.
“Ow! Hey!” I said holding my poor forehead.
“Pst Cassie.” I turned to see Jessica in my face. “Are you sure you want to bring your crazy sister along? I don’t think Lauren is quite over their fight yet,” she stated bluntly.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course. I literally had to con our dad into letting her go,” I said and then winked at her. “And don’t worry we’ll keep those two separate so there’s no repeat of what happened last time. It’s s`all good.”
Jessica flinched. “Okay, if you say so,” she muttered reluctantly, feeling uneasy.
“Alright people,” Old Mikey Boy said turning to the rest of the group, assuming the role of head commander. “Let’s roll out. Cassie, you and your sister are to ride with Jessica, Angela, Ben and me.”
“Aye. Aye Mon Caption,” I exclaimed saluting him with a fake French accent. He just gave me a “o~kay” look and walked off laughing underneath his breath. Angela waved us over to the Newton mobile and Ben, her new boyfriend, lifted up the trunk to put our stuff which was only a few CDs and beach towels and two boxes of pop (Sierra Mist and Pepsi) in. Before we knew it we were off to the sleepy remote reservation of La Push.
Music blared from the portable stereo sitting on the open back of an old looking truck. A pile of CDs were stacked up next to it. Dramatic and exaggerated distorted shadows of party goers moved and swayed against the wet shimmering rocky shore. Pulsing music and laughter overrode the steady flow of the waves crashing onto the shore and curling back into the ocean that gave birth to it. Bluish green flames licked the smoky air in a stone encircled fire pit. Smoke floated into a crystal clear black blue sky. Thousands of shining stars winked down upon laughing, jesting kids as they mingled together with local Native Americans. The smell of freshly baked hot dogs on iron poles near the ever reaching flames of the bomb fire, whisked around in the air.
“Aren’t you glad you came along, Brooke?” I exclaimed loudly giddy with adrenaline, talking to my sister while we ate our hotdogs, hungrily.
“What?! I can’t hear you over this shitty music!” Brooke screamed, causing a few native teens to turn their heads in our direction. Her and her big mouth. “No matter where you go. It’s always the same. Why the hell do people like listening to rap anyways? It’s nothing, but yelping bastards who can’t get a job!”
I laughed nervously as Jessica shot a Brooke a scowl of disapproval. She had been doing that all night. I’m glad Jessica was smart enough not to try to call Brooke out. I shuddered at the consequences. “Oh come on. At least the food’s good and the company’s good too.” I gestured to the exotic locals, whose rustic skin and straight midnight hair set them apart from us pale faced visitors. I noticed there was only a hand full of them.
I turned to Angela, who was smuggling in her boyfriend’s arms. “Great party!” I shouted, laughing. “Is this all there is to our native brethren?”
“What?” Angela cried back. She finally caught my words as a cold gust headed in from the shoreline. “Oh. Not usually. Its seems a couple of people are missing from the reservation.”
“Really?” I asked curiously.
“Their probably all out doing something illegal,” Jessica snorted rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know about that, Jess. I mean-,” Angela started saying.
“What? What?! What do you mean? Something illegal? Are those kids part of a gang or something? Tell me!” I exclaimed eagerly getting in Jessica’s face.
She shrugged, back away, startled at my enthusiasm. “Well, kind of,” she stated. Just then, a huge up roar came from the local natives around us. Cheers and calls of welcome echoed in the air. Jessica turned her head, a wary grin spreading across her lips. “Well, speak of the devil.”
I blinked, baffled. “Huh?” I followed her gaze beyond the ever shifting bodies of students and locals alike toward the trees bordering the rocky beach. Shadows that appeared larger than life slinked our way in the trees. “What the?!” I had to blinked twice. The flash of a fur and then skin seeped through openings in the trees.
I gripped onto Brooke’s rigid arm. “Brooke? I didn’t just see what I thought I saw, right?” I muttered finding my voice squeaking in shock. Brooke didn’t reply, her eyes focused on the tree line as laughter and playful shouts filtered down to our little moonlight gathering. Boys the size of basketball players and the muscle mass of a football player with identical buzz cuts emerged from the shadows of the trees and made their way down to the beach. Kids moved out of the way as they passed. Their carefully molded rustic faces intimidating, having an animalistic way of demanding respect.
“Jessica, who are they?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
Jessica rolled her eyes as if she was dealing with a retard. “They’re the gang of La Push. Everyone says they do everything together and consider themselves to be a brother ship,” she stated plainly as if it was so obvious to notice for ourselves.
Brooke grunted, smugly. “They look like you typical muscle heads if you ask me,” she muttered and bite into her hotdog, speaking between chewing. “Let me… guess.” She swallowed. “They’re the trouble makers around here, right?”
Jessica shrugged, returning her attention to the fire. At the sight of Lauren clinging to a kid named Tyler, she got up from her seat and hurried over. “Hey Lauren! How’s the party? I totally think-.” Her voice faded into the mass of conversation.
“Brooke, I’m sensing something here,” I muttered cautiously, my eyes never leaving these late arrivals.
Brooke nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Same here.” She stood up somewhat distracted all of a sudden. “Ugh, I’m getting sick listening to that crap! I’m changing it,” she announced starting to stalk over to where the radio was.
“Ah! What about those guys?” I called after her.
She brushed off my concern, shooting me a cocky smirk. “I wouldn’t really worry about it. As long as they don’t cause any trouble, I think we should be safe,” she replied over the music. “I’ll be back with some drinks.”
And then she was gone, vanishing among the dancing, chatting bodies of our fellow peers, leaving me there. I glanced over to Angela and Ben as they remained huddled up together. Ben whispered something into her ear and she giggled. Yep, they were pretty much in their own little world. I turned to watch the wood crackle and blacken in the fire, it’s strange green-blue color illuminating the bustling party around me. I shivered suddenly feeling the cool breeze of the ocean despite the warmth coming from the bonfire.
“This seat taken?” inquired a familiar voice. I turned my head to gaze up at Mike Newton’s hopeful face.
I felt myself grimace at boyish gleam in his eye. He examined me, eager. Boys. I shrugged nonchalantly. “As of right now… No,” I said. His eyes brightened as he anxiously sat next to me.
“So…” he started glancing around. “How are you liking the party so far?”
I smiled warmly. “Pretty darn cool. I’ve never been partying all the way out in the middle of nowhere on an isolated beach,” I mused, bringing my eyes to the sky. “And I’ve definitely never partied under such an open sky. The stars are beautiful. You hardly ever see them in the city.”
“Yeah, that’s the greatest thing of living way out in the doom bocks,” Mike stated lifting his gaze as well. “So…” Must like the word so. “… Do you…” Uh-oh the dreaded question. “… have a boyfriend?”
I swallowed, forcing my mouth not to portray me wincing at his question. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, Mitchell, not too long ago. It was a rough relationship and I think it kind of messed up our friendship. The basic story is, Mitch was too distance and too cold for me and he thought I was too clingy. He even said at one point, “I’d like you better as a friend.” Shortly after that we broke up.
“Nope.”
I could see the excitement and relief reflecting in Mikey Boy’s grin. “I see,” he said trying to hide his true feelings. “Well… since you’re free and all… I was wondering… if…”
“Mike! There you are!” Jessica practically screamed in our ears, making us jump out of our seats. She clung onto him protectively, shooting me a dirty look, saying, “Hands off my man, bitch!”
