After watching her 89 year old mother die from afar, being around human beings becomes too hard to bear for Luna Wilson. And her pseudo-brother/housemate, Edward, managed to get himself involved with a human who had the same big brown eyes at her la...
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RUNNING FROM FORKS TO Denali was a pleasant experience. Luna, despite having been a vampire for a few decades already, had never really ran this far of a distance yet. Most of the time, she preferred to fly, or even drive. She supposed that running was faster, but there was something so simple and nice about traveling in a traditional way.
Luna did like her vampirism. One of Carlisle's "children", Rosalie, absolutely hated who– or rather what– she became, spending every day bitter due to her nature. Luna respected that, but she enjoyed what she was. She never yearned for children the way that Rosalie did. She never yearned to get married and grow old with her lover. It was more thrilling, to her, to live forever with the one that she loved.
Regardless, there were some more mundane things she enjoyed, however much the Cullens teased her for it. Either way, here she was, running through the lush green of Forks, to the icy white of Denali, Alaska.
Carlisle had called Tanya, letting her know when Luna would be coming, so she didn't have to worry about ambushing the poor coven. First impressions were important to her, and if she was to be living with this family for some time, she wanted to make the best impression on them as possible.
Generally, Luna liked to dress up for herself. She liked wearing makeup and wearing girly, glittery, lacy outfits. But today, she went for something simple – a black cropped t-shirt that said 'BRAZIL' in big yellow letters, with the Brazilian flag underneath, and some black denim shorts.
In that moment, she was happy for her vampirism; if she was human, she would have gotten hypothermia from the outfit she was wearing and she would have certainly fell and broke her neck, considering she was in white platform heeled boots and walking on ice and rocks wasn't easy.
Once she was more comfortable with the Denalis would she dress like her usual self. She didn't want to overwhelm them with her out-there sense of fashion right off the bat. First impressions, of course. She didn't want to seem cocky or shallow.
When she arrived in Denali and slowed when she was ten feet away from the house, she grew a little nervous. She was lucky her heart no longer beat and she could no longer sweat. Her vampire life had been spent with the Cullens; she'd never lived with another family besides them. And while she knew the Denalis were good people, she couldn't help her nerves.
Slowly, she took featherlight steps to the front door, her feet crunching in the snow with every step she took. She climbed the three steps, reaching the top of the porch. She lifted one hand, curling it into a fist, and knocked faintly on the front door.
Seconds later, a woman almost half a foot taller than Luna without heels (which, granted, wasn't impressive, as Luna was just barely five-feet-tall) with thick, pale blonde curly hair opened the door. She had a small, welcoming smile on her angelic face. To Luna, she looked almost like a fairy. The only thing she was missing was the glittering, sheer wings attached to her back.
