Quinn O'Connell was the pretty girl in pink, the homecoming queen and all-around straight-A student. Most people saw her as uptight, narcissistic but most importantly... They saw her as a control freak with her perfect blonde hair and patronising sm...
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Quinn O'Connell cringed, pain rippling through the back of her head as her eyes peeled open, coming face to face with a perfectly painted ceiling that she had never seen before. A beautiful sweet peach scent surrounded her and she sighed, pushing back the covers, resisting the urge to beam brilliantly at the knowledge that it wasn't all a dream, she really had been whisked away in the night to life with the Cullens.
"Finally" Quinn cringed at the loudness of the voice and peaked passed the grey comforter to see Alice grinning at her manically like a Cheshire cat. "We've been waiting for hours!"
"Yes, well, humans have to sleep Alice" the voice of Rosalie clipped in and Quinn's powder blue eyes scanned the room to find Rosalie sat in a seat in the corner, staring at her nails. However, the blonde vampire smiled at her when she felt her stare.
"Come on Quinn, time to get up! We're giving you a Cullen makeover" Alice was bouncing on her feet and the human sighed tiredly. "You slept until twelve already Quinn" she pouted.
"Oh, no. What about school?" Quinn was suddenly very panicked, she had never missed a day of school in her life and now here she was, skipping.
"Oh, don't worry about that, you have a doctors note" Rosalie winked and stood up. "Now, don't you want to get all dolled up for Carlisle?" she smirked and Quinn frowned.
"Is he here?"
"No, he's at work. The boys are off hunting and Esme is downstairs. So the ladies have the house to themselves and they are going to utilise it." Alice started talking loudly, continually. It was a good thing that vampires didn't need to breathe. "Carlisle's given us his wallet so we can buy whatever we want!"
"Oh no, you can't go crazy" Quinn was panicking now.
"Quinn, you've been asleep for half the day... What do you think we've been doing?" Rosalie giggled, sat on the end of the bed now as she gestured around the room at hundreds of bags scattered around from dozens of high brand stores. Groaning, Quinn flopped back into the bed, it was going to be a long day but she couldn't find anything but happiness for it in her heart. This all distracted her from the thoughts whirling around in her head.
Quinn O'Connell knew that she was truly in for a long day, but she couldn't bring herself to feel negative about it.
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When Carlisle Cullen finally returned home in the evening from his shift at the hospital, a smile unwittingly stretched across his perfect lips, music streamed out through the open windows of the house, many of the lights turned on but he needn't worry about the electricity bill as he entered the house. The main room was empty safe for Esme, the matriarch sat on one of the couches, sketching but her brow was crinkled which clearly showed that she wasn't as calm as her exterior gave off, the music was irking her. That just amused Carlisle further.
"Emmett! The chicken's burning" Alice's voice was a high pitched squeal as usual and it was followed by a clattering sound.
"Emmett, that's what the glove is for" It was Quinn, giggling away as if watching the funniest thing and it warmed his heart to hear. Entering the kitchen, he found an absolute mess. Quinn and Rosalie sat side by side looking like beautiful blonde twins at the bar stools. Jasper and Edward were pondering over the many cookbooks while Emmett and Alice were fighting over an oven tray, chicken perched atop, oil still sizzling from the heat.
"Carlisle" Jasper sighed in relief and walked off, tapping the cookbook into the doctor's hands as he left. The major ran his pale hands through his golden locks as he passed and Alice pouted from behind him before dancing away to follow.
"What do I do with it?" Emmett questioned, holding up the chicken in his hands and Rosalie shrugged, to which the bulky vampire tossed the entire thing into the bubbly water of the sink and stormed off, patting Quinn on the head like a dog as he passed.
"I recommend takeout Quinn" Rosalie giggled and handed her a leaflet before she left, like everyone else before her. The second Carlisle arrived, everyone left.
"They're just giving you some space Quinn" Edward assured and she frowned over at him, throwing the kitchen towel at his smug face. He just beamed as he caught it easily.
"Stop reading my mind"
"Stop thinking so loudly" he scoffed as he slowly began to clear the mess away.
"Eventful day then" Carlisle chuckled as he joined Edward in tidying. Alice and Rosalie had dedicated the entire day to 're-inventing' Quinn and she now had an entirely new wardrobe. Rosalie- as if knowing and understanding Quinn's desire for control- allowed her to choose most of the clothes herself.
"I'm tired" Quinn pouted and lay her head softly on the countertop, the cool marble kissing her skin and for a moment, she was at peace, listening to the soft clattering of Edward and Carlisle. In the next moment, the world seemed to spin away around her, leaving her nauseated.
"Quinny?" she knew that he wasn't far behind her so she powered her legs to run faster. This was his favourite game because monsters always loved the chase. It didn't matter how far or fast she ran, there was no escaping him and the gentle clattering of his expensive shoes as they clicked rhythmically on the marble floor of the entrance hall. He was catching up, and she was going to be caught.
Fate and destiny were against her as she slipped forward, her hands bracing her fall and pain rocketed up her arms from the sudden force, bitter hard of the floor stinging her hands and she knew she had lost whatever lead she had on him. A hand forced her down agonisingly and a soft whimper left her lips as she tilted her face so her cheek smashed into the floor rather than her nose. Jensen Hargreaves had won again.
"Quinn? Quinn... Listen to me. You're okay" a voice was calling her from the memory and she wanted desperately to run to it, to grasp at the garden angel that was reaching for her. Still, all her vision could see was the highly polished shine of the entrance hall. "You're okay... I've got you" it was a soft promise but the feel of soft fingertips taking her chin and angling it to face a certain direction brought her back gently. In the next moment, her vision of the Hargreaves entrance hall drifted and instead, she came face to face with Carlisle Cullen.
He had one arm wrapped around her softly, his other hand holding her chin softly and her dribbling tears fell and pooled against his fingertips. "You're okay, I'm here," he promised and she collapsed forward into him, holding on for dear life but he didn't mind as his hand stroked through her blonde curls that had been perfectly brushed by Rosalie earlier in the day. She felt safe in his arms.