I laughed nervously and scotched away. Like I asked Mikey Boy to flirt with me! “I think I’ll just go… get some fresh air,” I commented awkwardly and got up to leave. I shifted through the crowds, looking for some way out. I felt the sudden need for personal space. This many people… Wow. I hadn’t realized Forks had this many people. People were still giving me looks, the same expressions of curiosity and disbelief to my rejection of what was normal. Even the kids of the reservation took notice of my attire. I was different. I was new and unusual and emo.
Don’t matter, I thought finding myself light on my feet and caught up in the rhythm of the music as Simple Plan came on. Brooke made it over to the radio stereo in time. I swirled and twirled with the beat. I felt myself laughing. The wind seemed to play with me as I began spinning. The world becoming a blur, the dark and bright colors mixing together. It was making me dizzy!
“Whoa there!” A deep husky voice exclaimed as I bumped into a warm solid wall of flesh. Two huge hands caught me before I fell backward. I found myself grinning ridiculously at the spinning face in my unstable vision. I wasn’t even drunk and the whole world felt like it was disconnecting from the ground. I guess spinning too much was out of the question.
A unnerving silence followed. My vision pieced itself back together until I was staring into the blank face of one of the late arrivals. Like all of them he shared the same rustic skin, bulging muscles that you could make out underneath his clothes and ridiculous height of a giant. Unlike the others, his hair was longer, shaggy, hanging about his head. His black brown piercing eyes wide, his eyebrows lifted in awe and his mouth opened perfectly in a O.
I felt myself blush. Wow, talk about hot with an capital H-O-T-T!! The Indian boy was smoking! I became very aware of the fact he hadn’t let go of me. “I-I’m sorry,” I apologized, lowering my eyes and gently pulling out of his steady grasp. He reluctantly let go as if it might hurt him to do so. I laughed out loud, nervous, and placed a big monkey grin on my face. “I guess I should watch where I’m spinning. I get dizzy really quick! Sorry about that.”
The boy or should I say teenager or adult? I couldn’t tell! He reminded me of an child, teenager, and adult all wrapped up into one. He nodded absently, still gawking. “It’s… okay,” his deep rustic voice trailed off.
Okay. Weird. I slowly backed away, putting more distance between us. My heart thumped nervously inside my chest. His eyes were glued to mine. It was unnerving. “Well.. I gotta… go,” I muttered about to turn around. “Thanks for catching me.”
Finally my voice got an reaction out of the guy. “Uh… Wait!” He called after me, grabbing onto my wrist with one large hand before I could even think of walking any further. The hairs on every inch of my skin stood straight on end like electricity pumping through me. Different… Not normal…. Inhuman….
I turned to him, taken back. He didn’t break eye contact. “What’s your name?”
My heart fluttered. Not human… No… but still not normal… What is it? What is he? “Cassie,” I said abruptly. Fur… I saw… fur…. Then skin… Tall… intimidating… animal piercing stares… Not normal…
The boy’s breathing hinged. “Cassie,” he whispered trying out my name, almost savoring it. He lowered his eyes and locked them back with mine. “My name is Jacob Black.”
“Oh… Okay,” I muttered uneasily. He was different. I could feel it. Not normal like the rest of us. A secret was hidden underneath the surface. A secret with fur, I think. The word shape shifter came to mind. “You’re not like the rest of the kids here.”
He sucked in a swallowed breath. “How so?” he managed.
I frowned. “You’re a shapeshitfer,” I stated bluntly and stupefied at the same time. Jacob let go of me, a vale of surprise and fear fell upon his rustic features. He looked decades older now. Like a college student actually, way older than me that’s for sure. I took this as my cue to scoot away further.
“Yo Jake!” another less deep husky voice called, taking my attention away from the awestruck boy in front of me. Two other over muscular teenagers were coming our way. They looked like twins!! Both of them sporting big goofy male grins on their fireside glowing faces.
“Whatcha doing all the over here, man!” the other stouter one called briskly walking over to his giant friend. “They brought plenty of hotdogs over that away! You going to come over and help us reek havoc on their food supply?”
The taller one chortled. “I wonder how long it will take us to polish off the rest of the hotdogs?” he inquired and stopped waiting for Jacob to reply. When he didn’t get one he waved his hand in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to sleeping beauty!” He slapped Jacob on the back. “Yo Jake! Are you going to say something or do we have to beat it out of you?”
“Dude, he’s really spaced out,” the shorter one stated, wondering. He held his hand out in front of his friend’s face and whistled, waving it.
The taller one followed Jacob‘s fixated gaze. “Well, hello. Hello. Who’s this?” he inquired. The two muscled-up teenage boys exchanged quick glances. Looks of knowingness past over their faces. They both grinned simultaneously.
The shorter one grinned wickedly and pinched Jacob’s upper cheek. “Hey lover boy!” he shouted into his best friend’s ear. “Snap out of it! Back to reality before you float off into outer space!”
“Ow! Quil!! What the hell?!” Jacob yelped suddenly snapping out of it, yanking his cheek away from his friend’s firm grip.
“Dude, I think you scared her with your constant gawking,” Embry laughed, slapping Jake on the back.
“Speaking of which,” Quil said catching the other twos’ attention. Their eyes following his. “Where’d she go?”
While the boys were teasing Jakey Boy, I managed to weasel my way back into the busy crowds. Speeding walking I felt my heart about ready to explode in my chest. The way that guy stared at me… It was so… so creepy. It was like he never seen a bloody girl in his life!
I gotta find Brooke! I thought anxiously glancing around looking for that familiar head of white and black hair. My stomach churned nervously. I need to talk to her. NOW!!
A/N: Yalo, folks!! I hope everyone is having a totally super spectacular Thanks Giving Day!! Chapter three is out now and I’ll be up loading Chapter Four in a bit! I would like to give a huge thank to our first reviewer, smilezpleepz!! Coodles to you, mate!! I’m glad I can provide my humble services to give you something to look forward to each day! (^_^) That’s what I’m here to do! And cause chaos among the fan fiction world while I’m at it too, but that’s on a separate agenda… X3!! MWUHAHAHAHAHA!! Yes, crazy author is on the loose. I blame the caffeine!! Any who…. I hoped you guys enjoyed Chapter Three! Until then… PEACE OUT!!
Summary: Cassandra and Brooke Sparrow are two sisters with psychic abilities, forced out of their warm California home to live in the dreary town of Fork, Washington, so their father can look for inspiration in the serene mountainside scenery. There they discover appearances can be deceiving when it comes to this boring rainy town. Especially when their closest neighbors just happen to be vampires and they actually go to their school, not to mention the nearby reservation is occupied with werewolves. Their lives are about to spiral into weirdsville and the sisters are going to love every minute of it.
Chapter Three
Away To The Beach Party We Go!!
(Cassie’s POV)
Sunshine leaked through the half open curtains of my bedroom window. A rare sight in the rainy town of Forks. It felt good on my bare arms as I laid sprawled out on my bed, finishing off the exciting tale of The Vampire, Armand: My favorite story written by the ingenious eccentric author, Anne Rice. The red digital letters on my punk Hello Kitty alarm clock read 5:30 in the afternoon. Such a relaxing time, knowing that I had the entire weekend now to look forward too. Our first week in the drearier town of Forks, had gone by quick. The beginning had seem less than perfect, but as Brooke and I spent our days among the teens of Forks High, friends and new acquaintances started popping up everywhere. Brooke got her first detention within the first three days: Wednesday, actually. She called out that conniving prep, Lauren, saying that “Skanks like her belong in the whore house.” It was during lunch and man, let me tell you, the fur flew after that. Luckily Emmett and Eddy Boy intervened, but not before Lauren Prissy Pants ended up with a nasty looking bloody nose. Boy, Brooke sure knows how to throw a left punch. Nobody messes with her when she’s pissed!!
