Elemental by TallulahBelle.pdf

Elemental by TallulahBelle

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5241793/1/

-O-O-O-

BPOV

We were surrounded by the darkness.

Feelings of fear and dread washed over me, leaving me shaking with thoughts of

being completely helpless. I felt its ice like fingers slowly moving towards us and

I frantically reached out my hand to the closest body to me, in a subconscious

move of self-protection.

Looking over to my right to see that it was Alice's hand that I was holding;

wearing the same expression on her face that was flowing through me. On the

opposite side of her was Jasper, holding onto her other hand.

We had found ourselves in a small opening in the forest, trying to regroup, only

to fall into its trap. The trees and bushes around us were alive with unnatural

moaning of pure gloom, foreboding what was about to befall us.

I could see my breath clearly, with the oncoming cold mist that was seeping its

way towards us.

"Bella, you have to take Edward's hand!" Alice shouted next to me. The noise

from the forest was loud enough that normal conversation was impossible to

hear.

I turned my head to my left and saw Edward standing near me. Looking up to see

his face filled with apprehension.

My own fear briefly changed to warmth towards him. It was that strange,

wonderful, floating feeling that had been making its way to the surface of my

being every time I was with him lately. I could almost see its rose-colored glow

surround us. His face, person, everything, had become something precious to me

in these past few weeks. I felt a moment of regret for not telling him what he

meant to me.

Edward sensing my emotional change, reached for my hand and gripped it

tightly. He held up our hands to show me that he was in this with me. That we

were joined in whatever fate held for us now as his feelings of regret and warmth

flowed over to me in return.

We are now equals.

"We're all joined in a circle!" I think Emmett yelled behind me.

My eyes stayed on Edward's face, who had closed his eyes in concentration to

begin calling and channeling the Elements. I could see the strain and feel his

fatigue that always followed when he tried to handle all four of them: Earth, Air,

Fire, and Water. In every other attempt we made, it had always led to failure.

With our lives in peril, I could feel him trying to override the sleepiness trying to

drag him under into the subconscious.

If there was some way that I could help him.

A flash of remembrance about a conversation between Esme and me, shortly

after my imprinting, came to mind. Something that I had overlooked in our

studies was now glaringly obvious. Would it work? We had failed every other time

when we were joined in a circle, putting too much into one thought process. My

gut told me that I was on the right path. Time was almost up for all of us. We

needed to act on this now if we had any chance of surviving.

"Edward, stop! I know what we have to do!" I shouted in his ear.

-O-O-O-

BPOV

Everything is Green…

… And wet.

Ever since we entered Northern California, it was as if we hit a wall of damp

signaling that we were no longer in the warmth of my childhood hometown. Tall

trees and rain had become the constant view outside my window in the backseat

of my parent's car.

Mom and dad, after years of living in Phoenix, decided to move back to their

hometown of Forks, Washington. It was some little town that barely registered on

a map, with one main street running through it. After looking it up on Google, I

realized it was going to be a bit of a drive to the nearest city that contained

anything like a movie theater or a bookstore. Forks was essentially in the middle

of nowhere, surround by lots of immense foliage and water.

Why they couldn't have waited a year, so I could finish my high school

experience? Instead, they felt the need to move the first week of August, just two

weeks away from the new school year. They didn't say much about why we were

moving except that it had to do with family matters that needed attending to

immediately; a family that I had never met in all my seventeen years.

I had heard various things about them growing up, but we had never paid them a

visit during holidays or even had them come to us for a stopover. No Christmas

or birthday cards, or even photos were exchanged. It was like mom, dad, and I

were the only family members that mattered. We were happy, so I didn't think to

question them further about the lack of contact or visits.

Now, I just didn't understand the about-face of it all, and to have it happen so

quickly.

Of course, I would never verbalize my thoughts out loud to my parents. I sensed

that they were not entirely happy with the move themselves. My usually

exuberant mother became quiet overnight. When packing, I caught her a few

times staring into space, clearly lost in her thoughts, her face showing extreme

stress. I had never seen her act this way before and found it to be slightly

unnerving.

Dad wasn't much better. He had always been quiet, but it was like he went

completely mute.

In the last few days leading up to the drive up North, it had been up to me to

organize the trip. Dad was trying to finish up work and mom had been on

autopilot with packing. She was determined to get as much finished in the short

amount of time we had to pack. Anything that didn't involve stuffing things into

boxes was pushed to the side in her mind. Dad had given us a deadline of only

three days.

On my last night, I had gone to the movies and dinner with a few friends from

school. We made promises to e-mail, but I had a feeling that it was half-hearted.

I was never popular at school. I was always the quiet, bookworm girl, not the

cheerleading, party girl. I really had no use for getting involved with the illegal

activities that most of that crowd was into at weekend parties. Not that I was

ever invited, having a father that was a cop scared most kids away from inviting

me into those situations.

The friends I had were more fair-weathered and I think that my cop father was

hindering the fact that they had actually wanted to attend those parties. If that's

what they wanted, it was probably better that the friendship ended here. I had

plans to earn a scholarship to a good college and needed all of my faculties to

concentrate on the end goal.

