Showing posts with label Irina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irina. Show all posts

Ice

by Jessica L

Our time here in Alaska is fairly peaceful so far.  Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, including myself.  That is when I am avoiding Tanya's never ending love overtures.  We all appreciate the Denali's for opening their home and land to us and especially for being so gracious about it.  It has been a nice reprieve for all of us.


Tanya, Kate and Irina are considered to be sisters, although like us, they are really only related in vampire terms.  Their vampire creator, whom they consider their mother, was destroyed thousands of years ago.  Sasha- their mother- was punished by the Volturi for creating a vampire child, which is one of the worst vampire laws to break.  The three never really healed from the hurt of losing their mother in such a traumatic way, and the bond of it has brought them closer.  It also made them very strict on vampire laws, and therefore they understand very clearly why we were in such a hurry to leave our home.  


Carmen and Eleazer also have an understanding for the laws, but for different reasons.  Eleazer used to work for the Volturi.  He was one of them.  His special ability is that he is able to seek out a person's talent, whether vampire or human, and tell what a vampire's special ability is or is going to be.  However, after some time with the Volturi, he didn't agree with certain methods of their behavior, and chose to leave.  His respect for the law stuck with him.  Carmen is much softer and more compassionate.  She follows the law because it is so, and for no other reason, except perhaps because Eleazer believes in it.  


We are very welcome here, and it has been fun.  It is nice to be around others of our kind, especially others who live the way we do.  It is secluded here, and we are able to live and hunt freely.  There is a wide variety of animals to choose from, the boring deer are gone, and we dont have to wait for the seasons to get mountain lion- although there are not mountain lions here there is plenty to keep me entertained. There are grizzly bears, black bears, moose, caribou, and wolves here but Emmett is most excited about the grizzlies.  The bears are probably the most abundant animal we have seen.  There are also eagle hawks as well, and if we really want to be entertained, we can try to jump up and catch one.  


Of course the cold doesn't bother us, we can make snow angels (isn't that ironic) and have snowball fights, and go sledding.  We do all the things here that people would typically see us do and wonder at our speed.  Vampire baseball has nothing on vampire skiing, of course we can't do it on regular skiis, we have to make our own or they would break under the pressure of our immaculate skiing skills.  We also have discovered that we can build crazy snow forts in a fairly quick amount of time and have snow wars.  It has been a blast.  It is like being a child again, only no mother is telling you to come in before your feet get frostbite.  


Tanya has been attached at my hip half of the time.  She is very playful, and fun to be around.  She jokes with me, throws snowballs at my head, and helps build lopsided snowmen.  She is an excellent baseball player, and she skiis like there is no tomorrow.  She understands the meaning of the word thrill, that is for sure.  Tanya is entertaining to say the least.  It is what I hear in her thoughts that gets to me though.  I am not sure if anyone has let her in on my ability, so I feel bad for what I hear, but it is almost impossible not to hear it.  


She is falling harder for me the more she is around me.  She is attracted not only to my looks, for whatever reason- it isn't like every vampire is good looking- but also because I am extremely talented for a vampire.  She seems to find my multitude of hobbies to be a good thing.  She likes that I have read a thousand books, have an interest in art, play the piano, etc.  She even takes an interest in the fact that I have almost every body style of car built between the early 1900's to 1950's.  It almost seems genuine although Esme says the word for this is lust.  She is in lust with me.  I have not experienced this before, and although it is flattering, it is annoying as well.  


Of course she is beautiful, curvy, smart, and funny.  But I am just not looking for a mate.  The more she throws herself at me, the more turned off I am.  I am trying to let her down gently, and be nice to her nonetheless, but it is hard.  Especially with seeing her thoughts, some of them as innappropriate as they are, it is very hard.  I don't like seeing her undress myself.  It is very weird looking naked through someone else's eyes, and frankly, she doesn't do me justice in that department.  Not that she needs to know that, it would only encourage her.  I will keep being the nice boy who just isn't on the availability list for now, and maybe she will back off soon.  She is driving me crazy.  Did I say that already?