The background music of Brooke’s electric guitar stopped abruptly along with the overflowing dark lyrics. I guess, she had been in the mood to express how aggravated she was with the world right now. Brooke’s bedroom door swung out of the reaches of my side vision, while I was engulfed in one of the more dramatic and enticing scenes of the story. Her irritated footsteps thumped down the hallway to my bedroom door.
She didn’t bother to knock. “Hey Social Butterfly. Phone,” she said peevishly, tossing her, technically our, cell phone in my direction. She hated being interrupted when playing her guitar. She stormed back out of my room and back into hers slamming the door shut.
I cringed, holding the tiny metallic turquoise cell to my ear. “Hello?”
“Hi. Is this Cassie? It’s Angela.” A soft timid voice said into the other line.
“Hey Angie! What’s up?” I exclaimed, probably a little too loud. I could only imagine how far Angela had to hold the phone away from her poor ear. “Totally glad today is a Friday. Hey, do you know why the Cullens weren’t in school today?”
Angela paused on the other line, still baffled from the fury of questions flying her way. “Uh… The Cullens are always out when the weather is nice. They go on family camping trips or something,” she answered, stating logically. I guess, it was a well known fact among the citizens of Forks. Being the new comer, of course I wouldn’t know about it.
“Anyway I was calling to see, what you’re doing tomorrow,” she replied, nervously. Wonder what was up with her? Maybe she’s never called a complete stranger before. We weren’t really strangers and all because I was in both her Biology and English class. “There’s going to be a beach party on the La Push reservation. Do… Do you wanna come?”
I beamed like there was no tomorrow. Guess she was the one who got suckered into inviting the new kid to a local shindig. “Will there be super hot guys there?” I inquired eagerly.
Due to my hyperactive, bubbly personality more kids had started opening up to me. Even Lauren’s cohort, Jessica, was warming up to me, even after Brooke beat the snot out of Lauren Stupid Head. I even got an invite to sit with them, but I proudly decline. I couldn’t leave Brooke all alone by herself in lunch. It was the only period out of the whole entire day that we had together and plus, I think she would pester the Cullens to no end if I didn‘t stick around. Especially since she and Eddy Boy got off on the wrong foot. I hoped in the future the tension between them will loosen up to the point where they can at least tolerant each other.
She was still pissed off at him for making her loose the privilege of being able to drive us around freely. It was mostly her fault for not looking for where she was going when we were pulling out, but she wouldn’t hear it. Since Dad doesn’t believe in the method of grounding as a punishment, she was forcedly enlisted into doing all the house chores for the next six weeks.
Angela hesitated, unsure of what to say. “There’s going to be Mike and Tyler and…”
“No. No. No!” I cut her off quickly, waving my hands out in front of me. I doubt she could see me, but the reaction was automatic, so it didn’t matter. “I mean is there going to be any hot Native American boys there?”
Angela let out a surprised laugh. “I guess so,” she said. “It depends who will be there, but I’m sure most of the kids from the reservation will be there.”
“SWEET!! I’m so there!” I declared, jumping up onto my feet on the bed. Wrong move. “Ah. AH-ACK!!”
I lost my balance due to the bouncy surface of the mattress and the extra lavender and white flower embroidered fluffy comforters. I toppled off the bed, head over heels, the phone flying out of my hand in the process. I landed in a sprawl on the hard beige carpeted floor, right on my tailbone too. “Ouch.”
I groaned, rubbing my butt as I rolled over onto the floor. “Cass! What the hell are you doing in there?” Brooke’s agitated voice called through the open door to her bedroom. “Trying to sumo wrestle the cat again or trying to cause a earthquake big enough to sink the entire North West Coast?”
“Shut it, Brooke!” I yelled back, feeling pings of pain ride through my rump as I slowly stood to my feet, looking for the phone. “Ow. Ow. Ow.”
I was definitely wasn’t going to be sitting right for a week. I finally found the phone lodge into the crack space between the wall and the desk. I didn’t think it flew that far. I guess I don’t know my own strength.
“Cassie? Cass?” Angela’s panicked voice vibrated out of the tiny device as I place it back to my ear.
“Sorry bout that, Angie,” I apologized grinning and bearing the pain as I limped around my room. “I just fell off the bed. That’s all.”
“ Fell off the bed? Oh my gosh, are you alright?” Angela’s panicked stricken voice cried in my ear to the point where I had to hold the phone a few inches away from my ear. She was never going to be no where as loud as I was over the phone, but she was pretty darn close.
I grinned and winced, sitting back down on my bed. “Yeah. Yeah, I fine,” I replied carelessly. “But I think I bruised my tailbone. That’s all.”
“I’m sorry. I hope it isn’t horrible,” Angela whispered uneasily, not sure of what to say to sound sympathetic.
“S`okay. No biggie. I got that beach party to look forward to now. Thanks Ang for inviting me. I really owe you one,” I said grateful in all my crazy glory of images of hot smexy Indian boys dancing in my head. Dad was pretty lenient. He’d probably let us go, well, let me go anyway. I would have to be real persuasive in convincing him into letting Brooke tag along. I didn’t want my big sis to miss out on all the fun!
“Oh, you don’t owe me at all,” Angela responded. “It was my pleasure. We’ll be leaving around six in the afternoon tomorrow. We’re meeting at the Newton’s sports and hiking store.”
“Okay? Can you give me directions?” I asked, limping over to my desk, grabbing an pen and paper in hand. I sat down in a chair, writing everything Angela described to me. As she spoke, I grew more and more excited. Hurrying, I clicked off the phone and made a mad rush for Brooke’s room.
“BROOKE!” I screamed, eagerly, bursting into her room, a big crazy grin spread across my ecstatic face.
She stared at me like I had grown an extra head. “Cassie? What the hell?!” she demanded in the mist of fine tuning her guitar. Like I said before, she hated being interrupted when she was in the mood to create another one of her head strong songs.
I ignored her glaring and raced over to her, throwing my arms around her. “You’ll never guess it, but guess what?! We’re invited to a beach party!”
Brooke scowled down at me and pushed me off of her. “Correction. You’re invited,” she said dryly. Could I detect an edged to her words? “I’m not.”
I made a face. “What do you mean? Of course you are. If I am so are you,” I protested putting on the miffed pout.
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Cassie, be serious. Like any of the kids from our school would want me to show up and ruin all their retarded fun, and besides,” she pointed out, making excuses off the top of her head, “Dad won’t let me go. You know that. I’m on house arrest, remember? I’m on house cleaning duty.”
I puckered my lips in frustration. Brooke was such a stubborn mule. “Don’t be such a wet blanket,” I muttered and sat down cross legged. Dad was lenient. He would let Brooke come if I pushed hard enough. “I can convince Dad to you let go.” A cheesy grin spread across my lips. “I know he’ll let you. Who knows maybe we can show these small town kids how the Emo sisters party it up.”
Brooke groaned, slapping an hand to her forehead and dragging it down. “Cass…”
“Come on…please, please, please…” I made the big puppy dog eyes, I knew no one could resist, not even a hard ass like my sister.
She sighed, making that all too familiar face of clear exasperation. “Fine,” she murmured defeated. “Damn idiot.”
I made a face and playfully punch Brooke in the side. “HEY! This idiot is going help get you out of early parole,” I snapped defensively, watching my sister laugh.
