Adrenaline Junkie Story Line
"My son, it's time." Carlisle's voice rang out from the kitchen on the first floor as clear as if he were standing right next to me in the attic. The view of the snow covered mountains reflected in my black eyes and I knew I would have to hunt on the way to our new home. I could sense the excitement coursing through the others and decidedly ignored their inane thoughts. Only Esme's giddiness filtered through my subconscious as she double checked to make sure everything was going smoothly. In my owns thoughts, I admired the warm glow I held in my heart for this woman who reminded me so much of my own mother. Flippantly, I did wish Carlisle would stop referring to me as his son. His venom ran through my veins and I understood why he felt as if we were all his children, considering he was our sire, but when I was physically years older than him it was just odd.
"If you'd like to go on ahead of us, there are several mountain lions a few miles south. You'll have plenty of time to meet us in Anchorage for the flight." Alice thought to herself. I could see several scenarios play out in her mind. If I waited until we were closer to the airport my thirst would fall upon her mate's shoulders and cause mayhem. Jasper, sensing our apprehension, agreed immediately.
Snarling quietly in agreement, I moved in one quick fluid motion and cleared the balcony on my way down to the ground. The snow that had fallen overnight didn't make a sound as I ran nearly at the speed of light towards the forest. While hunting for said lions, I thought about why the others were so excited on the prospect of this small town called Forks. I found myself wishing I would have paid more attention to their thoughts, but it was all the same in any case. This endless cycle of starting over and moving on. I couldn't bring myself to comprehend their actions. Why not simply live in peace somewhere away from it all? What was the point of going to high school or college when they would only do it all again within a matters of years once they were so inclined. Not for the first time I reminded myself that this was their way of life and I had chosen to follow them for the lack of any other option.
Well, that wasn't true to a certain extent. It was the respect I held for Carlisle, the warmth I had for Esme, that was what kept me tethered to them. Once the others started to join our coven, I accepted them respectfully, but nothing could make me love any of them. It seemed as if I were incapable of the emotion in its entirety. From the outside looking in, you would think I were the stranger invading their privacy. Being able to read their minds, instinctively I could tell they held no malice for me in their hearts and noticed when they couldn't put their finger on what it was exactly that was off about me. For this reason, I refused high school outright. I didn't think it necessary to spend any more time in their presence than what was absolutely required. Not to mention, the mindless chatter of teenagers wasn't something I wanted to immerse myself in if you paid me for it in gallons of human blood. As if on cue, the fire in my throat raged into an inferno while a mountain lion quickly crossed my path.
An hour later I sat by the entrance to our gate with the family acting decidedly human. It was almost comical. Emmett and Jasper had their cards out as Alice and Rosalie had their noses buried in the latest fashion magazine. Carlisle had on glasses without a prescription hanging from the tip of his nose as he leafed through a text book. "They make me look older," he once joked. And Esme sat next to me with her hand gently tucked into the crook of my arm looking to all the world like the happy mother she is. In a few short hours we would all be piled into a rental making our way to Forks, Washington to begin our new life. Again.