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Rating: PG for now and will change as I write.
Summary: About three things I was absolutely positive. First, she was a vampire. Second, there was a part of her, which I didn't know just how strong that part was, that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was absolutely and everlastingly in love with her.
A/N: I always wanted to make a 'Spashley' version of twilight. If you haven't read twilight…then this will make you happy. If you had read twilight…this will make you happy too haha. This fic follows closely with the book, some things are changing/added, but it follows closely, which means more updates, lol. This is more for pleasure for I can come back and read it and be like 'Aww lesbian twilight' lol. I think you guys will like this, also.
Oh! Umm we all know that LA is sunny and everything…but can we imagine it is always rainy and cloudy? And Clay came into the Carlin family when he was three instead of eight. The beginning is a little slow, but believe me it will pick up after about chapter one
Disclaimer: South of Nowhere is not mine. Twilight series is all Stephenie Meyer's.
And Clay came into the Carlin family when he was three instead of eight.
The beginning is a little slow, but believe me it will pick up after about chapter one
I'd never really thought much about how I would die (though I had reason enough in the last few months) but even if I had, I would not have imagined it ending like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. It was noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if I'd never gone to Los Angeles, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, as scared as I was, I couldn't contemplate regretting it. When life offers you a dream so beyond your expectations, it's not a choice to grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunter then smiled friendly as he stepped forward to kill me.
MY DAD drove us to the airport with the windows down. It was eighty two degrees in Cincinnati, the clouds where white and puffy, the sun shined with rays falling down blessing us. I was wearing a white tank, basking in the perfect October weather. It was a farewell gesture. My carry on item was a rain coat.
In the beautiful state of California, a city exists called Los Angeles, hidden under a stream of large, gray clouds. In Southern California, there was a strip of Cities along the coast that had a two percent chance to see the sun. Instead, against all laws of nature, the coast was a place of heavy air and unknown bouts of coldness.
It was from this city that my father had escaped with me and my older adoptive brother when I was only six years old. It was from this city that I'd been compelled to spend summer and every other holiday until I was twelve. That was the year I finally refused to go, resulting with my mother taking me and my two brothers to visit our grandparents in Ireland for a month out of the summer instead.
It was to here that I now exiled myself to (with Clay in on the decision). It was an action that I took with great horror. I hated Los Angeles. Clay really didn't care where he was at as long as he had his books.
I loved Ohio. I love the reliable weather. I loved the small and safe town where I lived with my father and brother.
"Spencer," Dad said before I followed Clay to board the plane. "You really don't have to do this, you know?"
Dad's dark eyes bore into mine creating a since of panic. How could I leave my loving, accepting, reliable dad? Of course he had Emily now, so that means he had someone to cook dinner for, fess over, and worry about. Not to mention the new baby that would be coming in five months, but still…
"I wanna go," I lied. He could easily see right through it. I was never a good liar. I mean, I never had to. Well, only once when I was ten and I was staying at my mom's for thanksgiving and she asked me if I wanted to go home early. I told her no cause I didn't wanna hurt her feelings.
"Tell Pau…your mother I said 'hi.'"
"You can come home anytime when you want." He told me strongly. "Both your's and Clay's tickets are open ended, you can come home anytime. I will come back anytime"
I could see a glint of sacrifice behind his eyes as he said the last part.
"Dad, don't worry." I insisted, "It will be great, we will be great."
"I love you, Daddy."
He hugged me tightly making me feel like I was five years old again, and then I went on the plane.
He was gone.
Clay held my hand on the plane as I cried silently. I was a Daddy's girl and I was one who didn't like leaving home. Before, it wasn't so permanent. This time…it was.
The flight from Cincinnati to Los Angeles was nearly eight hours with a forty minute stop in Denver. The almost hour long drive through traffic to get to our Los Angeles home was what really bothered me.
A long drive with my mother and step-father is what really bothered me.
Paula had been happy about this whole thing. She was excited that I was coming to live with her for the first time with any type of degree of permanence. She had already registered Clay and I in school and bought us a car.
It was still awkward though. I wasn't the type to start conversation, Clay wasn't either. We where both the quite type, only revealing ourselves to people we were close to.
Paula was usually the one to talk and carry on a conversation for all of us, but I knew she was still a little confused at our decision because like Dad, I hadn't made it a secret at my flaming hatred for Los Angeles.
When we walked out of the airport it was raining. I didn't see this as a bad sign or a signal to run back in for the next flight out of there. I saw it as something that is inevitable. The drive to the airport back home was my farewell to the sun and everything with it.
Paula and Ben was waiting for us down by baggage claim with our two year old brother whom I only seen once when he was born.
I think his name was Magnus. He was a cute kid with long blond color hair and deep brown eyes.