“Hm… I don’t know, Cassie,” Dad stated later on during dinner. Before us laid prepared meatloaf, mash potatoes and gravy, and cook rice mixed with bean sprouts and corn. “I’m glad you’ve made some friends here, but I’m not too keen on the idea of you or your sister,” he shot Brooke a suspicious glare, “going out partying with kids you hardly know, especially if it’s going to be on some reservation with wild testosterone filled boys you’ve never met before. There might be alcohol usage and if it’s not under adult supervision, there’s a good chance things might get out of hand. I don’t want either of you caught in any unnecessary accidents. I can’t afford to loose both of you due to some moron’s careless act of abuse.”
Brooke made a snort of disagreement. Worrywart. “Please, give us some credit, Dad,” she said stabbing the piece of meatloaf on the plate in front of her. “We’ve gone partying before and never ended up in trouble.” If so, very little. Nothing our dad knew about.
“Yes, but that was with friends, kids I have met and approved of,” he pointed out in firm fatherly tone. “These kids you’re going with. You’ve only just met them and know little about them. They could be bringing beer and drugs and wild activities might be going on, activities I don’t want either of you participating in.”
“Or else they could be okay kids, who are going down to the beach to hang out with the local natives and having a good time,” I put in, confidently. “Dad, if Jessica or Mikey Boy or Angela were up to anything, I would have sense something wrong with the picture from the very start. They’re good kids. Granted some of them are stuck up, oblivious idiots, but good kids all the same.”
“Besides, have you forgotten who are we?” Brooke added smirking, leaning back in her chair. “We’re the infamous Emo Sisters. If things get too tough I can either zap them with my techno path powers or Cassie can sick some warped demented spirits that will haunt them to their dying days.” She made a degrading gesture with her hand. “I think we got this covered.”
I laughed nervously at Brooke’s colorful descriptions. I haven’t done a summoning since last year with the cafeteria incident. “I don’t know about that. I might be a little rusty,” I commented sheepishly.
Dad stuff an chunk of homemade meatloaf into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully. He swallowed and took a quick sip off of his glass of milk. “Alright,” he started, catching our attention. We stared in anticipation as he set down his glass. “I’ll trust you girls on this one.”
“YES!!” Brooke and I exchanged high-fives.
“On one condition…”
We groaned. Figures there would be a catch. “I want you girls to promise me you’ll call as soon as you arrive to your destination. I want to know who’s there, what your classmates brought to drink, what these locals look like, how many boys are there and how many girls. Understand?”
Brooke and I gawked at him in disbelief. What the hay?! Dad was usually laid back and easy going, but tonight he was a stickler! So meddling. This wasn’t like him at all. I wondered what was bugging him.
“Okay.”
“Fine.”
Dad nodded and put down his napkin. “I’m glad you girls are responsible,” he stated and got up to leave. “Good dinner, Brooke. You’re becoming a better cook all the time.”
“Hey, Dad! You’re not done with your dinner yet, are you?” I exclaimed and nearly fell out of my seat when he showed his empty plate. Licked clean down to the shiny porcelain surface.
“Yep. See all done. I even had two helpings too,” he remarked smugly, displaying the dish for all to see.
“Damn you eat fast!” Brooke shouted eyebrow twitching disturbed. “Taste anything you ate?”
“Yep, yep,” Dad said as he disappeared into the living room, leaving us or rather Brooke to clean up the table after we were finished. He was off to work on the manuscript for his new series. Silence settled over the room. Brooke and I exchanged curious stares, our eyes lingering on the empty doorway where our father exited the room. Something just didn’t feel right.
“What was that all about?” Brooke grumbled ending the long vale of stillness that had settled over the dining room. She scratched the side of her cheek, precariously and picked up her plate, shaking her head.
I followed her into the kitchen. “I don’t know, but if Dad’s uneasy I wonder if we should be too,” I replied placing the dirty dishes into the sink.
Brooke ran her fingers through her boyishly short hair, knotting them in the mass of white and black locks. “Shit,” she growled, knitting her brow together and glanced out the window peering out into the dark green backyard. She pulled her fingers free, ripping out a few strands out of her head.
Something clicked inside my head. “What? What is it?” I asked watching she concentrate on searching the empty backyard and the dark towering trees beyond. Everything about her stance was stiff. “Brooke? What’s going on?”
Her fierce chocolate eyes flashed toward me and back out the window. She relaxed and brush the bangs out of her face. “It’s nothing. I thought we were being watched,” she answered less concerned now. She walked back out of the room.
“Being watch? By who?” I followed her. We froze. There sitting on the table with his round furry head in the mash potatoes, was our lazy feline pet, hungrily lapping up butter off the top.
“Ah! YUGI!!” Brooke screamed, charging in to snatch him off the table. “You stupid cat! Get off the table!!”
Yugi’s head lifted and meowed loudly, his hairs standing straight up on his back. He hissed as Brooke went to grab him. He dodged her, causing her to stumble forward doing a nose dive into the potatoes. Her flailing arms, spilling the rice and vegetables, causing them to go flying into the air and all over. Yugi ran across the table top, knocking over the open gallon of milk, which I tried to catch unsuccessfully, getting soaked in the process. Our grandmother’s unique glasses were knocked over, sent crashing down the bare wooden floor, shattering into a million pieces.
“Damn cat,” Brooke muttered mouthful of potatoes as she pulled the bowl off her now messy hair. She glared after said cat as he hopped onto the buffet and started cleaning himself.
“Cassie? Brooke? What’s going on?” Dad wanted to know peering in from the hallway, curiously. “I heard Brooke scream and… Oh my! What happened here? I hope that this isn’t a new expression of art you two because I don’t think-.”
“It’s Cassie’s stupid cat, that’s what happened,” Brooke snapped fuming up a storm. She turned to glower maliciously at Yugi while he licked his butt hole. “Damn fur ball can’t keep his stupid little furry face out of trouble for one freaking minute. Now I gotta clean up this entire mess because of him. Freaking great. I say we ought to get that fleabag neutered. Teach him a lesson…”
I shook my head. “Brooke… He’s just a cat. He doesn’t know better. He doesn’t need to get neutered.”
“Chst, it would serve the damn fur ball right,” she remarked, heading toward the kitchen, getting a mop and bag paper to put the larger of the glass shards in. Yugi jumped down from his perch and began rubbing against Brooke’s leg, asking for forgiveness. Instead he got a mop to butt. “Cass, put Yugi in your room where he can’t cause anymore damage. Pst, I swear that stupid cat is bipolar. One minute he hates me and the next he’s acts, like, all lovey-dovey.”
Yugi leaped into my open arms and hissed peevishly at Brooke for getting him soaking wet. For once he deserved it. “Alright,” I said, turning on my heel to head up the stairs, passing Dad, who just shook his head in both amusement and disbelief.
“No. No. Definitely not. No.” Another article of clothing landed on the floor behind me. I rummaged through my closet trying to find the perfect outfit for the party. So far I couldn’t find a single accessory to got with my purple sequent camisole. I groaned, loudly dropping a pair of plain looking jeans. “Ugh, I don’t have anything that matches!! What am I going to do?”
“What do you think, Yugi?” I asked my cat across the room from me where he laid curled up on my bed, next to my chosen top. I held up a plain black t-shirt. Yugi stared at me uninterested and yawned, stretching out. He circled around once and settled back down in my lavender bedspread. I sighed, about ready to give up. “You’re right. It would look awful.”
I needed the advice of an expert. The closest one I had was Abigail Salmon, my ex-best friend all the way back in San Diego. We had gotten into a huge fight before I left. The stupid blonde started spending more time with the popular crowd than with our little gothic group. She picked up their pompous haughty habits like flipping her long feathery light hair over her shoulder and started making snotty remarks.
