Open Question: calling all twiilght fans! =] chapter two! please read!?
i recently wrote a fanfic, and put it on here..alot of people liked it.! hopefuly u enjoy this as well!
chapter one: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4984590/1/Temporarily_Untitled
and here’s chapter two:
Chapter two: Open mind, open book
?Renee wasn?t the only one who could read me like a book.? A soft voice added. Turning, I saw my parents walking?at human pace?towards Jacob and I. We had been so focused; neither of us had heard them approach.
Catching my mother?s eye, dad grinned his signature crocked smile. ?Since I couldn?t read your mother?s thoughts, I relied completely on her facial expressions and body language.? He bragged, clearly pleased.
Jacob snorted. ?Yea, I can only imagine how hard it must be to not be able to invade someone?s personal privacy.? He muttered.
Dad rolled his eyes.
?If you guys are going back to the cottage, do you mind if we stop at Esme?s house first? I?m starving!? Jacob made a face. I giggled.
Without realizing it, we had all started walking in unison towards my parent?s cottage. It had been given to my mother as birthday present from grandma Esme. (and the rest of the family.) Oh, how I detested calling her grandma. She barely looked a day over 25! That was one of the many benefits of being a vampire: you don?t change. I never really gave much thought into how old grandma Esme really was, I just knew that she could hardly pass for anything other than an adoring mother.
But even that was pushing it if you asked me.
?What about my cooking?? Mom?s voice rang with a fake shock, and she place a pale hand where her heart would be, and pretended to be hurt by Jacob?s words.
Since vampires didn?t have the need to eat food, they didn?t have the need to cook. Mom use to cook for Grandpa Charlie when she was human. Though she still had a good idea of how to cook, she had lost the advantage of having the ability to taste or smell the food. (It all tasted the same.) She had tried several?unsuccessful?attempts to get me accustomed to human food.
Grandma Esme, although at the same disadvantage as mom, had had years and years of practice in the art of preparing food. It was all apart of my family?s human charade. The charade that separated us from the rest.
The Cullen Family. My mom had briefly explained to me once that we were different from others of our kind. We resisted the luring scent of humans, and fed on nothing but animals. This was the way I have been brought up.
But even the humans were wary of us. Dad said that it was their subconscious minds, warning them to keep their distance. Though everything in the conscious minds willed them to do otherwise. At his words, mom had muttered something about ?world?s greatest predator? before laughing. She and dad had seemed to share a private moment then, because I hadn?t understood.
So he had explained it. ?We are designed to be?alluring to our human prey. Everything about us invites them in. Our looks, our voice, our smell?everything. And we are equipped with everything we need to kill them. Speed. Power. Strength.? I could distinctively recall the bitterness in his tone as he has said this. Mom had put a reassuring hand on his shoulder?
?Actually,? Dad breathed, bringing my thought back to the present. ?Carlisle wants to talk to us.?
Three pairs of eyes quickly darted to me before he continued. He was gazing lovingly at my mother. He nodded once at her, evidently answering an unvoiced question.
?Yes, to all of us.?
I watched as a flick of fear flitted across my mom?s face. Dad and Jacob exchanged glances. I noticed the same odd lock was once again in Jacob?s eyes as he caught my gaze. I wondered if mom had noticed the awkward exchange. But she was too engrossed in her own thoughts to take notice. It wasn?t until dad went to stand next to her and put his arms around her that I had noticed we stopped walking.
Although we all had super acute hearing, he muttered something inaudible to mom, so that it was unheard by us. He gently placed a kiss on her check, and grabbed her hand; intertwining their fingers together. When he spoke next, his voice was a bit shaky.
?I think we should keep moving.? He suggested. We all shifted noiselessly to the direction of my grandparent?s house.
Jacob came to stand silently beside me. He bent down slightly, to whisper to me. ?Don?t worry,? He murmured. His breath was warm against my ear, as always. The rest of the duration of the walked was silent for the most part.
My parents walked a steady pace ahead of Jacob and I. Occasionally, Dad would mutter ?umm? or ?don?t worry? in the same comforting tone Jacob had. Since mom wasn?t replying (audibly) I guessed she had pulled back her shield to speak with dad privately.
What was so important that she couldn?t say aloud? It was rare for mom to pull back her shield, even if it was for my dad. I was willing to bet that I was about me. I seemed to be a bad luck charm for my family. A disaster

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