Paula and Ben were waiting for us in there Sunday best, which I had expected. They probably just got out of church.
Paula stepped in to give me a hug but I stepped back behind Clay. Her smiled faded from her face and stepped over to give Clay an awkward hug. Ben nodded his head at us and smiled.
"It's good to see you guys," she said as we drove off in their Escalade. "Spencer, you haven't changed much. Clay, you grew so tall. How is your father?"
"Dad's great. It's good to see you too Pau…Mom." I wasn't suppose to call her Paula to her face. Dad said it would make her feel less then a mother. Which, honestly, too me she was never close to one.
"Yeah, it's nice to see you mom," Clay said.
"So, I got you two a car. I knew that you, Clay, would be taking classes at both King and UCLA I got you both separate cars." She explained turning off the highway finally. "Clay I hope you don't mind getting Glen's old car. It's practically new; he never really had a chance to drive it since Ben got him a Mercedes for Graduation last year."
Clay and I looked at each other with our eyebrows up. "Wow," we said sarcastically.
"No, that is great. Wow, thank you." Clay said in his sucking up voice. Too bad I was the only one here who knew that Clay wasn't as good as he plays.
Ben turned around in the passenger seat, "And Spencer, do you remember Eldora?"
I nodded my head with the faint memory of our old babysitter.
He smiled, "Well, her daughter had this cute green Beetle for sell. I knew how much you liked those as a kid and I thought your favorite color was green, so I bought it. I hope you like it."
I smiled and said a quick 'thank you'.
He tried too hard.
He always tried too hard.
I never made it easy either. I mean, why would I be easy on the guy who broke my family apart? He was the one who created all of my father's pain.
"You really didn't have to do that though," I said staring out the window.
"I don't mind. I want you to be happy here." He said turning back in his seat. Ben wasn't that comfortable expressing emotions. To be honest, I wasn't either. So, I continue to stare out my window.
"That's really thoughtful," I mumbled.
There was no need to add to the fact that there was absolutely no way I would ever be happy in here. Paula and Ben didn't need to suffer for my unhappiness, and neither did the little baby next to me who kept pulling my hair.
We all exchanged short comments on how the weather was back home compared to here, which was a lot better then here, and that was mostly the end of out conversation.
Soon I focused my attention on the two year old. Although I wanted to keep up my hard exterior, I couldn't help at smiling at the kid's face.
He looked a lot like mom except for his eyes and ears.
I turned my attention back to the window.
Los Angeles was amazing, I really couldn't deny that. The huge building, shopping centers, the city feel was all nice. Everything was angry though. The clouds were huge and gray with large drops of water spilling from its bottom. The ocean was angry with large greenish gray waves coming up to hit the whitish colored sand.
It was too gray and angry.
Eventually we made it to Paula's, the same country-esque house twenty minutes away from the ocean. The five bedroom house my father had bought her nearly twenty years ago in their early days.
That was the only kind of days their marriage had, early ones.
Parked in the two car garage were Clay and mine vehicles. Mine was a pastel green color with a crystal on a pink ribbon hanging from the rearview mirror. It was something my mother had given me when I was six and moved to Ohio.
It was a surprise, but I loved it. I loved that it was something of mine and it was something that could help me escape the feelings of hatred.
"Wow! Thanks mom, I love it!"
Now my first day at school tomorrow wouldn't be that bad.
It was took Clay and I only one trip to put our stuff in our rooms. We both had one bag due to the fact our clothes from Ohio didn't really fit into Los Angeles style of stylish rainy wear.
I got the attack bedroom, the same one that my mother gave birth to me in. It had belonged to me ever since then.
The dark wood floors, the light pink walls, the peaked ceiling, the white curtains, the handcrafted dollhouse in the corner...these was all parts of my childhood. The only changes were adding a white iron bed and desk as I grew.
The desk now had a dell laptop with broadband internet. The one request made by my father so that we could stay in touch easily.
The rocking chair from when my mother would either feed me or hold me when I was a baby was still in the corner.
There was a small bathroom in the corner of the room.
One of the best things about my mother and Ben was that they gave me privacy. They understood that I liked to stay in my bedroom and respected that. They left me alone to unpack.
It was nice to be alone and be real. It wasn't long before a frown was on my face and tears trailing rivers down my cheeks. It was a relief not to hide the tears and let myself look out the rain drizzling window.
I wasn't in the mood to get into the real deep crying right now.
I would save that for tonight.
I didn't sleep well that night, even after I tired myself out with crying. The constant rumbling sound of thunder wouldn't fade into the background. That same thunder used to make me run downstairs and curl up with mom in her bed.