I puffed out my cheeks incredulously. She was the fashion expert of the group, but now, I couldn’t count on her when I needed her superb advice on what to wear to an social gathering, and I wasn’t to go out of my way to let down my pride and call that snotty stuck up little materialistic hussy.
“Stupid Abby ,” I grumbled. I was going to have to ask Brooke if I could borrow one of her under shirts. “Why did she have to become such a bitch? Traitor.”
“Hey Brooke,” I called as I stepped foot out of my room and proceeded down the hallway. Brooke’s door was closed as usual. I pressed my ear to her door and listened. Silence. “Brooke?” I knocked on the door, the contact of my fist with the wooden surface echoed through the empty hallway.
“Brooke?” I called again, turning the knob and peering in. I didn’t see her, so I opened the door the rest of the way. “Brooke…” Her emo styled room was in an upheaval. The bed unmade, the floor littered with song lyrics and dark poetry, the laptop open and turned on, on her cluttered desk by the windows looking out into our spacious backyard. The sun’s soft golden rays filtered in, casting an almost warm comforting glow, despite the mess that laid strewed about her room.
I sighed, placing an hand behind me head in frustration. “She’s not here,” I muttered and turned around to head down stairs. Just then the door to dad’s room opened. Our father appeared, clad in jogging shorts and a plain white t-shirt.
“Good afternoon, Cassie,” he greeted beaming away, tying his long black hair back. “What’s with the sad face?”
I shrugged. “Do you know where Brooke is? I need to ask her if I can burrow a top to go with what I’m planning to wear for tonight’s party,” I explained coolly.
Dad smiled. “I think your sister went outside,” he replied nonchalantly and headed downstairs. “I think she said something about checking something out.”
Brooke? Actually wanted to go outside? I blinked my eyes profoundly, utterly stunned. She was such an indoor’s type of person. “Wow,” I stated simply and followed our father down the stairs. “You going for a jog?”
“Yep,” Dad stated off handed with a shrug. “Nothing like a afternoon jog to get the creative juices flowing.”
He pulled on his jogging sneakers and turned to me, smiling. “I may be a while. I want to explore some of the surrounding acres. A little fresh mountain air will help clear my mind.”
I made a face and peered down at my father skeptical. “Are you sure you should do that? You got a pretty lousy sense of direction,” I pointed out grimacing at the thought of him somehow managing to lead himself off a invisible cliff.
Dad laughed knowingly. “Hey. Now is that anyway to treat you dear old man?” he inquired teasingly. “Have some faith. I’m not that bad.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Um… Dad, I hate to remind you of the time you got lost in San Diego after going to the grocery store. Mom had to call a search party to look for you.”
Dad gawked at me. “W-well… that was a long time ago,” he stuttered nervously, about to fall over like in those animes. He was shocked I remembered all that far back when Brooke was seven and I was six. When Mom was still with us. He was lost a day and a half. It took the entire San Diego police department to find him!
“Maybe you should take the GPS,” I suggested shuddering at would happen if he ended getting lost in that endless track of mountains and forests. We would never find him! He might even accidentally get mauled by an not so-friendly local grizzle bear!
Dad sighed, sulking. “Fine. I’ll take the GPS,” he murmured in defeat and sluggishly headed into the dining room to search the draws in the buffet.
I smiled, gratefully and pulled on my gym shoes and headed outside onto the front porch. BROOKE!! I called out in my mind, my eyes scanning the meadow. Brooke!!
I rounded the corner circling the porch to the back of the house. That’s where my sister’s electric waves were coming from. Brooke…
What the freak do you want?! Brooke’s angry voice sounded in my head, making me trip and sent tumbling forward, sprawling across the back porch until I crashed into the chairs.
I groaned, feeling the soreness developing in my back. Did she have to be so loud! “Ow,” I muttered finding myself staring at the world upside down. This was an interesting view point. This gave the term butthead a whole new meaning. I rolled over, rubbing my poor back.
Did ya have to shout? You made me fell flat on my back, I scolded her frowning and slowly standing to my feet, carefully brushing myself off. A twinge of pain worked its way up my spine, making a loud cracking noise. “Yow!”
I heard her snort inside my thoughts. I lifted my gaze to scan the backyard, shielding my eyes from the sun shining directly in them. Where are you? I searched harder, squinting into the trees on the far side of the meadow. I can’t find you anywhere.
Search harder, moron. I’m in the trees further from the yard, just ahead of you. She snorted loudly, making my wince. Blind much?
I rolled my eyes. Cruel pessimistic bitch, I thought frowning, heading down the stairs.
HEY!! Brooke’s irritated voice sounded in my head, making me nearly lose my balance. Again. I can still hear you.
Well, maybe I wanted you to hear that… Doofus! I retorted continuing down the stairs and strolling across the tall wavy grass that made up the majority of our backyard.
Hyperactive dumb ass!
Stupid homicidal bitch! I countered smirking and taking off into the trees locating my moody sister, brushing past the weeds and low hanging branches. Everything was covered in a thick hazy cover of green. The air was moist and thick, causing the thick leafy vegetation to be covered in a thin layer of dew. I duck under a low hanging branch and climbed over a medium size boulder and slide down the other side. I landed on my feet, next to Brooke as her keen chocolate eyes flickered around our surroundings.
“What’s up, my dear gloomy sister?” I inquired simpering away nonchalantly. My eyes fixed on her brooding face.
Her eyes were distance for a brief second before she snapped back to reality. She frowned at me and then shrugged, sighing deeply. “Nothing really,” she muttered and shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her black capris. “Just surveying some things.”
“Like what?” I stared inquisitively.
Brooke pulled out one of her gloved hands and ran it over of the trees. “Cass, can you sense anything around here peculiar?” she asked out of thin air. A trouble look past over her face.
I blinked twice, cocking my head. “What do ya mean?”
“I dunno, anything off. Last night… I sensed that there was something or some one lurking around in the trees behind our house,” she murmured in a hushed voice as if afraid we were being watched. “Did you feel like we being watched too?”
My eyes widened in surprise. Being a techno path Brooke sensed other people’s electric signals. I could sense them too, but only to an extend. I was better with ghost and apparitions than the living. I shake my head, reluctantly. “No. Sorry.”
Her eyebrow furrowed together, underneath her long bangs causing them to rustle. “Oh,” was all she had to say. She turned around and headed back for the house, carefully navigating around the boulder. She cast one more glance over her shoulder at the towering trees and their engulfing shadows, troubled.
I watched her, worried. Brooke has been never one to express what was bothering her. She only admitted something was troubling her when she knew it might impact our family in some way, shape, or form. I focused on the shadows of a ancient board spruce. A flash of white disappeared into the depths of the great green forest, making no sound. My heart skip a beat, sensing the strangeness of the aurora left behind. Maybe we are being watched…
The uneasiness didn’t settled as I put the finishing touches on my outfit for the party. I had found something in my closet to go with my purple sequence top after all. It only took the ingenious mind of my sister to help me search through my entire wardrobe to find something. She scolded me for having too many clothes. That was why I couldn’t find anything because most of it was buried way in the back. I had chosen to wear a red mesh spider web shirt to under the top and a pair of super baggy black pants with hanging silver chains and a silver grey wool scarf I burrowed from Brooke. I painted my nails a fresh coat of black and outline my eyes in white eyeliner with a purple sparkling star on the upper corner of my right cheek.
I blew a kiss to myself in the mirror of the bathroom. “Hello sexy,” I laughed, giggling overwhelmed with excitement. I heard a grunt of disbelief from Brooke, standing in the doorframe.
