Katherine Cullen was not one to be lied to. She may not be very old, unlike her 'siblings'. She's the newborn of the family, under the rule of not only the Volturi but mostly the wolf pack where she becomes family. After all, she's an imprint. They...
They appear from the treeline and we all step a few feet forward, united. Edward apologizes to Bella, "I shouldn't have brought you here. I'm so sorry.".
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"What?" Bella's obviously confused. He starts to walk to the back of the group.
"Just stand behind me." He tells her and they take their places behind the rest of us. The trio of nomads start to make their way across the field.
A man with long blonde hair contained in a pony tail is on the left. He has a violent demeanor, it practically radiates from him. He has a jean jacket, I can spot the cord of a necklace under it, but his bright red eyes stand out against his light figure.
A black man with long dreaded hair that has a beautiful black hair that seems as dark as night, his red eyes practically pop out from his dark face. He's wearing a light brown leather jacket but no shirt, showing off his quite pronounced abs.
To his left is a women with red curly hair. She has light, almost white skin with freckles across her nose, high-arched eyebrows, her skin blends in out with her dirty white fur coat.
The middle man holds up our baseball, "I believe this is yours." and tosses it to Carlisle, dangerously close to his face. Carlisle catches it instantly and gives a small grateful smile. It's obviously all for show.
He nods his head towards the man, "Thank you." And his arm drops back down to his side, still holding the ball.
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I shift, feeling uneasy, the blonde man and the woman seem very unfriendly as the blonde holds a constant glare and as she smirks, analyzing us all.
"I am Laurent." He pauses, his accent sounds familiar, but he continues before I can recognize it fully "This is Victoria-" he tilts his head in her direction, "and James.". James holds his violent stare. His head slowly tilting to the left. He knows something's off.
Carlisle breaks the quick silence, "I am Carlisle and this is my family." he nods his head, glancing at all of us behind him. Carlisle is the leader and protector of the family. He knows these people are no good.
