chapter 15 : I think awkward is the word (Olivia's pov)
While on our way back home, Alice had a vision and stopped on the side of the road so we could discuss it.
”Their seems to be someone waiting for us at home.”
Of course, the moment she said that, Michael was looking for her vision in her mind, and grandpa was listening in.
”I've never seen this guy before, have you?”Was Grandpa's first question.
”No, but he didn't seem hostile. I mean my vision wasn't particularly long, so it's hard to say for sure. And anyway he'd have to be crazy to show outright hostility when confronted with that many vampires, but really the dominant impression was surprise.”
”he probably picked up the vampire smell near the house and figured he'd make new acquaintances, and I'm sure his surprise has to do with the unexpected color of our eyes. So let's be on our best behavior if you please children.” Carlisle said with a pretend patronizing look on his face.
”Yes sir!” We all chorused as one in a mock imitation of an obedient family from the 19th century.
Then we were back on our way home. It took us a couple of hours, we had Carlisle, Esmee, grandpa and grandma in the first car, since they are the more 'diplomatic' ones it seemed fitting, then the rest of the regular vampires, and finally us, the Black family, the icing on the cake if you will. What we walked in on was very much like a staring contest; let me tell you with vampires there's just no end to that stupid game, but you can count on my dad to break the ice with the subtlety of a sledge hammer.
”Oh great, we got ourselves a new batch of statues. Where do you think we should put them honey?” And then it was just a bunch of people speaking at the same time, I can't be positive about who said what.
”What the hell was that?”
”Man if I had anything to throw up I certainly would have.”
”What happened guys? You looked like you were gonna be sick.”
”Why can you look at me? Oh my god your eyes! it was true then! please don't kill me.”
And then our resident control freak, yes that's my grandfather for you, took over.
”Kill you? Why would we want to kill you? No wait first things first, what just happened to us?”
”Well I don't really like to discuss this with strangers, but it doesn't look like I have a choice, do I?”
”We won't hurt you, we promise. But we need to know who we're dealing with, so I guess no, you don't really have a choice.”
”It's a thing I can do, I can make it physically uncomfortable for people to look at me. If I really put my mind to it I can even make people forget I'm here, it comes in handy when I'm in a dangerous situation, which I thought was the case. I'm still not sure it's not, but it doesn't matter now does it, since you don't seem to have any problem looking at me.”
”Why do you think we would want to kill you? I mean, you seem to know something about our eyes, so surely you know we're peaceful.”
”Peaceful? really? All I know about yellow eyed vampires, is that when I was created, about 28 years ago I think, there were about twenty something other newborns with me. And they were sent after a coven of yellow eyes who were apparently threatening our territory. I decided not to go, because I didn't really trust our leader. I had a friend among these 20, she didn't want to go either, but she had to find her mate,so she went anyway, and then she was supposed to meet up with me. I never heard from her since that day. So excuse me if I have some doubts about your peacefulness, but you'd have to be pretty ruthless fighters to take down 20 newborn vampires.”