“Done in the bathroom, beauty queen?” she inquired with an arched eyebrow, her smoky black eye shadow going into a smoky white emphasis her sharp eyes outlined with brown/black mascara. Her trademark black lipstick was replace with a subtle pale maroon color. Something I talked her into. She wore a white and green square neck three-quarter sleeve shirt under a pink and black heart embroidered zip-up hoodie and a pair of straight legged black jeans with green laced bordered black flats.
I rolled my eyes, putting my makeup away. “Yes, oh Highness of Pain in the Buttness,” I retorted, making an mock low sweeping bow.
Brooke smacked me in the head and then pulled me out by the ponytail. “Come on, smart ass. You’re going to make us late with you old hag movements,” she commented, actually dragging me down the stairs.
“Oh-ho, what’s this? What’s this?” I inquired smirking away, eyeing my sister surprise. “Is big bad antisocial Brooke actually anxious to go the party?”
Brooke yanked harder, making me wince. I swear she was trying to pull my hair right out of my head. She let go once we arrived at the bottom of the stairs. “DAD!!” she called into the living room, toward the study. “Yo old fart!”
Nobody answered. “Dad? Hey, old man, ya in there?” she demanded storming into study, kicking the door open hoping to scare the living crap out of our father. The room laid empty before her. “What the fuck? Where the hell did he go?”
I sighed in dismay. “He went out for a walk earlier. I think he got lost… again.”
Brooke groaned, slapping her forehead in exasperation. “Again?”
I think already said that. “Yeah. Again.” How he actually got us to our new house was beyond me. Awe, the mysteries of life.
Brooke rolled her eyes. “Can’t leave him alone for one minute, can we? Stupid idiot father,” she grumbled fuming. “Cassie…”
I nodded. “Right. Right. I’m on it,” I stated, heading out the door. I hurried back up the stairs and swung the door to my room, open. I searched in the draws of my desk, looking for my old summoner’s script. I flipped through it’s context, walking back down the stairs. “Let’s see- Awe, here it is!”
I set the script down on the coffee table. Brooke leaned against the far wall out of the way in case I messed up, which was very likely. What can I say? I haven’t conjured an spirit since last year when I accidentally called forth a mischievous spirit that reeked havoc on the entire student body in the cafeteria. It was an absolute disaster. I spread apart my legs and lifted my hands high above my head.
I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, bringing my hands to the level of my eyes. “Oh, hear me, Oh spirits of the abyss. Open your blind sight and deaf ears to my pleas. You cannot deny my voice of command for I am Cassandra Annabelle Sparrow; Daughter of Derrick and Danielle Sparrow, Descendant of the Great and Powerful Mona Pent Dragon. By the name of God and his vast blessings of which hath been bestow upon my clan and I, I call forth, oh you lonely spirits, to do my work. Come forth. I command you to come forth from the shadows to serve my will.”
The atmosphere in the room became heavy and thick, nearly choking. The lamps flickered, the light outside the windows dimming and the wind picking up, making the newly built house groan solemnly. A chill ran up my spine, causing me to shudder violently. The temperature dropped dramatically, our breathes becoming visible. The wind began singing as it whipped around the house. The front door busted open, nearly flying off its hinges. A violent wind whipped through, cutting deep into my flesh, its coldness stiffening. The furniture began rattling, shaking and moving of it’s own accord. The painting flew off the wall and crashed into the plasma TV, which much to Brooke and mine’s relief stood firm in the impact. A low hum filled the room.
“Hear me, spirit which I have conjured. You are now mine to control, to heed my every whim,” I cried over the up roar of the howling wind. A smoky cloud slowly materialized in the chaotic wind. “In the names of the arch angels, Gabriele and Michael, appear before me and show yourself!”
The cloud shaped itself, the transparency of it’s morphing form becoming thicker. A human like figure appeared, it’s face blurry and distorted against the whiten glow surrounding its merging body. The wind died down and the roar faded away. In the darkness stood a tall see through man, looking about in his mid-twenties. His hair was an upheaval and he a wild look to his tired face, like he had just woken up from a long sleep. It was done.
“Speak,” I commanded extending my hand out to the apparition.
His head turned warily from side to side, scanning his surroundings. “Where am I?” His pale eyes narrowed on me. “What is this place? What have you brought me here, back to the land of the living?”
“You were dead, but you are back on my whim,” I answered traditionally following what I had been taught to do. “You are bond here until I release you. State your name and I shall fill you in on your purpose.”
“James,” was all the being stated.
“Alright then James,” I said smiling gracious. “I have a mission for you. My father, Derrick Sparrow, left for a jog earlier today. He hasn’t returned home since. I need to you find him and guide him home safely.”
James eyebrow twitched. “Is that the only reason you brought me back? To find your daft father?!” he demanded in an out rage.
Jeez, what a grumpy spirit. I laughed nervously. A summoner never did have a choice in what she conjured. My luck plainly stated that I got the crappy ones. “Well, let’s just say… My dad couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag,” I stated fidgeting and glancing off to the side.
Keep eye contact with him, Cassandra. If you keep good eye contact you will be able to control the spirit’s actions, Great Nana’s words echoed through my skull, reminding me to look the spirit straight in the eye.
James grunted, folding his arms in front of his chest. “Are you serious? What makes you think I’ll do what you say?” He glanced around, a wired smirk spreading across his face. “Besides now that I’m back among the living, there’s some people I’d like to get back at for sending me to the grave in the first place.”
Dread washed over me. I stood still, gawking at the malicious ghost. W-What have I done?! I thought horrified, my mouth open agape.
“Hey, Mister I-Got-Revenge-On-My-Retarded-Mind!” Brooke snapped catching the apparition’s attention. He turned his wandering head toward her, his golden eyes glowing brightly. “Get your mind on track. My sister didn’t summon you for nothing. Be grateful she called on you at all! Now get that fucked up mind on track and follow orders before she sends you back where you belong!”
He’s eyes narrowed menacingly on Brooke. “Why you-?!”
“Stop right there!” I cried out making him halt before he could uses his ghostly abilities. “I summoned you, so you have to obey my every whim! And right now you have to find our father. That is your purpose here!”
James turned to me, curiously. I clenched my fists, steadying myself. “Whatever happened in your previous life means nothing now. It is done and there’s no undoing it. You are a ghost, an apparition and that means its time to forget the past.” I inhaled deep calming breathes. “I promise that I will release you, so you can move on once your task is done, but as of right now you must complete your mission. And right now, that’s finding my father and guiding him home safe and sound.”
James straightened up, finally. I could see the recognition across his face. I sighed, relief washing over me. For a minute I thought we were going to have a repeat of last year’s incident. I pointed out the door. “Now go and complete your purpose!” I declared confidently, keeping good eye contact. “My father is lost and needs guidance home. By the time you arrive, Brooke and I shall be gone.”
James raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“Because,” I smiled, “we were invited to a beach party by our friends. We will be at La Push’s beach, hanging out with our friends. Have Dad call our cell once you guys get home and then come see me. I will release you then. Understand?”
James slowly nodded in comprehension. He lifted higher into the air and vanished. A wind rushed out the open front door, swinging it shut loudly. I cringed and turned to a grinning Brooke. She gave me a thumbs-up. “Nice.”
I nodded breathless. “Thanks,” and turned on my heels, heading into the dining to snatch up mine and Brooke’s coats. I throw the car keys to Brooke, who smirked in return. “Let’s go. We got us a party to go to!”
