Chapter 4 - Well, There Goes the School Report

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Jackson bought a house in Forks, Washington. It's a blue 2-story house with a small wrap around porch. Windows all along the side, a white front door with a screen in front. The weather is the complete opposite of Texas with gray looming clouds that threaten to rain. Everything here is green, everything back on the ranch is brown. Big difference in, well everything.

Everyone steps out the red Mustang. Simba eagerly hops out and starts to sniff around. "How can you afford this?" Anna questions.

"When you have lived as long as I have, you start to invest in banks," Jackson smirks.

She playfully rolls her eyes with a smile on her face, "I should've known."

"Come on Belle! Hurry up!" The small brunette boy yells out, running up towards the house, leaving all the bags with his sister and vampire.

"Hey! At least help with the bags!" She calls out, but it's no use. The 13-year-old is already running rampant in the house. She looks down the street to see a white house with a police car and old rusty red truck in the driveway.

'1963 Chevy Pickup,' She notes.

Jackson picks up all the luggage as if it weighs nothing, which in reality it actually does as he has super strength on his side.  Annabelle rolls her eyes as he smirks at the girl. She picks up the discarded dog leash and some snack leftovers and step inside the blue house.

The house itself is quite barren with a dining table and chairs, a leather couch and coffee table. The stairs are off to the side, leading up to the 3 bedrooms.

She lugs up all her bags and drops them on the floor of one of the bedrooms. Itself is also very bland with a bed, desk, and chair as the only thing in there.

Could use some sprucing up.

She puts the cowboy hat on the desk and sadly smiles at it. She remembers taking it and wearing it around the house just like her Dad did.

Those thoughts leave her mind when a knock sounds on the door.

Jackson goes to answer the door and sees a brown-haired man with a moustache and police uniform on and a pale brunette teenage girl with him.

"Hi, I'm Charlie Swan and this is my daughter Bella. We just saw you move in and wanted to introduce ourselves," The police officer shyly smiles and stick his hand out for a shake.

"Pleasure, I am Jackson. Please, come in. Annabelle! Christian! Come down here please," The dark-skinned vampire shakes his hand and yells out.

The first thing the father-daughter duo notices is the ethereal glow coming off the man, along with his golden eyes that seem to stand out from his skin. The African accent coming out of his mouth sounds so musical to their ears.

Sounds of 2 pairs of feet break them out of their thoughts and they see a younger boy with brown hair and brown eyes with a goofy smile on him and standing behind him is an older looking girl with long blonde wavy hair, hazel eyes with flecks of gold and the same ethereal glow only dimmer.

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