Twilight Breaking Dawn: Explore of the Vampires

2. Her Gift

Bella: You can channel the gifts of other vampires?

ORLA looks up awkwardly. Kissing RENESMEE on the cheek, she stands up. EDWARD gestures for RENESMEE; she crosses and he picks her up.

Orla: Like Edward said, it's in theory. My experience is limited but...I'm pretty sure.

Kate: How?

Orla: Through touch. I think it's like mimicry.

Tanya: Once you've touched someone, you can use that gift as you please?

Orla: No, although that would be awesome. It's just while contact is being made.

KATE pulls a face, mildly impressed.

Kate: Shall we try it?

Edward: Kate...

Kate: C'mon. Any volunteers?

Orla: What is it you do exactly?

KATE points her finger, ORLA moving her palm to it. There is protest from the vampires all around her but it's too late. ORLA is shocked, her body convulsing, and falls to the ground in pain. When she has caught her breath back.

Holy moly macaroni...that is...that is powerful.

Kate: Okay, so your turn.

ORLA stands up and takes a deep breath. She places her hand on KATE's arm and concentrates. Her finger starts to spurt electricity. Others are impressed. ORLA gestures her finger towards KATE, as if she might use KATE's power on KATE herself. KATE is cynical, huffing out a laugh. 

 I doubt that'll work. 

Orla: Will you be mad if I try?

Kate: No, because –

ORLA touches KATE lightly. KATE falls to her knees in shock. ORLA feels instantly bad.

Orla: Christ on a bike. Kate? I'm sorry, I didn't think it would work...

EDWARD stifles a laugh. KATE' s family grimace. ORLA holds out her hand to help KATE up and KATE shocks her.

Tanya: Katarina! That wasn't nice.

Kate: She shocked me!

Carmen: A taste of your own medicine, then.

They chuckle softly. KATE crosses her arms grumpily. ORLA is apologetic. ELEAZAR offers ORLA a hand, which she takes. He watches her intently as she takes in the room.

Orla: Woah. You can sense gifts in other people? Cool.

She turns to look at EDWARD.

          The gifts have different colours?

Eleazar: I'd never really thought...but I suppose. So that I might be able to tell them apart.

ORLA lets go.

Orla: What colour is mine?

ELEAZAR considers her.

Eleazar: Hmm...the colour, as you put it...muddy brown.

ORLA is surprised, doing her best not to be offended.

Orla: Oh. Awesome. Thank you. For that. 

Eleazar: Perhaps because your gift could be used both defensively and offensively.

Orla: Okay, but you could've said "chocolate" brown. "Chestnut" brown. But, no. Mud. 

Jacob: He could've said "poop" brown.

JACOB laughs at his own joke, only RENESMEE deigning to smile at such low-brow humour.