Anyway,  I think a snowball just hit my window.  I better go join the fight.  Be back later.
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Manipulation

by Jessica L

Things are pretty boring these days on the college front.  I have been attending classes, hanging out with Alice and Jasper on campus, and being a regular guy.  It is very weird to be looked at like everyone else.  This is the first time since my creation- since any of our creation actually- that we haven't turned any heads.  People really don't notice us in any odd way.  It is hard to get used to, almost like losing a part of your personality.

The women here are all over me also, but not in the obsessive, girly way the high school group I had to deal with earlier was.  These women are older and more direct, more intense.  I have learned how to get certain things from them, such as if I need access to the library after hours, or a coffee for the professor when I don't have any money on hand.  It surprises me how often a professor will just pick a student out of the front row and order them to leave class to fetch them a coffee or a water.  I stopped sitting in the front row a month or two into the first semester.

Anyway, at first I felt bad for manipulating women like this, and then I started dissecting it further.  I wondered why I was able to do this.  None of the others seem to do it and I wondered if it was a power unique to me.  I didn't want to tell anyone what I was doing, however, as it didn't seem very nice.  I wasn't really forcing anyone to do anything.  I was merely leaning closer to the woman, making sure their heart beat faster and their ability to think started getting fuzzy, and then I asked for what I wanted.  It usually worked.  The first few tries were trials.  Practices.  Then I knew what I was doing.  The women seem more than happy to oblige to my needs.

After a while, my curiosity about the whole thing got the better of me, and I couldn't keep quiet about it any longer.  I finally confided in Carlisle about what I was doing.  I tried to read his thoughts as I was telling him about my adventures, but all I was getting from him was surprise.  Then imagine my shock when he started laughing.  He actually laughed at me.

He said that he was surprised that it took me so long to figure this little trick out.  It was the oldest vampire trick in the book.  Human manipulation.  It sounded horrible when he said it, of course.  Then he really knocked my socks off.  He said the Denali sisters were true professionals at it.  They manipulated men like an art form.  In fact, their exploits with men caused the Denali sisters to grow quite fond of men in general, which gave them a love for the human kind, and in turn, a sense of guilt when they fed on humans- especially the men they found to be so amazing in the first place.  I had heard the short version of that story, but this version was much better.

Carlisle went on to say that there were always times when vampires needed to use a little sense of "charm" to get their way with the humans.  Sometimes, if he had a particularly difficult patient it came in handy.  The trick was to know the difference between when to use it and when to use your conscience.  Carlisle was also surprised that I hadn't discovered this sooner, but after some contemplation on the matter, he figured that my lack of interest in the opposite sex probably distracted me from trying to manipulate them, or ask them for anything.  Therefore I wouldn't have discovered this neat little trick.

The funny thing is that Carlisle is going crazy trying to document all my stories, asking me every detail about every time I've used any form of persuasion on a human.  He finds it truly fascinating to combine the natural ability of vampire persuasion with my extra talent of mind reading.  Surprise surprise.  Anything to give Carlisle something to study I suppose.  Now he has me asking a girl for something silly once a week.  Last week I asked this woman at the cafeteria for a free piece of apple pie.  I don't even eat.  She gave it to me of course, then I had to pretend it was the most delicious thing.  All for Carlisle.  He got such a laugh out of it.  Next week I will be smarter about my choices, but the cafeteria was right there, and the day was almost over.  Oh well.

I guess that's it for now.  I am tired of writing, so I should probably sign off.  I am working on a new song that needs my attention anyway.  Better get back to it.
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Saving Irina

by Jessica L

Carlisle got a nightmarish call today.  It was from the Denali clan in Alaska.  From the sound of Kate's voice, I could tell before Carlisle was even off the phone that it was bad.  She was panicked and upset.  She sounded like she was crying, although I know that tears don't come out of vampire eyes.  I was worried before Carlisle had even hung up.  I couldn't read his thoughts, they were too jumbled from trying to respond to her mess of conversation.  Finally, he got off the phone and looked across the room at Esme and I.  The others had gone out hunting.