Thick fog was the only thing outside my window as a got out of bed. You couldn't see anything here. It was like a cage.
The cool wooden floors felt like ice on my feet. I forgot Ben liked the house freezing.
Breakfast with the family was quiet. Glen had already left for morning training and Ben had taken Magnus to Eldora's house. Mom wished us a good day at school before leaving.
I sat in the dinning room at the large wooden family table.
Clay had left for school five minutes earlier to scope out the place. I didn't want to get there early, but I couldn't stay in the house any longer. There were so many reminders of dad in here and my early childhood that it was freaky.
Why wouldn't they change anything? God.
I went through the garage to get into my car, thanking God that they parked it in there. I really didn't want to get wet the first time I stepped out of the house.
As I pulled out into the driveway rain immediately attacked the car.
This was going to be a nice day.
King High School had a frightening total of one thousand and eight (well ten) students. There were only three hundred students back in my old school. All of them had grown up together; even their grandparents had been babies together. Here, everyone knew each other, but not in the same way. Everyone knew who was who and who wasn't.
Maybe if I looked like one of them I could use that to my advantage. But physically, I never fit in anywhere. I should be the cute, brunette girl with big brown eyes and a smile on my face, maybe a softball player or something, all of the things living in mid America was all about.
Instead, I was pale skinned, without even the slightest tan from our hundred degree summer. I had always been thin, but still soft, and obviously not anywhere near an athlete. I really had nowhere near the hand eye coordination needed for it. The only kind of recreational sport I was good at was DDR, and that was only because that was our Sunday night family activity back home.
I had put on some baggy jeans and a Dickies hoodie earlier, with my rain coat sitting in the passenger seat.
I glanced at myself in the rear view mirror. I already began to look paler, unhealthy. My skin looked smooth, but it was very pale here, there was absolutely no color.
I looked back to the road. It wasn't just physically I wouldn't fit in to this fashioned, beautiful obsessed world; I would be lying to myself. If I couldn't fit in with three hundred people, what made me think I would be able to fit in here?
I really didn't relate well with people my age. Maybe it eve going as far to say I didn't relate well with people in general. Even my dad, who I was extremely close to than anyone else in the world, wasn't on the same page as me.
Sometimes I wonder if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest f the world was seeing though theirs. Maybe there was a wire in my brain in the wrong place, or even missing.
But the reason didn't matter, the effect it had on me did.
Finding the school wasn't hard at all, it was right down the street. I parked along the edge of the parking lot away from the high priced vehicles that seemed to dominate the parking lot.
I pulled on my rain coat and climbed out that car, rushing toward the office building. Inside, it was dimly lit and warmer then it should be in the California heat. There was four desks behind the counter and a red-headed woman set in one of them. She was wearing stylish black rimmed glasses and a blue sun dress which made me immediately feel underdressed.
She looked up, "Can I help you?"
"I'm Spencer Carlin," I informed her and saw her nod her head reaching for something under the counter.
Clay probably had just left here.
"Of course, I have your schedule right here and a map of where your classes will be at." She said smiling at me.
She went through all the classes for me and marking the best routes to them with a yellow sharpie. She told me how instead of having block scheduling, I would have seven period classes. She told me in all reality I would still only have four classes since three was my basics and the fourth one I would spend three hours a day in the vocational building for my Multimedia class.
That made me feel a little happy that they still had the same program as they do in Ohio and I would be able to continue my studies.
Once I was free to go, I headed quickly to my first class. I pulled up the hood on my jacket, cursing who ever thought it would be a god idea to have open hallways.
The classroom was big. There was a roll of coat hangers on the wall filled with rain jackets. At least they were considerable on that part. I hung up my jacket and went to talk with the teacher. He sent me to the back of the class at the only free seat.
The class was boring since I was about a month ahead of them. I sat back and listened to my iPod mostly, sketching in my leather bond journal.
The next two classes, Government and Spanish, were the same.
At the end of Spanish I bumped into Clay and a new friend of his. A dark skinned boy named Sean, who might I had, was super cool for knowing all about Indie films. I found out that Sean was also in my Multimedia class.
I ended up sitting with them in the lunch room at a table full of several of Sean's friends. He introduced all of us, but the only person I remember was Chelsea. They all seemed impressed with Sean for speaking to me. The guys at the table all smiled sheepishly at me.
It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with Chelsea and several curious boys, that I first saw them.
They were all sitting in the nook of the large room, as far away as everyone as possible. There were five of them. They weren't talking, they weren't eating, even though they had trays full of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gazing at me like all the other students were, so it was completely safe to look at them without the fear of being caught. Yet, it was not any other those reasons that got my attention.
They didn't look anything alike.
Of the two boys, one was well muscled, like a serious boxer of athlete, with dark walnut colored hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still well muscled and shaggy blond hair.
