Her Ruby Eyes

A storm brewed over the state of Washington. Trees blew harshly as rain heavily in its' green trescence of autumn. Lightning seemed to light the sky at any chance it had. Huge black bunched clouds bundled together as if it was embrace by the contents of huge arms that never wanted it to part to see the clear sky. It was 5:09 pm. A blurred figure ran through the forest in high speeds. Fluidly dodging everything in his path as he ran. His goal of running home excited him, for he will see the one person who cared for him for him. Lightning took its' time flashing in the sky as he passed through a clearing. Long tresses of sharp dark green hair flowed behind him as his semi bared feet picked up speed. Washington's forest was the biggest in United States and in its' own state it cleared more than 5,000 yards away from civilization. This state was cleared off the radar. Everyone in this state is ultimately under the protection of the one who cared for all its inhabitants. She was their protector. She was their salvation. She was their mother who cared for all her children, even if she was only 18 years old. She may rule over the state with an iron fist but she does it because she cares. She recommended the government and congress along with the president to leave Washington off limits and off anyone else's radar. Anyone who wanted to come was to travel by car, train, bus, or on foot. Never by plane.

The green haired figure made it out of the forest past a huge and the best secured prison in the U.S. It was full of inhabitants that serve a death penalty or is a criminal that is serving prison for life. Every state that had those in that category was to send them to Washington with no questions asked. About 100 yards from that was a mansion that could put any of the riches people on earth to their knees at the size. Both of the buildings were built from the bottom up by the people of Washington. There was a driveway and a road that goes in the direction of the town so anyone can visit. The garage was also something to drool on. Motorcycles, trucks, cars, and any type. of vehicle was available to you. The mansion's design was absolutely beautiful. It may be extravagant but it does have its homey feel to it. It was about 7 stories high. Each side of it was about 50 feet long in length. In width it was about 35 feet long on each side. The colors of royal blue and diamond black. The exterior, mainly the whole mansion, was blue and the windows and balconies and such were black. The front entrance was wide with double doors and an over canopy. The roof was flat for those who want to sit in peace to watch the stars and moon when it came rarely in the cloudy, rainy state of Washington. The front yard was wide and the grass cut short, the fountain of the right side of the place he called home. Perfectly cut bushes and different variety of white leaved trees and some green trees surrounded the whole outside area. The figure stopped at the double doors and shook his body, ridding himself of excess water from the storm. Making sure to wipe his feet and wriggling his green hair, he stepped inside the place he would always call home. He walked through the short hallway and stepped in the living room. His amethyst eyes glowed with the lights. The interior was more beautiful than the exterior. White marbled walls with personal and created designs imbedded in. The ceiling of the room once you step in was tall, about 25 feet. The chandelier with real diamonds hung over in the center. The sanded wooden floor shined. A rug that fit two wide couches, another couch set that circled into a U shaped form around a coffee table. A 62" plasma screen TV that hung on the wall and an entertainment system that resided right under it. It was filled with pictures of different people laughing with her. Bright smiles that gave the room extra light. A antique case filled with knick-nacs and vases of good smelling flowers that comforted every one who lived here.

There was another hall after this. One that had bathrooms and a meeting room on the left. The right wall was blank with more pictures. Then two very wide stairwells on each side that led to the uppers levels that consisted of bedrooms and more bathrooms. On the right was a kitchen that a professional chef that would have an orgasm over. Any chef's wet dream. On the right was a dinning room. Past the dining room was a set of double doors that were gold and embroidered the initials of her. I and W on separate doors. He quickly opened one and slipped downstairs to where he past many members of his family. Everyone laughing and smiling with contentment and joy. With peace. There was only on hallway that was short. It also had black double doors that led to their theater room. Passing that he went into a large office that was more likely a huge library. Books where everywhere. Walls stacked with them. But he was entirely focused on the one woman who sat in the center, book in hand while the other smoothed a child's' hair down as she napped in her lap. The woman who made all of this possible. The one that would become very deadly if necessary to protect the ones she love. The woman who took him in after his mother used him and his father betrayed him. The woman that he forever call his one true mother. Isabella Marie Swan-Whitlock. Her long knee length black hair braided in a French braid tossed over her shoulder. Pale skin yet very beautiful. Small dainty hands that would forever have a mother's touch. She was only 5"4 yet very powerful and deadly. Piss her off and you might as well dig your grave. Heart shaped face, high cheekbones, small button nose, full lips and aligned beautiful red eyes and black ring outline. A figure that females would die for. Huge breasts, flat toned torso, small waist, large hips with, dare he say, a perfect ass, and long legs. Her bare feet were small as well.