"That was Kate.  Something is wrong in Denali.  Irina had an accident."  He started.  I read it in his thoughts before he even finished telling Esme and I.  Although I was shocked and upset, I listened to his story so he could tell Esme what happened without my interference.

"She was hunting with Kate and Tanya this morning, out in the woods by their home.  They were goofing around with a pair of bears they had cornered, and I guess it had been a while since they last hunted.  Apparently, they let the bears get away with the intention of trapping them again for fun, and when they pursued the bears, they stumbled upon a girl who was on a hiking tour that wandered off and got separated.  The girl had fallen down and broken her ankle, and apparently scraped herself up pretty badly too.  Kate and Tanya were fine about it, they started to offer the girl some help, but Irina-" Carlisle's voice broke.  He took a moment's pause to pull himself together.

"Well, Irina has always been impulsive."  He said by way of explanation.  Esme seemed to understand.
"No!  She didn't hurt the girl?"  Esme asked.
"She bit her, but Kate and Tanya pulled her off.  They need me out there right away.  We were going to be leaving soon anyway, I think we should all go.  I will fly out right away, Esme you can come along.  Edward- you and the others can arrange for the movers to pack and move our things into storage for awhile, and then follow us up there?"
"Of course."  I answered.  That was easy.  We've moved so many times it would be like clockwork.
"Is the girl okay?"  Esme asked.  Always so compassionate.  I smiled at her warmth, it was why we all loved her so much.
"For now, but she lost a lot of blood.  The venom is burning her slowly, since it was a small bite, jagged.  We can't let her turn into a vampire, of course, and people will be searching for her soon, if they aren't already.  I told Kate to suck the venom out.  I think she is going to have Eleazer try, but they are scared.  I need to get there right away."  Carlisle answered.

They packed their bags quickly.  They were out the door and headed for the airport to purchase some last minute airline tickets before the others even returned from their hunting trip.  Alice knew what was going on before she even got home, of course.  They cut their trip short, but still didn't make it in time to say goodbye.

I was on the phone with moving companies when they got home.  Cost isn't an issue when you are orchestrating a move like ours, but privacy is.  Especially when you are doing it at the last minute, you need to have people willing to pack your things quickly, and without snooping.  I was able to call a few places and quickly get a team of movers out here to pack our belongings for us.  We supervised of course.  We put one of us in each room, to "help" speed things along, although really it was so that we knew what was going on and who was seeing what.  Usually we pack our things ourselves and have the movers transport them, but there isn't enough time this time.  Even still, half the house was packed before the moving team got here.

I arranged a large storage unit not far from our house to put everything in, and within twenty four hours, everything was packed and moved to the storage unit.  It is amazing what gets done quickly when you have the cash to spend on it.  We took our luggage and transported ourselves to the airport, without worries that our cars would be safe in the airport parking lot.  Just one more routine we were used to.

The flight to Alaska was long and boring.  It was stuffy on the plane, and being in tight quarters around a bunch of humans was uncomfortable.  I hadn't gotten to go hunting before hand like the others, and needed to badly.  It was unbearable, but I dealt with it.  When we finally landed, I was eager to get to Denali.  Carlisle would need an extra hand with the girl.  As we got to the house, it was obvious that they were waiting to welcome us, just like always.