The girls where opposites. The tall one was exotic. She had a beautiful curvy figure the kind you saw on the cover of some men's magazine, the kind that made every girl's self-esteem immediately drop to the ground. Her hair was a light brown and blondish hue, curling down the length of her back. The next girl, short and pixie like, thing, with small features. Her hair was a deep chestnut brown that was held up in a pony tale. The last girl was in the middle of both girls. She was shorter then the taller girl, but taller then the shorter girl. She had dark brown hair with natural highlights of red. She looked more venerable then the others.
Yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was a chalky pale color, the palest of all the students in this sunless city. Paler then me. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They all had dark shadows under their eyes, purplish, bruise like. As if they where sleep deprived or suffering from a broken nose. Yet their nosed, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.
But all this is not why I couldn't look away.
I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were devastatingly, inhumanly gorgeous. They put shamed to all the faces you seen in movies, magazines, and everyday life. Even the angelic faces you seen in the priceless masterpieces. It was truly hard to tell who was most beautiful, the dark haired guy or the brownish red haired girl.
"Who are they?" I asked Chelsea.
As she looked up to see who I meant, but already knowing, suddenly she looked at her, the brownish red haired girl. She looked at her for just a fraction of a second, and then her dark eyes flicked to mine.
She looked away quickly, more quickly then I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I looked down and let my blond hair hide me away.
In that brief flash of a glance, her face held nothing of interest; it was as if Chelsea had called her name and she looked up involuntary.
Chelsea smiled, "That is Ashley, Kyla, and Aiden Davies. The other two are Madison and Christopher Duarte. They are all live with Christine and Raife Davies."
I glanced sideways at the beautiful girl, who was looking out the window now, picking at bread with her long chalky fingers. Her mouth was moving very quickly, her perfect lips barely opening. The other four was looking away, but I felt that she was talking to them.
"They are very…beautiful." I struggled to not stutter.
"Yeah!" She agreed. "They are all together though, like together, Aiden and Madison, Kyla and Christopher, I mean. Plus, they all live together." Her voice held immense shock. But, to be honest, I had to admit that even in this big city, that is a huge gossip topic.
"Which ones are the Davies," I asked. "They don't look that related."
"Oh, they're not. They're all adopted, Kyla and Ashley are the only ones related."
"Interesting." I said a little drawn out.
She went on, "They just moved here though, about two years ago from somewhere up in Canada."
I felt a surge of pity and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were also outsiders. They weren't accepted. Relief because I wasn't the only newcomer here.
As I examined them a little more, the youngest, looked up and met my gaze. This time with evident curiosity in her expression. As I quickly looked away, it seemed to me that her glance held some sort of expectation.
"Which one is her?" I asked pecking another look out of the corner of my eye to see that she still was glancing over at me. She wasn't gawking…but she had a slightly frustrated look. I looked down again.
"That is Ashley, she is gorgeous." Chelsea said before she stood up. I noticed then that the whole table got up and was heading to dump their trays.
She walked beside me.
I bit my lip to hold a smile and then glanced at her. Her face was turned away, but I thought her cheek appeared lifted as if she was trying to hold a smile also.
As we walked out of the cafeteria, some of us stopping to get a coke form the machine, we all headed to our classes. Sean and I walked Chelsea to her art class back in the Art Department before heading to the vocational building.
When we went into the room, Sean went to set a Mac by the far window. There were five rolls of computers, two seats to each roll. Four computers sat along the wall also. All of them were filled.
In fact, all was filled except one.
She was sitting in that one seat next to the empty one.
After I went to the teacher to introduce myself I went to take the assigned seat. As I took it I noticed something. Her eyes ere black…coal black.
I didn't look over as I sat down and booted up the computer. Her posture had changed once I sat down. She had moved her chair to the edge of the table. She was leaning far from me and her face was scrunched up like she smelt something bad. I sniffed the air…I smelt like my usually vanilla bean.
The teacher had given us a marketing project to do over the next three hours.
I don't know how I lasted.
She sat there creating a masterpiece, but with her free hand she had it in a fist. If it was possible, her knuckles were even paler.
I looked over and was about to say something but I quickly changed my mind and sunk deeper into my chair.
I was amazed by her beauty but feared the wave of danger that she gave off.
Even though all my instincts told me to run and get away from her I couldn't.
If anything, all I wanted to do was reach over and touch the girl.
the first chapter was mostly back story and it's following the book
quite well. There are a couple changes from the book, but I am using it
as a guide. But I feel cooler because I got all these other cool
chapters planed out. I actually know where this is going also. Send some feedback my loves.
I actually know where this is going also.
Send some feedback my loves.