The tires squealed as Brooke’s swerved into the Newton’s store’s driveway. A big ugly green van sat near the shop with all our classmates spread out. Another van, the color of a fire engine, sat right next to it. Mike and Jessica’s heads turned in our direction, shock coloring their faces. I scrambled out of the car, heaving, my life racing before me eyes. Brooke stepped out smirking as I hunched over, trying to stop my heart from exploding out of my chest.
“Sheesh Brooke! Are you trying to kill me?!” I snapped, shooting her an aggravated glare.
Brooke simply shrugged. “Now why would I ever do that? Dearest sister of mine?” she inquired sarcastically, smirking my way.
I stuck out my tongue. “I so loath you right now.” Brooke only laughed at my immaturity.
“Oh god, she brought her?” I heard Lauren Prissy Pant’s appalled voice, making me tear my attention away from Brooke to wave openly at her, simpering away like an monkey. Stupid snot nose bitch…
Mikey Boy hurried over to us. “There you guys are! What took you so long?” he asked eager as ever to get this party started. “We were starting to think you guys were a no-show.”
I laughed sheepishly. There was no way I was going to tell them I had been summoning a spirit to go find my eccentric father. “Sorry,” I apologized. “We-.”
“Cassie was taking too long in the bathroom,” Brooke responded nonchalantly. “She had trouble fixing her horrid cracked face.”
Mikey Boy gawked at her, clueless and glanced toward me, while I was scowling at my sister. Horrid cracked face? “Honestly Brooke Sparrow,” I seethed, my left eyebrow twitching. “Like you’re one to talk. I literally had to drag you out, tooth and nail!”
“Ohohoho! You wish, twerp,” she said flicking me in the head.
“Ow! Hey!” I said holding my poor forehead.
“Pst Cassie.” I turned to see Jessica in my face. “Are you sure you want to bring your crazy sister along? I don’t think Lauren is quite over their fight yet,” she stated bluntly.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course. I literally had to con our dad into letting her go,” I said and then winked at her. “And don’t worry we’ll keep those two separate so there’s no repeat of what happened last time. It’s s`all good.”
Jessica flinched. “Okay, if you say so,” she muttered reluctantly, feeling uneasy.
“Alright people,” Old Mikey Boy said turning to the rest of the group, assuming the role of head commander. “Let’s roll out. Cassie, you and your sister are to ride with Jessica, Angela, Ben and me.”
“Aye. Aye Mon Caption,” I exclaimed saluting him with a fake French accent. He just gave me a “o~kay” look and walked off laughing underneath his breath. Angela waved us over to the Newton mobile and Ben, her new boyfriend, lifted up the trunk to put our stuff which was only a few CDs and beach towels and two boxes of pop (Sierra Mist and Pepsi) in. Before we knew it we were off to the sleepy remote reservation of La Push.
Music blared from the portable stereo sitting on the open back of an old looking truck. A pile of CDs were stacked up next to it. Dramatic and exaggerated distorted shadows of party goers moved and swayed against the wet shimmering rocky shore. Pulsing music and laughter overrode the steady flow of the waves crashing onto the shore and curling back into the ocean that gave birth to it. Bluish green flames licked the smoky air in a stone encircled fire pit. Smoke floated into a crystal clear black blue sky. Thousands of shining stars winked down upon laughing, jesting kids as they mingled together with local Native Americans. The smell of freshly baked hot dogs on iron poles near the ever reaching flames of the bomb fire, whisked around in the air.
“Aren’t you glad you came along, Brooke?” I exclaimed loudly giddy with adrenaline, talking to my sister while we ate our hotdogs, hungrily.
“What?! I can’t hear you over this shitty music!” Brooke screamed, causing a few native teens to turn their heads in our direction. Her and her big mouth. “No matter where you go. It’s always the same. Why the hell do people like listening to rap anyways? It’s nothing, but yelping bastards who can’t get a job!”
I laughed nervously as Jessica shot a Brooke a scowl of disapproval. She had been doing that all night. I’m glad Jessica was smart enough not to try to call Brooke out. I shuddered at the consequences. “Oh come on. At least the food’s good and the company’s good too.” I gestured to the exotic locals, whose rustic skin and straight midnight hair set them apart from us pale faced visitors. I noticed there was only a hand full of them.
I turned to Angela, who was smuggling in her boyfriend’s arms. “Great party!” I shouted, laughing. “Is this all there is to our native brethren?”
“What?” Angela cried back. She finally caught my words as a cold gust headed in from the shoreline. “Oh. Not usually. Its seems a couple of people are missing from the reservation.”
“Really?” I asked curiously.
“Their probably all out doing something illegal,” Jessica snorted rolling her eyes.
“I don’t know about that, Jess. I mean-,” Angela started saying.
“What? What?! What do you mean? Something illegal? Are those kids part of a gang or something? Tell me!” I exclaimed eagerly getting in Jessica’s face.
She shrugged, back away, startled at my enthusiasm. “Well, kind of,” she stated. Just then, a huge up roar came from the local natives around us. Cheers and calls of welcome echoed in the air. Jessica turned her head, a wary grin spreading across her lips. “Well, speak of the devil.”
I blinked, baffled. “Huh?” I followed her gaze beyond the ever shifting bodies of students and locals alike toward the trees bordering the rocky beach. Shadows that appeared larger than life slinked our way in the trees. “What the?!” I had to blinked twice. The flash of a fur and then skin seeped through openings in the trees.
I gripped onto Brooke’s rigid arm. “Brooke? I didn’t just see what I thought I saw, right?” I muttered finding my voice squeaking in shock. Brooke didn’t reply, her eyes focused on the tree line as laughter and playful shouts filtered down to our little moonlight gathering. Boys the size of basketball players and the muscle mass of a football player with identical buzz cuts emerged from the shadows of the trees and made their way down to the beach. Kids moved out of the way as they passed. Their carefully molded rustic faces intimidating, having an animalistic way of demanding respect.
“Jessica, who are they?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
Jessica rolled her eyes as if she was dealing with a retard. “They’re the gang of La Push. Everyone says they do everything together and consider themselves to be a brother ship,” she stated plainly as if it was so obvious to notice for ourselves.
Brooke grunted, smugly. “They look like you typical muscle heads if you ask me,” she muttered and bite into her hotdog, speaking between chewing. “Let me… guess.” She swallowed. “They’re the trouble makers around here, right?”
Jessica shrugged, returning her attention to the fire. At the sight of Lauren clinging to a kid named Tyler, she got up from her seat and hurried over. “Hey Lauren! How’s the party? I totally think-.” Her voice faded into the mass of conversation.
“Brooke, I’m sensing something here,” I muttered cautiously, my eyes never leaving these late arrivals.
Brooke nodded in agreement. “Yeah. Same here.” She stood up somewhat distracted all of a sudden. “Ugh, I’m getting sick listening to that crap! I’m changing it,” she announced starting to stalk over to where the radio was.
“Ah! What about those guys?” I called after her.
She brushed off my concern, shooting me a cocky smirk. “I wouldn’t really worry about it. As long as they don’t cause any trouble, I think we should be safe,” she replied over the music. “I’ll be back with some drinks.”
And then she was gone, vanishing among the dancing, chatting bodies of our fellow peers, leaving me there. I glanced over to Angela and Ben as they remained huddled up together. Ben whispered something into her ear and she giggled. Yep, they were pretty much in their own little world. I turned to watch the wood crackle and blacken in the fire, it’s strange green-blue color illuminating the bustling party around me. I shivered suddenly feeling the cool breeze of the ocean despite the warmth coming from the bonfire.
“This seat taken?” inquired a familiar voice. I turned my head to gaze up at Mike Newton’s hopeful face.