They had the girl in a special room that they had changed around to make look as similar to a hospital room as possible.  Before we had even gotten there, Carlisle had gotten the venom out of her and casted her ankle. Now she was healing from the venom, and he wasn't quite sure how long that was going to take.  I guess for now we just wait.  Waiting is always the worst part.  So I suppose I better go hunt before I get even more thirsty, especially with an injured human in the house.  The smell of her blood doesn't help.  Be back later.
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Saving Heather

by Jessica L

We've been in Denali for a few days now.  Carlisle has gotten all of the venom out of the girl's system, or at least he thinks he has, but she has yet to wake up.  She moans in her sleep, and she cries out in pain from time to time, but her eyes refuse to open.  Her heart rate is steady, never slowing.  Carlisle monitors it constantly.  He has brought in the best machines and equipment he could get his hands on considering the time crunch we are under. The girl is in excellent care, and seems to be in excellent health aside from the fact that her ankle is broken and she is asleep.

Carlisle doesn't think she is in a coma, because she is so active in her sleep. It is hard to tell, because he can't give her a CAT scan or MRI.   We obviously can't rush her to the hospital and have limited access to what we need.  He is very worried about her.  To make matters worse, her face has been all over the local news.  As it turns out, the girl is not a girl after all, she is a young woman.  Named Heather Forster, age twenty two.  The bad news just kept getting worse because she also had two small children and a husband, plus because she was so young, her parents and her in-laws were all over every news station along with her husband, pleading for her safe return, orchestrating search parties, and giving interviews.  Of course her husband was suspect number one, which made us feel horrible.

Irina was taking this all pretty badly.  Guilt ridden, she kept herself locked in her room most days and nights since the incident. She even refused to go hunting, so Kate has been giving her pints of animal blood that she collected from a local animal shelter whenever she can get through Irina's door.

It seems very old fashioned, like something straight out of Bram Stoker's Dracula- pints of blood being carried through the house, a girl hooked up to I.V.'s and morphine in a soundproofed bedroom whose face is all over the news, its very disturbing and much too real.  We are all worried that the Volturi will discover the mess at any moment and come bursting through the door.  This would end up in the Denali clan's destruction- at least for Irina for sure- and most likely for anyone else who tried to help her, including us and the girl.

We were in very deep trouble and our situation was getting worse the longer it took for the girl to wake up.  Carlisle's medical expertise was great, but it didn't cover a great deal of patients who slipped into unwakeable unconciousness.  He dealt with E.R. patients, trauma, and your classic doctor's office stuff- check ups, exams, etc.  This was beyond the norm.  I suppose anything dealing with vampire venom and humans was beyond the norm.

Carlisle and I take turns watching the girl.  Aside from Carlisle, I have the most medical knowledge.  I have taken several college courses in that area now, not that I am anywhere close to a degree, but I have a fair interest in the field.  I also watch Carlisle quite a bit, help him whenever necessary and have gotten quite a decent look inside his head.  Of any of us, I am the most qualified to take over for him, and he gets tired.  Not physically, but mentally.

When not in the small medical-style bedroom, things are about as relaxed as can be.  We try and hunt as often as we can.  We play around, get goofy, and keep things light whenever we can.  I am probably the most sullen of them all, but then again, I am the only one who doesn't have another person to lean on.  Tanya is more than happy to remind me of her availability- both physically and emotionally- for me, but I am as uninterested now as I was before.

I suppose that is all for now.  I will be back with an update.  I am hoping things change soon, because things are tense around here.  I am tense.  Anyways, I will be back soon.
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Waiting & Waking

by Jessica L



Sometimes you spend forever waiting for something, and when it happens, it isn't at all what you wanted it to be. We spent almost two weeks waiting for Heather Forster to wake up from her vampire bite.  Her broken ankle was healing nicely, and the scratches on her leg that had started the entire mess were barely noticeable.

Finally, she woke up.  It wasn't a peaceful, smooth awakening like waking up in the morning from a deep sleep.  It was like waking up from a horrifying nightmare, when someone chases after you and they've almost got you by your shirt collar, or when you're falling off a ten story building and you're about to hit the ground.  It was insanely disturbing.  She sat straight up from her deep sleep and screamed, flailed her arms, kicked her legs, and started breaking into a pure sweat.  It was an instant transformation.

