Bound || A Twilight Fanfic

Chapter 8

Forks, Washington was everything Rosalie had thought she would hate from a town as a human. It was quiet, secluded, and a place where things seemed to stay stuck in time. There was no novelty or grandeur. A small town, after all.

The girl didn't have much interest in the town. Then again, she hadn't had much interest in any town since she had left Rochester. Sure, Tennessee had gifted her with Emmett, but the town was never what interested her. Once she had left her home, there was nothing that could pique her interest quite like the life she had left behind.

Still, she didn't mind a small town anymore. Especially for the being she was now and the opulent grandeur the Cullens seemed to always live in. Surrounded by trees and winding down a lonely road, their new home came into view. Gravel crackled under their cars, announcing their arrival to whatever was out there.

The house was a beautiful Victorian build, with a wrap-around porch and high ceilings. It was an architectural marvel and the perfect place for the family to hide out in. They were surely not going to encounter any problems.

Surely.

However, only a month into living in the new town, they encountered neighbors they had never expected to meet. Much less while they fed on a herd of deer.

"We're not alone," Edward called out, his gaze set deep into the woods. "There's someone there."

"Other vampires, perhaps?" Carlisle questioned. "I heard there were a few nomads canvassing the area."

"No. Not vampires," he grimaced. "Something else. Much different."

The family rushed cautiously deeper into the forest, Edward taking the lead as he followed the intruders' thoughts.

Their smell hit them first—a mixture of wet dog, fresh-turned dirt, and soot. It made them all turn their noses, wishing their halted breath stopped their scent from traveling through their nostrils.

Then, three massive wolves broke through the woods. Their teeth were bared, and their claws dug into the dirt in preparation for a fight. But their presence wasn't as intimidating as much as it was surprising. From what Carlisle had told the family, the Volturi had killed all of the Children of the Moon. Yet, right before them stood what appeared to be three of them.

"We mean you no harm," Carlisle said as he stepped in front of the family protectively. "My family and I have recently bought a house a few miles off the town of Forks. We didn't know there were Children of the Moon here."

The dark brown wolf that stood in front growled in response, its mouth slobbering with rage. On any other occasion, the vampires would have fought the animals and more than likely come out victorious. But their coven had an advantage that none other did. And it came in the form of a six-two egotistical mind-reading vampire.

"They say they're not children of the moon," Edward recited. "And that our kind is not welcome in their land. No dead walkers have survived them."

"I assure you we are like no other vampires you may have encountered before," Carlisle continued. "We mean no harm to humans, for we do not need of their blood to survive. We exclusively feed off animal blood."

"They say they can't trust you simply off your word. Especially when they don't even know your name."

"My apologies," the older vampire smiled. "I am Carlisle. The boy translating for us is Edward. This is my wife, Esme, and the newest additions to the family, Rosalie and Emmett."

"From left to right, Levi Uley, Ephraim Black, and Quil Ateara II," Edward said. "They say they are shapeshifters tasked with protecting the land from any and all enemies. Like us."