Clara Cullen was extraordinary. Reborn into the hands of an evil vampire who plays cat and mouse and rejusting to life with the Cullen's is tough. The weight of being one of the most powerful vampires on earth is even more tough. But than she meets...
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"SORRY I DONT KNOW HOW
SORRY THERE'S NO WAY OUT."
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"But I could get an upper hand because if you think about it... I'm an older newborn vampire right? I may have the mindset of one of them but I've lived longer." Emmett stubbornly stated. His large muscular arms crossing in a manner full of attitude.
Jasper sighed, his only thought was d u m b. And yeah Clara could agree with that. That was dumb. He was a dumb baby vampire, his words not hers.
The argument Emmett was trying to have, (although no one was arguing with him) was that Emmett fighting style was similar to a newborn vampire. No training, very brute and tough. Not much thought went into the moves, and in his head. And that was why Jasper was using Emmett as an example for a meeting with the wolves. Emmett felt important, and that was ok.
A few weeks had gone by, and now an army of newborn vampires were after Bella and no one knew why. Bella just had the worst luck apparently. Clara holed herself up in the house. Trying to think. Nothing had come to her yet. But she would fix everything, she would die trying.
But now, here they were. Ready to train and prepare for the army to come. The wolves sat on their side of the border, watching the Cullen's sprawl. They wouldn't take part in the practice, but they could still learn. And hopefully gain a small amount of trust in order to fight along side eachother.
Emmett grabbed Clara's hand, dragging her to the center. He grinned with glee, he really thought he would beat her. The redhead almost felt bad for a moment, she would bruise his poor ego.
"Clara has quite the advantage, more so than the rest of us. She can do everything we can do, read minds, see what is to come and much more. We call her the borrower, she is the borrower of gifts." Carlisle said warmly.
Clara felt so many eyes on her, but she stood still. Listening, Emmett's brain was like eating ADHD, overwhelming and frusterating. He took a run at her, trying to take her by surprise. But she knew the moment he decided to take the first step. She stepped off to the side, his body bumbling past her. She turned around and give him a shove knocking him into the dirt. He got up and swung, but she ducked. Every move he made, she deflected or dodged. He hadn't touched her yet. And he wouldn't.
"Every time you touch me, I get an even clearer picture of what you're doing." Clara whispered, kicking Emmett away once again. "You're making this harder for yourself- think outside of the box."
"Out- box- yeah." Emmett yelled, turning around and heading for the tree's. He seated his feet and grabbed the base of large tree. He was going to pull it out. He was going to use it as a weapon so they didn't make any body contact. That actually wasn't such a bad move. Emmett was thinking about how he would use it like a baseball bat which made Clara giggle, it was a funny image.
Jasper had to cut in, poor Emmett was tired and this tree would be a goner. Clara didn't have a hair out of place.
"I think that's enough for today." Jasper said, heading back over to Alice.
The Cullen's started to head back in the direction of their home, the wolves heading back to La Push. But Clara chose to stay. She needed to see him for a moment. Just see him.
She knelt down into the grass and leaned against a tree. She felt the cold grass against her leg. It was rough and scratchy but grounding to her stone body. This was her home, this was her family and everything was ruined. It wasn't the same anymore. She was lonely in a place she shouldn't be. She was surrounded by loved ones, but the only love she needed, was gone. It was all gone. She had high hopes a few hours ago, she was going to fix Paul's memory. She had a rough plan in mind but better than nothing.
She wanted to tell him she could fix all of this. She could fix her screw up and everything would go back to normal. She thought she could still feel his presence somewhere in the thick tree's. She shut her eyes listening to his thoughts, hoping to rid herself of any anxiety and worry she had. His thoughts used to calm her.
But Paul was thinking of someone else.
She was beautiful.
She was warm, tall, dark and more importantly she was a Black. She was someone he had grown up with, he knew her. And the imprint felt right to him, it felt like a relief in his chest. It made him feel free and like the air was no longer hot and humid. She was his.
Was this even possible? Clara remembered seeing their imprint through his eyes and it was the same feeling but this felt better. It felt stronger. It felt more tangible.
It shattered her.
Than something strange happened, her mind was so wrapped in Paul that she let her guard down. Her mind started to fizzle and waver, she was remembering something. A memory that didn't feel real, this didn't feel familiar.
She was in a field of daisy, it was sunny and warm. She was wearing a lilac colored dress, one that was long. She was walking through the daisy's and he gave her a warm embrace. She shut her eyes with content, a grin set on her face.
She was home.
She turned around expecting to see her love, to see her Paul. To see the relief in his dark eyes when he finally found her again. But she was met with crimson red eyes.
Survival mode set in.
Those weren't just any red eyes.
"Clara, I've searched the world for you." He whispered, it was menacing. She couldn't help but cower away from his gaze. "I've missed you."
"Charles." she muttered coldly. His thoughts were disgusting, the things he had done were appalling.
"I wasn't expecting you to be in this gloomy town."
Clara started to circle him, she needed to kill him. He would destroy everything here. She ran towards him, grabbing his arm and twisting it. He flung her back with ease, a laugh escaping his lips. She attempted to latch onto his torso, she needed to grab his hair. Detach his head. He grabbed her shoulder and flipped her small frame off of him, her body hit the ground. She felt the ground shift under her.
He stood over her, his red eyes never faltering from her. His smile was terrifying. His large hands grabbed her firey red hair, she could hear her neck cracking. She was going to die.
"Hey- Clara?" Edward whispered bringing her back to existence. Her eyes swung open, her senses still fuzzy. "Its been hours-"
Charles had infiltrated her mind and implanted a 'memory'. He was giving her a message. It was clear. He was nearby and he was going to kill her.