I was on the supervising shift when Heather woke up.  Carlisle was out hunting with Esme and Tanya.  It took me almost forty five minutes to get her to calm down, but I would like to think that the process was speeded up some by the fact that I was able to read her thoughts.  She was considerably scared.  She didn't understand where she was or why.  She was in pain, although she didn't know what had happened, and she remembered vague memories of being attacked and women rushing towards her.

My first thought was relief that she didn't remember the exact attack.  I tried to soothe her and tell her we had found her lost in the woods, and were there to help her.  She was thinking fast, trying to piece together the events of what had happened.  Her thoughts also flickered to her family- her children, her husband, her parents.  She didn't understand why we didn't call the police or the hospital- why we had taken care of her ourselves.  I didn't know how to answer that.  Carlisle was much better at this than I was.

She remembered falling and hurting her ankle, which I explained briefly and demonstrated further with the cast on her leg, and then she flashed back to the bears she saw in the woods just before the women found her.  I explained that the bears had attacked her, and that the women that found her were the women who lived here- we were visiting at the time, and had a Doctor in our midst.  Since we weren't sure how serious her injuries were, we didn't want to move her and were hoping she would wake up soon.

I had Carmen bring her some food as quickly as possible, and Eleazar and Kate pulled all televisions and radios from the house and hid them in the outside shed, covered with a tarp behind some boxes.  We didn't want the woman to realize that we had access to television or news broadcasts and had realized this woman was missing, with a family looking for her.  It would be easier to pretend that we didn't know anything, and were waiting for her to awaken and tell us her story herself.  I felt like a cad doing this to her, prolonging her safe return to her family for even a moment- but at the same time, I knew it was necessary.  We had to keep our secret safe and both her life and ours intact in doing so.

After Carmen fed Heather, she was feeling much better.  Carlisle returned a couple short hours within Heather waking up.  He quickly went to work examining her, checking heart rates and blood pressure, making sure her eyesight and reflexes reacted properly.  He checked everything he could think of and then some.  When he had no excuse to delay her stay any longer, and I felt absolutely sure there was nothing suspicious in her thoughts, we decided it was time to call the police and report her arrival.  Carlisle suggested it to her before he even let her bring it up.  He barely let her get a word in edgewise because he didn't want her to accuse him of keeping her here, or suggest calling the police first.  It was important that we seem as helpful as possible.

Heather was more than grateful for our "help."  Although I didn't feel helpful at all, she was happy to be awake, alive and well.  She kept thinking about how lucky she was to be found by good people who took her in and took good care of her.  What luck.  I wish Irina could have heard her thoughts.  Irina has yet to leave her room, which both serves her right and irritates me at the same time.  She should be out here with the rest of us, cleaning up her mess and fixing her mistake.  She should be helping this poor woman get better, tending to her wounds and feeding her soup and crackers.  Instead, she is sulking in her room like a child who just got yelled at for coloring on the wall.  We all make mistakes, no one blames her, but to make us all bear the burden of what she did and not even face it herself is ridiculous.  I am getting annoyed with it.

At any rate, Carlisle got Heather's contact information, and we gathered around the telephone and called Heather's family.  It isn't exactly convenient for an ambulence to drive up to the Denali house, so we opted against an ambulance and decided to drive Heather to the nearest hospital instead, with her family meeting her there.  It was our job to act concerned, of course.

Heather promised us she wouldn't bombard us with news crews after she was found, either.  We explained that our families have lived here for years, and we didn't want to have a bunch of people stomping around on the property, asking for interviews and ruining the land.  She was very understanding.  In fact, she is a very nice, caring and warm woman.  I suppose like your ideal young mother of two should be.  It makes me feel much better about sitting in that tiny room for the past few days, staring at her sleeping body, waiting endlessly for her to wake up, and wishing this whole thing had never happened.