I felt myself grimace at boyish gleam in his eye. He examined me, eager. Boys. I shrugged nonchalantly. “As of right now… No,” I said. His eyes brightened as he anxiously sat next to me.
“So…” he started glancing around. “How are you liking the party so far?”
I smiled warmly. “Pretty darn cool. I’ve never been partying all the way out in the middle of nowhere on an isolated beach,” I mused, bringing my eyes to the sky. “And I’ve definitely never partied under such an open sky. The stars are beautiful. You hardly ever see them in the city.”
“Yeah, that’s the greatest thing of living way out in the doom bocks,” Mike stated lifting his gaze as well. “So…” Must like the word so. “… Do you…” Uh-oh the dreaded question. “… have a boyfriend?”
I swallowed, forcing my mouth not to portray me wincing at his question. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, Mitchell, not too long ago. It was a rough relationship and I think it kind of messed up our friendship. The basic story is, Mitch was too distance and too cold for me and he thought I was too clingy. He even said at one point, “I’d like you better as a friend.” Shortly after that we broke up.
“Nope.”
I could see the excitement and relief reflecting in Mikey Boy’s grin. “I see,” he said trying to hide his true feelings. “Well… since you’re free and all… I was wondering… if…”
“Mike! There you are!” Jessica practically screamed in our ears, making us jump out of our seats. She clung onto him protectively, shooting me a dirty look, saying, “Hands off my man, bitch!”
I laughed nervously and scotched away. Like I asked Mikey Boy to flirt with me! “I think I’ll just go… get some fresh air,” I commented awkwardly and got up to leave. I shifted through the crowds, looking for some way out. I felt the sudden need for personal space. This many people… Wow. I hadn’t realized Forks had this many people. People were still giving me looks, the same expressions of curiosity and disbelief to my rejection of what was normal. Even the kids of the reservation took notice of my attire. I was different. I was new and unusual and emo.
Don’t matter, I thought finding myself light on my feet and caught up in the rhythm of the music as Simple Plan came on. Brooke made it over to the radio stereo in time. I swirled and twirled with the beat. I felt myself laughing. The wind seemed to play with me as I began spinning. The world becoming a blur, the dark and bright colors mixing together. It was making me dizzy!
“Whoa there!” A deep husky voice exclaimed as I bumped into a warm solid wall of flesh. Two huge hands caught me before I fell backward. I found myself grinning ridiculously at the spinning face in my unstable vision. I wasn’t even drunk and the whole world felt like it was disconnecting from the ground. I guess spinning too much was out of the question.
A unnerving silence followed. My vision pieced itself back together until I was staring into the blank face of one of the late arrivals. Like all of them he shared the same rustic skin, bulging muscles that you could make out underneath his clothes and ridiculous height of a giant. Unlike the others, his hair was longer, shaggy, hanging about his head. His black brown piercing eyes wide, his eyebrows lifted in awe and his mouth opened perfectly in a O.
I felt myself blush. Wow, talk about hot with an capital H-O-T-T!! The Indian boy was smoking! I became very aware of the fact he hadn’t let go of me. “I-I’m sorry,” I apologized, lowering my eyes and gently pulling out of his steady grasp. He reluctantly let go as if it might hurt him to do so. I laughed out loud, nervous, and placed a big monkey grin on my face. “I guess I should watch where I’m spinning. I get dizzy really quick! Sorry about that.”
The boy or should I say teenager or adult? I couldn’t tell! He reminded me of an child, teenager, and adult all wrapped up into one. He nodded absently, still gawking. “It’s… okay,” his deep rustic voice trailed off.
Okay. Weird. I slowly backed away, putting more distance between us. My heart thumped nervously inside my chest. His eyes were glued to mine. It was unnerving. “Well.. I gotta… go,” I muttered about to turn around. “Thanks for catching me.”
Finally my voice got an reaction out of the guy. “Uh… Wait!” He called after me, grabbing onto my wrist with one large hand before I could even think of walking any further. The hairs on every inch of my skin stood straight on end like electricity pumping through me. Different… Not normal…. Inhuman….
I turned to him, taken back. He didn’t break eye contact. “What’s your name?”
My heart fluttered. Not human… No… but still not normal… What is it? What is he? “Cassie,” I said abruptly. Fur… I saw… fur…. Then skin… Tall… intimidating… animal piercing stares… Not normal…
The boy’s breathing hinged. “Cassie,” he whispered trying out my name, almost savoring it. He lowered his eyes and locked them back with mine. “My name is Jacob Black.”
“Oh… Okay,” I muttered uneasily. He was different. I could feel it. Not normal like the rest of us. A secret was hidden underneath the surface. A secret with fur, I think. The word shape shifter came to mind. “You’re not like the rest of the kids here.”
He sucked in a swallowed breath. “How so?” he managed.
I frowned. “You’re a shapeshitfer,” I stated bluntly and stupefied at the same time. Jacob let go of me, a vale of surprise and fear fell upon his rustic features. He looked decades older now. Like a college student actually, way older than me that’s for sure. I took this as my cue to scoot away further.
“Yo Jake!” another less deep husky voice called, taking my attention away from the awestruck boy in front of me. Two other over muscular teenagers were coming our way. They looked like twins!! Both of them sporting big goofy male grins on their fireside glowing faces.
“Whatcha doing all the over here, man!” the other stouter one called briskly walking over to his giant friend. “They brought plenty of hotdogs over that away! You going to come over and help us reek havoc on their food supply?”
The taller one chortled. “I wonder how long it will take us to polish off the rest of the hotdogs?” he inquired and stopped waiting for Jacob to reply. When he didn’t get one he waved his hand in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to sleeping beauty!” He slapped Jacob on the back. “Yo Jake! Are you going to say something or do we have to beat it out of you?”
“Dude, he’s really spaced out,” the shorter one stated, wondering. He held his hand out in front of his friend’s face and whistled, waving it.
The taller one followed Jacob‘s fixated gaze. “Well, hello. Hello. Who’s this?” he inquired. The two muscled-up teenage boys exchanged quick glances. Looks of knowingness past over their faces. They both grinned simultaneously.
The shorter one grinned wickedly and pinched Jacob’s upper cheek. “Hey lover boy!” he shouted into his best friend’s ear. “Snap out of it! Back to reality before you float off into outer space!”
“Ow! Quil!! What the hell?!” Jacob yelped suddenly snapping out of it, yanking his cheek away from his friend’s firm grip.
“Dude, I think you scared her with your constant gawking,” Embry laughed, slapping Jake on the back.
“Speaking of which,” Quil said catching the other twos’ attention. Their eyes following his. “Where’d she go?”
While the boys were teasing Jakey Boy, I managed to weasel my way back into the busy crowds. Speeding walking I felt my heart about ready to explode in my chest. The way that guy stared at me… It was so… so creepy. It was like he never seen a bloody girl in his life!
I gotta find Brooke! I thought anxiously glancing around looking for that familiar head of white and black hair. My stomach churned nervously. I need to talk to her. NOW!!
A/N: Yalo, folks!! I hope everyone is having a totally super spectacular Thanks Giving Day!! Chapter three is out now and I’ll be up loading Chapter Four in a bit! I would like to give a huge thank to our first reviewer, smilezpleepz!! Coodles to you, mate!! I’m glad I can provide my humble services to give you something to look forward to each day! (^_^) That’s what I’m here to do! And cause chaos among the fan fiction world while I’m at it too, but that’s on a separate agenda… X3!! MWUHAHAHAHAHA!! Yes, crazy author is on the loose. I blame the caffeine!! Any who…. I hoped you guys enjoyed Chapter Three! Until then… PEACE OUT!!