Porcelain

VI

I felt my light body being dropped in fresh water. Immidietaly I sighed in content. The burning sensation had ceased. Thank goodness Edward was a mind reader or else I would be dead at the moment. And I was not in the right situation to go around dying. I had duties, I had people to protect . . . I reminded myself to thank Edward for saving my life. I felt my body begin to glow its immortal light. My name was not Luminista for a random reason. Absent mindedly I swam around the bottom of the pond, aware of the sharp eyes watching me. They couldn't see my face but I was well aware they were following my light. Slowly I shed my white cloak and my clothing items only except my bottom. It looked like what mortal girls would call a bikini bottom, but mine was not as revealing for it had a white sheer slit fabric the clung to one half of my thigh. I gulped knowing what was to come. I had to reveal myself to Jacob and as well to his pack. I then rolled my eyes lazily knowing I would have to explain a lot . . . I was not a fan of talking much.

My slim body danced through the jagged rocks on the bottom of the pond. Floating on my back I noted the crescent moon. My eyes glowed softly and I felt the familiar pain that came with the shift that my people endured. My hunchback was no more and my burden was free. In the reflections of a crystal rock I fixed my adorned silver circlet and belly necklace that hung from my neck and rested slightly loose on my thighs, I then fixed my one thick silver hoop earing then my many silver bangles. As you could see I had a slight obsession with silver, my kind were attracted to shiny objects. I was only fixing myself to relieve my nerves. Jacob was becoming impatient, I could feel it. Slowly I sighed and entered the shallow part of the pond. I fixed my long thick dark hair to cover my breasts since my clothes were torn in the transformation. Then with all my courage I emerged from the water. They turned their faces away from the blinding light I created but as the light dimmed I received shocked and dumbounded faces from everyone.

Was it possible that someone like her can even exist. I thought that by the way she acted she would be physically deformed. I didn't expect her to be so . . . so . . . I couldn't explain . . . Their was no word to describe her. She was past beautiful, past gorgeous, cheesy pick up lines weren't even close to her level. She was beyond perfect, not even a model could stand being so close to her without causing harm to herself. Finally one word popped into my mind. A goddess.
My eyes basically raped her as her light dimmed and she stepped out of the water. She was tall for a girl, Leah's height at 5'9 perhaps. She was statuesque to no end, voluptuous, full figured - I couldn't find enough words to describe her heavenly figure. A body better than that leech - Rosalie's, even a beauty, I admit to say, like her would be envious. Rosalie was fine knowing Resenemee was better looking than her, but damn she surpassed Nessie by miles. In fact she made her look completely plain. I heard a growl from Edward, but I knew he knew it was true too. The girl in front of us couldn't be real, she had to be imaginary. I stared at her like she was some sort of mirage about to disappear. But before she could I memorized her face, full red lips. Tiny and puckered as she awaited us. A small pert nose that was tall. And her eyes, why had she been hiding them behind those slits. Her eyes were larger than I imagined. They did take up a good amount of her face but added to her mysterious beauty. They were almond like framed with thick long lashed that brushed her cheeks. Her perfect arched eyebrows raised. I then as I suspected looked at her hair, I was right it was beautiful. It was full, healthy with a magical shine. I then noticed its small streaks of white. On any other girl I would question what she was thinking, but on her it seem right, perfect and almost natural. After inspecting her abs, long legs my eyes slowly went to her chest. I hadn't noticed she was half naked because her thick hair covered her nipples, but it didn't stop from showing her fullness. I growled to the guys who were staring at her intrigued. Getting the memo that slowly slid their eyes away, but still took glances. It was hard not to stare at her, was that why she hid herself? I then took the markings on her body, the crescent moon she did bear - Luna she said she was also called. My eyes slid to her open palms, large eyes - eyes that I had seen many times in the Egyptian section of the museum stared back. It looked like a tattoo but with closer inspection it was her skin, every mark on her body - a birthmark. Including the tiny star the rested on her pale russet cheek.