After she was gone, we all celebrated.  All of us except for Irina, of course.  She has remained in her room all day and night, still.  If she doesn't come out of her room at least to hunt tomorrow, Eleazer says they should cut off her blood supply.  I vote in favor of that.  I think they should at least make her come out and apologize, or explain herself, or something.  She can clean up the imitation medical hospital style bedroom.

I guess I am cranky today.  That means I should end this for now.  Be back later.
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Denali's Goodbye

by Jessica L

Alice saw it in a vision before it even happened.  For once, we had an ounce of time ahead of the fact to prepare ourselves.  From the very second Heather Forster's family got her safely in their arms, both they and the police started hounding her about who had taken her in.  It didn't take long to convince her that they needed to know- the police needed to question us, after all, and make sure it really was bears that had cornered her in the woods and not anyone dangerous.  If only they knew that we were the dangerous ones.

Perhaps they did know.  It was all too suspicious that we had been adamant about keeping our privacy here.  I'm sure she mentioned our variously different but altogether immense good looks and pale skin.  We were odd, both individually and as a group.  If I were on the outside looking in on the situation, at the very least I would be suspicious.  Unfortunately, I was way too far from Heather or her family- wherever they were- to read her thoughts.  All we had to go on was Alice's vision.

We went with our first impulse regarding the vision.  If she was telling her family and the police about us, then at some point in the very near future, she would lead them to where we were.  It would take them awhile since she had still been under a few drugs when we drove her to the hospital, but depending on her sense of direction and how familiar she was with the land, she could lead her straight to the Denali house.  According to the news broadcasts and what she told us after waking up, she was visiting Alaska on vacation from Wisconsin.  Not being a native to the land was a plus.  On the other hand, the group of hikers she was with could take her back to where she got lost and they could put things together from there to find us.

Either way, we knew what we had to do.  The Denali family had to leave.  At least for a while, until things were safe.  Between the five Denalis and the seven Cullens, it took almost no time at all to pack up everything and move it all into a pair of old trucks from the garage.  We weren't sure how well the trucks were going to run, but at least they held everything.  We tarped them down well, and put a vast array of basic tools in the cab of one truck for Rosalie in case we had any problems.  Any stray belongings that we couldn't fit into the trucks were also stuck into various cars of the Denali's.  By sun down, we were all set to go.

I knew the Denali family was sad to leave, since they have been in their house so long, but it was truly necessary.  At the very least, it got Irina out of her room and doing something.  That was one good thing out of this very bad situation.  Anyways, the Denali family has been in the same house in Alaska for decades.  The nice thing about being in the middle of nowhere is that people don't realize you are there.  They are close enough to a town to use their resources, but not close enough to be seen or heard, noticed or bothered.  No-one comes upon their house often enough to realize that it is the same family living there.  They won't even need to stay away very long, maybe a decade or so, if even that long.

They already have a house set up for themselves in Pittsburg.  It is a big difference from the seclusion they just came from, but at the same time, a big enough city to where no one should notice their oddness.  This cracks me up because we are planning on heading to my parent's house in Chicago for the very same reason.  A big city with enough overcast days to keep us happy.  Of course, we could have picked a place with less sun, but the convenience of a house was there.  It will be nice to go back to the place where I grew up also.  I wonder if I will even remember it.  It has been so long, and my human memories are very fuzzy.  I haven't tried to remember much from my human life in a very long time.

Anyway, we are all heading to our new respective homes now.  We will be checking in with each other and making sure things go smoothly for a while.  Hopefully nothing comes of this ordeal.  The police should go to an empty house and find nothing.  We wiped the house completely clean before we left.  All of us lived long before fingerprinting existed anyways, but better safe than sorry.  We don't want to start a record for ourselves now.  If the Denalis hadn't been so attached to the house we probably would have burned it to the ground.  One can never cover their tracks too well.  Emotion can be inconvenient, but I understand.  I still wish we could return to Forks, Washington already.

Oh well.  I will be back later when we get to Chicago and have more to write about.  For now, I had better take my turn driving before I drive myself crazy with boredom.
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