The drive had so far been relatively quiet. The only diversion had been mom, who

was trying to snap out of her depression during the trip. She got dad to stop at

places of interest for photo opportunities. My mother was into anything creative

and was always involving me in the classes of her latest hobby. Painting, cooking,

pottery, basket weaving, ballroom dancing, you name it she has probably tried it.

Photography was her latest passion. Stopping at places that had buildings shaped

like coffee pots or old movie theaters with interesting decor, to take photos,

appealed to her artistic side.

Seeing that it gave her some sort of peace and happiness, I conceded to having

my picture taken along the way, even though it made me slightly uncomfortable.

I never felt photogenic and the extra attention was not something I sought.

"Bella?" My father's deep, but soft voice broke me out of my thoughts. "We're

about five miles away."

I sat up straighter in my seat, taking a better look out of the window at the

surrounding view. We came upon the small town minutes later. I took in all the

shops, restaurants, and motel along the main road. They were smaller and grey

in comparison to the buildings I was use to in Phoenix. I felt a twinge of

depression.

No warm inviting colors here.

We took a turn onto a smaller road, near the end of the most concentrated

buildings of Fork's downtown area. We drove past a few neighborhoods with

medium size houses, that all seemed to have a similar look to them: white

outsides with dark colored shutters around the windows, and smallish front yards.

When we were driving past more trees than houses, I was curious to know where

exactly we were headed.

"Dad?" I asked in confusion.

"Hmmm?"

"Where are we going?"

It was then that I saw a solitary road up ahead and felt the car slow down to

prepare to turn the corner. A frisson of something ran down my body. Something

akin to electricity.

"We're a few more miles from the house," dad replied after turning onto the road.

Moments later, I caught glimpses of white peeking through the trees. As we got

closer, I could make out large houses settled near each other.

The houses were nothing like what we had first seen upon entering the residential

area, that they were more like mansions. The strange thing about them was that

they were all different styles of design, but they seemed to fit together. They had

some sort of harmony in their oddity.

As we passed one of the "newer" houses, two young women were standing in the

driveway talking to each other. They turned to look, specifically at me, when we

drove by them. One of them was a breath-taking, tall blonde, who had her arms

crossed over her chest and stared at me directly without any sign of courtesy.

The other was her opposite, in height and coloring, but just as beautiful. She

smiled and gave a small wave. I gave a little smile in return.

Finally, we came to a stop in the circular driveway in front of a home that looked

older than the rest. It was a large two story house; strike that, mansion, with

columns that supported a second story wrap-around porch. The first story also

had a porch with large French doors and dark green shutters adorning them. I

could see that a good amount of the house was brick, but was painted white.

Holy shit, it's Tara from Gone with the Wind.

I swallowed hard, and turned to dad to find that he was staring at the house with

such intensity, like a man in a desert finding an oasis full of cool water.

"Dad?" I asked tentatively, not sure if I should break whatever spell he was

under.

He didn't even look away from the house, just grunted in acknowledgement.

"Is this our house?"

This seemed to alert him to move. He turned the engine off, and got out of the

car. Mom followed, but didn't give the place much attention. She had been

extremely quiet since we hit the town city limits.

"Yes. This is the Swan House, where I grew up," he said as he made his way up

to the front porch.

This bit of information shocked me, realizing how little I knew of my father's life

before Phoenix.

"You grew up here?" I asked incredulously, waving my hand in the direction of

the house, following him.

As he took the first step onto the porch, the front door opened to reveal a

handsome woman, who looked to be about the same age as dad. She had light

brown hair, bright blue eyes, and was wearing black dress pants with a royal blue

silk blouse.

"Charlie! It's so good to see you!" The woman exclaimed happily, stepping

forward to embrace my father. "How was your trip?"

After a few words with dad about the journey, she turned towards us to take in

mom and me. When she looked at mom, her smile faltered a little, but it was

back in place when her eyes met mine. In fact, her smile brightened further then

when she greeted dad.

"You must be Isabella," she said coming down to the foot of the steps, where I

stood. She took me into a maternal hug and then pulled away to get a better look

at me, keeping her hands on my upper arms.

"Welcome to Forks. I'm your Aunt Margaret," she said. She gave me one more

hug and then released me to greet mom.

There was a sort of tension between them, but could tell that mom was relieved

when they eventually embraced. They were quiet in their greeting, interrupted

only by Dad who broke the moment with a clearing of his throat.

"Is anyone else around or just you, Maggie?"

"No, it's just me for the moment," Aunt Margaret replied, turning her attention

back to dad. "We planned on having you over for dinner later tonight, but since

that is only a few hours away, we can put it off until tomorrow if you want to get

settled in a bit."

Dad looked over to mom and then nodded his head. "I think tomorrow might be

better."

She smiled and then looked at me. "Isabella, maybe tomorrow morning you

would like to meet your cousin Emmett? He's been looking forward to your

arrival."

"Um, okay," I replied, receiving yet another stunning bit of information: I had a

cousin.

She smiled "Great. Is ten o'clock okay?" looking at dad for confirmation. "We'll

bring breakfast."

Dad just nodded his head in acceptance.

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