Chapter 27 : Home To The Devil.
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The alarm did not ring, nor was there any type of disturbance.
Vlad just woke up.
Fixed his figure and stood from the comfort of the ever so laying coffin that embraced his being.
Walking to the mirror, no type of exclamation or reaction ran through his face.
Bella had called that morning, but he just informed her that he wasn't feeling well and he wouldn't be leaving with her for school.
And she scolded him, which for some reason Vlad truly didn't hate, he just frowned at her words, realising that she had caused his memory to remember 'she' who had now forgotten him.
And now Vlad looked into the mirror as he acknowledged his reflection.
Right there, right there before his sight, was a figure who seemed to hold in some way, otherworldly perfection.
Yet, even with those strange benefits, Vlad did not smile, nor try to take an effort at cracking a joke.
At that very moment, perhaps for the first time in his 17 long years of life, he felt out of place.
So he just stood there, gazing at his reflection.
Doing nothing, saying nothing, but accepting who he was.
Or, in some way, accepting what he always had been.
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"Are they awake yet?" asked an old man, who was sitting in the comfort of a wheelchair, holding a beer in one hand and fixing his cowboy hat with the other.
"Only two of them", replayed a woman who seemed to be on the younger side, although beautiful, she seemed to faintly resemble most of his facial figures.
"What did they say?" he said, as he leaned forward to listen in.
"They don't remember anything" she replied, "or, it would be better to say, they can't remember"
He only frowned at her words.
"Why would you say that?" he asked, but she leaned her head downwards as if the guilt was proving too much to hold hidden.
"Its elder Rami, isn't it?" and she nodded slightly at his words.
"He thinks it's the Cullens," she said, causing him to shake his head after her words.
"Well, it's not?" he replayed, causing her to shoot up her head in an instant.
"How do you know…?" she tried to protest.
"Rebecca!" but he interrupted, uneasiness clearly evident from the scream of his voice. He then noticed his uneasiness then softened it, as if in an attempt to prove something that spoke of his importance. "It's not the Cullens," he replied, his voice now softer but still holding command.
And she frowned, hate clearly visible through her now hidden eyes, hidden by her slightly bent head, bent only because of culture's belief.
"If it were the Cullens, do you think the peck would still be alive?" Billy continued. "What effort would they gain from doing it?"
And she frowned, she had always been frowning.
He moved the wheels from his chair and neared closer to where she stood.
"Listen and listen well," he whispered. "We only have four protectors, do you think if the Cullens wanted us gone, it wouldn't have happened by now?" he spoke, "they are too many, too strong, too generous, and it is because of that generosity that the treaty still exists"
He pushed his wheelchair away. Returning where it once stood.
"They are not like their kind," he returned his voice to its normal tone. "They even drink animal blood for the sake of the treaty." He then hesitated, "they like acting human,", his words continued, "and for good of who knows what, if that strange fetish of theirs is gone… God help us all"
THUD!
The door suddenly opened.
And a woman, who looked almost identical to Rebecca, entered through its opening.
"They are awake!" she suddenly spoke. Causing both Billy and Rebecca to shoot their eyes towards her figure, with their faces wearing the same expression"
And Billy turned his head toward Rebecca, who was standing right beside him.
And in an instant, without waiting for any command, she moved her figure and grabbed his wheelchair handle.
Pushing forward and leaving a place of old to a place anew.
To a place filled with nothing but unanswered questions.
Filled with looming theories and unspoken speculation.
One which Billy truly feared would be true.
One he hoped stayed fiction.
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Outside of forks, in what seemed to be a secluded area.
Vlad stood calmly at what seemed to be the beginning of an overly enormous mountain.
He had nothing, no bag, no gear.
Just the sole presence of his bike, which he had parked not that far from his still standing figure.
He smiled as he stared up at the mountain that stood before him, perhaps overly excited by what he was about to accomplish.
Moving his body, he neared its frame.
He squatted. His head, still looking upward if measuring the distance.
And with a jump, he laughed himself 30 feet above the surface of the ground.
Momentum did its part as it accelerated him with unearthly speed, and in seconds he had reached the point of zero acceleration.
Then, free fall took hold of him, as he began descending downward with an increasing number in his velocity.
But before he could get far, before his downward speed could reach a staggering number, he dug his hands into the mountain wall that stood before his figure.
SHOOAK!
And his hands dug holes in its walls, stopping him in an instant.
Now, he was hanging by his hands, with a smile still paying at the ends of his lips.
Then he moved.
Moving upward, by digging in mountain obstacles with the tips of his fingers.
He was climbing.
Or in a way, an attempt at it.
He was no human. Truly never was.
So it took him about 30 minutes to reach the top of the mountain's staggering frame.
And when he reached, he gazed upon its peak, and admired the view from the mountain's staggering peak.
Forks wasn't far, so he could still clearly see it from where he was standing.
The wind blew towards his figure as if in greeting, with a not so friendly pressure.
Looking down at the cliff he climbed, Vlad lips housed a smile as if wagered by what his now tall standing body would accomplish.
With that, he jumped.
Not upward.
Not in excitement.
But to the place he once began.
A place he once ascended.
A place he had come from.
The Home of the Devil.
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