🅣🅗🅔 🅞🅣🅗🅔🅡 🅒🅛🅐🅝- 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

"I'm seriously going to kill that guy." Celeste groaned after finally getting into Vince's car. Ever since he'd known the girl it was obvious she'd be quick to get upset over anything meaningless and insignificant. If those humans hadn't been there, she would have tackled Emmett and of course Vince wouldn't have stopped her.

The ride was quiet. The sound of the birds chirping along the road and the wind blowing made a pleasant combination. The dark green foliage of the trees shrouded the forests of Forks and its mysteries. For Vince, it was by far his favourite place where they had moved so far. This was the first time they had moved to Forks, and for good reason.

The black car pulled up in front of a huge dark, modern-looking mansion that already had a Mercedes and now Florian's car next to it. The house was far away from the others and surrounded by a huge green forest. The chirping of birds could be heard even louder now. A soothing feeling flowed through your body as the pleasant breeze hit your face. But what Vince liked most about this small town was that there was never a murmur of noise, no annoying and unnecessary clatter.

The three of them made their way to the huge front door and entered through it. Their coats were taken off and hung up, the house was tidy. The ground was cleared, clothes hung up, you couldn't find a speck of dust if you looked.

"Oh! You guys are finally home!" Their father hopped out of nowhere. The man was much taller than either of the boys, with a hunched figure that could easily be mistaken for a bear. And his black hair was perfectly and carefully coiffed. He wore an elegant suit which accentuated his muscular upper body.His features were very similar to those of the two boys, so that they were believed when they were said to be his biological children. (Celeste and Florian already looked alike since they were acually twins)

"Father. How was your day?" the blond boy asked as he walked towards the living room.

"Don't ask." He said with a disgusted look on his face. Donovan worked as mayor of the town. Now, how do you suppose how he got that job if he'd just moved here?

The man couldn't just manipulate people with his looks, he could manipulate them with his actions. He could make anyone do something they'd never do in a heartbeat. It was his gift.

"So, anything exciting happen to you?" He asked the young people inquiringly.

"Nope. They wouldn't let me kick one of the Cullen kids in the balls." Said the girl, still grimacing. 'Sure, but if we'd let her, we'd be burning bodies right now ' Vince thought to himself.

"Too bad." He raised his eyebrows and took off the suit he'd put on his arm to keep it on. "But just avoid them and their drama. You know, if we want to gain their trust, we shouldn't be in constant conflict with their lousy little mongrels." As much as he hated the family, this was important to him, he had a mission to do and he couldn't afford to make little mistakes like this. They nodded and waited for the signal to go to their rooms. Their father immediately nodded.

So they started their short journey up the stairs to the second floor. As much as they didn't want to accept it, they had to agree with him, for all three of them were afraid of the man and knew they couldn't beat him even with three times as many of them.

Vince went into his room and took out his notebook with some brushes and paint, water, pencil, eraser and stared at the blank page without a word. This went on for a while, waiting and waiting. Finally he started to draw something, but even he didn't know what. Maybe he didn't know what he was doing, but that didn't stop him from continuing to drag the graphite on the page. In the meantime, with a flick of his wrist, he started the record player, which immediately began spinning the disc it contained.

After about 10 minutes, the boy raised his hand to look at the result.

Alice Cullen

He just sat and stared at the drawing. Even on this one, she looked wonderful. But the picture wasn't drawn from the front, it was drawn from the side. More precisely, from the art class, her eyes rested on the paper in front of her and the drawing was showing her side profile. He was so preoccupied that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching his room. Florian, as usual, opened the door without knocking, at which Vince, who was sitting in the room, snapped the notebook shut with lightning speed.

"Turn that shi- what are you doing?" he looked wonderingly at his brother.

"No..nothing." Vince got up from his chair and tried to cover the notebook. Florian started to look around to see it but to no avail. Finally, Vince used his telekinesis to flick it behind his back.

"Just turn that thing you call music off you weirdo." Rolling his eyes, the blonde walked out of the dark room.

 Vince put the black notebook back in his hand, turned off the music and sat down in his armchair. He still didn't understand his feelings for Alice. He looked around the room. The room, painted dark green, was a mess. He wasn't a big fan of cleaning, mostly just throwing stuff in the closet. Unlike him, Florian is a huge neat freak, sometimes when the room looks unbearable he tidies it himself. A few plants in the corner and the walls were covered with guitars or posters of guitarists and fencers. But not the electric kind, the classical kind. Vincent enjoyed playing guitar when he was human and hasn't stopped since. There were even some sheet music lying on the floor. But there were no guitars and posters covering the whole wall. Above the desk was a huge crest. It was the Hawthorne crest. He'd painted it on the wall when they moved here.

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Author's note:

Hate this one sm.

I need to see my girl Alice more