Isabella Marie Swan ruined Edward Cullen in Forks Washington in 2008. Twelve years later, in Alaska, can Holly Fletcher be the brooding vampire's salvation? Or is history doomed to repeat itself once more? Holly was all things Isabella was not. Holl...
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For the most part, Holly Ann Fletcher absolutely adored her life. Truly, the seventeen-year-old beauty had few complaints, of course, her grades could be better, the absence of her mother was at times rather upsetting and the distance from her father was hard but for the most part, Holly Fletcher had been dealt a rather good hand in life. And that was the feeling that flowed through her as she peeled her floral curtains open on a particularly chilly Monday morning. Beyond the paned glass, snow tumbled in the front yard gracefully, flurrying down to cover the earth like a layer of icing.
"Holly!" a cheeky squeal pierced her ears, the words nearly incoherent on the young muffled tongue. Swishing around, Holly couldn't contain a large beam that cracked across her candy coloured lips at the sight of a little bundle of joy in her lilac painted doorway. Bonnie Fletcher had a vast amount of hair that swamped across her forehead, hiding her chocolate brown eyes beneath the curtain of curls. All that could be seen beyond the hair was a slither of tanned flesh and her starry nightgown, feet bare.
"Hiya Baby!" Holly returned, giggling violently as the five-year-old bundle barrelled toward her like the little monster she was. Grabbing beneath her arms expertly and hoisting her up, a growl escaped Holly's lips dramatically as she perched Bonnie carefully on her jutted out hip. "You're getting so big"
"Nu-uh" the girl protested, shaking her head which greatly diminished Holly's efforts to pull her large quantities of hair away from her sweet heart-shaped face.
"You are up very early, little lady" the older girl 'booped' her younger sisters nose, the younger girl laughing comically like a cartoon character as her older sister proceeded to stumble exaggeratingly under the 'weight' of the child. "Oh no!" Holly jested as the two fell onto the girl's bed, the seventeen-year-old holding Bonnie carefully in the cage of her arms as they crashed down, avoiding jostling her too greatly. Laughing together idiotically, Holly peppered smothering kisses all over the little girl's chubby cheeks as said child wriggled like a caterpillar in a bid for freedom, roaring with childish screeches.
When the laugher had died down somewhat, Bonnie rested her head carefully in the crook of her big sister's neck. Holly was the closest thing Bonnie had ever known to a mother, Ella Fletcher had died tragically in a car accident one stormy night in December of the year that Bonnie was born. Even though she was only twelve at the time, Holly quickly stepped into the role that the chubby baby needed most. Their father was away almost constantly and they were left under the mercy of their partially senile Grandmother. But it was okay because it was what they had grown used to and what they adored. The Fletcher family knew that family was important, above all else.
"I'm going to get dressed, and then it's your turn Bambi" Holly smiled affectionately at the small child who was too busy yawning plumply to care what words were coming from her sister's mouth. Lifting her carefully up the bed and pulling the comforter into place, Holly couldn't help but smile adoringly at the little angel beneath her purple bedsheets as she took her leave to prepare for the day ahead.
Washing quickly with her blackberry shower gel, Holly was ready in no time, dressing in slightly loose blue jeans that were shredded artfully at the knee, her favourite pair of black Converse sneakers and an oversized emerald hoodie. Her hair bounced around casually in its usual too-perfect natural dirty blonde curls. She was blessed with having hair that did as it was told. Proceeding back across the landing, she passed a yawning Toby.
Tobias Fletcher was an eight-year-old introvert who at this current time, was yawning in his mustard coloured dressing gown and slippers, pushing his round glasses further up his button nose. The boy was absolutely adorable, very shy around people he didn't know which differed largely from his two sisters and far too smart for an eight-year-old.
"Come on Tobes, we have to go soon" Holly ushered as she passed him. Their house was incredibly big, thanks to their parents respected job roles and there were three bathrooms which they appreciated when they were getting ready for a day out. Back in Holly's bedroom, Bonnie continued to sleep peacefully despite the light shining in through the open curtains. Holly felt practically criminal having to wake her up but they were running out of time now and she did so hastily, the little girl being unamused by the wake-up call despite being bright-eyed only a few moments previously.
"Come on Kiddo, uptime" she prompted and Bonnie slouched out of the bedsheets and across the room to the doorway. Her bedroom was a few doors down and she entered her own little fairytale paradise with a broody expression as Toby finally entered one of the bathrooms. As much as Holly adored them... The two young Fletchers really could be irritating when they wanted to.
"Good morning Granny" Holly called as she entered the large bright kitchen. Her hair-brained grandmother stood at the countertop with a teacup in hand as she browsed through the morning newspaper.
"Oh my Lord, Bonnie! When did you get so big?" her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she assessed her seventeen year old granddaughters face. Upon seeing the concerned look on Holly's face, she beamed cheekily, winking one watery blue eye. "I'm not that far gone yet, Holly Dear." she chuckled, finding her own joke far too funny as Holly rolled her eyes, unamused. Just like every day, Rowena Fletcher wore her straw hat upon her head, woven with false flowers despite the snow that fell passed the window carefully.
"Can I have waffles?" Toby wondered as he hopped onto one of the barstools, staring intensely at his sister as if his stern gaze would convince her without a doubt.
"Sure, whatever" Holly didn't have the strength to argue today. Toby and Bonnie demanded waffles every morning, of course, Holly didn't always give in to their demands. The older girl assumed that their love for waffles came from their father, Tyrion took his children to the nearest dessert house every time he was in town and he purchased them each the biggest portion of waffles on the menu, topped with whatever they desired.
Speaking of Bonnie, the girl slouched in shortly after her brother, dressed sloppily with her hair still pointing in all directions, her hairbrush in her fist. Granny Fletcher tsked disapprovingly as the state of her and got to work fixing her up quickly. In her elderly state, Rowena moved like the tinman, seemingly creaking with each movement but Bonnie seemed used to her grandmother's elderly touch as she held her arms out helpfully.
"Waffles" the girl beamed when she spotted what Holly was making, climbing like a monkey onto the stool beside her brother, hair still wild.
"Let me do your hair first" Holly scoffed, brushing her sister's hair furiously but Bonnie was unphased by the strength behind the movement. Her hair required rather a lot of struggle to clasp it in a scrunchie so Holly opted for two pretty dutch braids, dotting them with ruby coloured butterfly clips. She took perhaps far too long doing her baby sisters hair which forced Rowena to take over waffle making duties... She was rather unimpressed.
