Power Rush
The glowing pale sky of twilight shines with the never ending twinkle of stars.
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She was so graceful as she walked across the field that it looked as if she where soaring. She put the gracefulness of Edward to shame. As much as I couldn’t take my eyes off of Edward, it seemed that much harder and more to look away from her. So I just stood there gaping at her.
She was so very ordinary in a way. Her hair was the color of the pale moon. She wore it pinned up in an old fashioned style. She wore a dress that covered her ankles and flowed behind her as she walked so swiftly toward us. I never saw any thing like it. It was almost glassy. Although I couldn’t tell what color it was supposed to be in the light of the moon I could see her eyes shining with such persistency it hurt to look into them. Though I couldn’t look away from them. There was a crystal worn around her neck. Her head was held high as she walked. There was no way I could do that without tripping a couple of times. She was very fragile looking, breakable. I wouldn’t have been surprised if even a touch from me, as fragile as I was, would have broken her. Her skin was also pale and though she had some qualities that fit I could tell quite vividly that she was not one of them.
Just then the moonlight disappeared behind a thick layer of clouds which gave her a ghostly appearance. Is this what Alice saw or didn’t see? I had no way of knowing. It was too disturbing to know.
I shivered as I broke my mesmerizing gaze away from her uncanny glowing eyes to Edward’s beautiful face. His arms were tense around my waist and he stood stone still. It seemed like he wasn’t breathing. Once again he looked like a statue of a god and I had trouble reading his face. His jaw was set tight but his eyes were filled with…surprise? No, that can’t be it. Confusion, maybe, but there seemed to be more. I was staring at him so intently that I didn’t notice when the creature had come to stand right in front of us.
She made some sort of curtsey to us. A very elegant jester, even Rosalie seemed awed. When she had straightened up I could tell she was quite young. Maybe a year or two younger than me. Up close she didn’t look frightening. She was normal, not hideous but not attractively stunning, except, her eyes. I could detect a strong aroma coming from her. She smelled of the air after a storm. I breathed more deeply to inhale the unusual, enticing scent.
“I apologize if I am interrupting anything. I’m Acashia” she said in a sparkling; dazzling voice, while curtsey again. She almost didn’t seem aware that it was strange to find a group of gorgeous people in the middle of a field. And yet I could detect a hint of vigilance in her voice. Almost like she knew.
“I’m Carlisle. This is my family, Alice and Jasper, Rosalie, Esme and Emmett, Edward and Bella.” He pointed us out.
She looked over each one of us with a deliberate slowness. As if she was memorizing everyone’s face to every detail. Not that there was all that much to memorize. They’re all beautiful, perfect, except for me. She stood there looking into every ones eyes the longest. Carlisle just stood like he was made of stone, and returned her gaze. Esme and Alice backed up in surprise, as her eyes came to meet theirs. Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie bowed their heads so they could no longer stare into her penetrating eyes. When she came to me she searched my face.Probably trying to figure out why I’m with a group of…
The corners of her mouth rose so slightly that I wasn’t sure if they had or if I was just seeing things again. To confirm my suspicion Edward tensed and straightened up to place himself slightly between me and her. Ready to defend me if anything happened. His lip curled up like he was going to growl but nothing came. I was to intent trying not to look at the girl and looking at Edward that I hadn’t notice the girl, who called herself Acashia, look to scrutinise Edward.
She looked back to Carlisle. “You have a very- charming family.”
