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Wildflowers

A twilight x supernatural fic

By smolvampiregirl

Word count: 4197

In a dark depressing corner of the Pacific Northwest lies a small town called Forks.

This town had to be the safest, most normal town in all of the United States of America. This town is where I had been banished by my brothers. My whole life and everything I had known was collapsing around me. My father was missing. My brother Sam had been dragged back into hunting. We had only done one case and while he was away his girlfriend Jessica died. I had been attacked by a Wendigo in Colorado. But the final straw for my brothers was when I was knocked out by a demon on a plane that was crashing and ended up with a concussion. It's not like I nearly died. It was just a concussion.

So here I was in the small cold wet town where nothing supernatural ever happened.

Well nothing supernatural had happened since my mom died, when i was six months old. I was born in Forks almost seventeen years ago.

Everyone told me I looked like her. The same thick dark brown curly hair, in the only photo I had of her she had long hair, I had cut mine short into a chin length bob a few years ago after I had gotten my hair caught on a hunt… It was easier to keep my hair short. My mom was also way prettier than I was, her milky skin was unblemished, she had deep chocolate eyes and from the only photo i had of her i could tell by her beautiful smile that she had a pure beautiful soul. I had my fathers swampy green-grey eyes and my pale skin was almost translucent aside from the splattering of freckles across my arms and face.

I had holed up in my uncle Charlie's bathroom trying to figure out how to be normal.

It was my first day at Forks High School. Normally I wouldn’t worry but now I had to, I was going to be here for two years while I finished my schooling. It hadn’t been too bad in Forks as of yet. Although I hadn’t been around anyone other than Charlie yet.

Charlie had been amazing, he was very quiet and kept to himself mostly. But he had welcomed me with open arms, he had even brought me my very own car… well truck to be more accurate. The truck was perfect for me, it was older probably late fifties or early sixties. I was expecting a nightmare when I popped the hood but the whole engine had been completely rebuilt and even the oil was fresh.

It had been almost ten years since I last saw Charlie. I knew he had always wanted to look after me here in Forks rather than having me live on the road with my father.

Charlie had been through a lot just before my mom… his sister died. His wife… now ex-wife… had run off with his three month old daughter. His parents were sick and also passed away leaving him all alone. I guess he was just glad to have someone else in the house.

A loud knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Hey Mills… You alright in there?” Charlie called through the door.

“Uh… Yeah sorry” I quickly pulled the door to the shared bathroom open.

Charlie shifted awkwardly when I pulled the door open. He hadn't expected me to open it that fast. His face turned red with embarrassment.

Charlie looked just like my mom with dark curly hair and brown eyes. There was no doubt he and I were related.

I stepped past Charlie and across the hall to my room.

“Have a good day today” Charlie called back to me.

I nodded as I closed the door to my room.

It wasnt hard to pick out an outfit for my first day. All my clothes were hand-me-downs from my older brothers Sam and Dean. It was mostly flannels and t-shirts that were too big for me. The only clothes i had that were mine was a pair of dark wash blue jeans and one dress.The dress was short and dark blue in colour, and had spaghetti straps with a deep v-neck that showed a lot of cleavage. The dress was balled up in the corner of my room. I didn't have much use for it here.

The dress didn’t have the best memories associated with it. I had mostly worn it when I was hustling pool in dank bars and road houses. I had been groped by more boozed up old men than I cared to think about.

As I threw on my jeans and a tee-shirt and flannel I heard Charlie make his way down the stairs and out the front door. Leaving me alone in the house. I sighed and looked over at the clock. It was almost time for me to leave.

I grabbed my backpack and threw my cell phone onto the small desk in the corner of the room. I wasn’t going to touch it again. I didn’t need to hear from my brothers. I was here now and even if it was against my will I owed it to Sam to give having a normal life a go. He tried and Dean and I pulled him back into hunting. If I was truly going to give this a shot I couldn’t be in contact with them… no matter how much i wanted to know if my father was back or if they had any leads on his whereabouts.

The school wasn't hard to find, it was just off the highway like most things in Forks. It wasn’t much like any of the other schools I had attended and it was a long list.

Forks High School was a collection of red brick buildings connected by covered walkways. I pulled my truck into the large parking lot and pulled up in the back corner. I could do this I repeated in my head like a mantra. So what it people thought I was weird.

I stepped out of the warm dry cab of my truck and into the cold misty rain. I walked quickly across the lot towards the buildings. I found the office quickly as all the buildings were labelled. Most of the buildings just had numbers on the side but the office had a large plexiglass sign on the side reading Administration.

I stepped through the door into the warm room. There was a small plant in the corner beside the long desk that cut the room into two. The industrial carpet was flecked with orange. It almost matched the colour of the receptionist's hair. As the heavy door closed behind me she looked up over her thin rimmed glasses. Her face paled and she looked at me. Like she had seen a ghost.

She quickly composed herself and picked up some papers. “You must be Camilla?”

“Just Millie… Camilla is a granny name” I laughed.

“Of course Millie… You look just like your mom” She stared at me.

“I get that a lot”

The receptionist gathered my class schedule, attendance slips for my first day and a map of the school. The receptionist was overly friendly. She went through my class list and highlighted the best route to each one. I thanked her before I headed back out into the still misting rain.

There were more cars in the lot now. Mostly older models which I recognised as I had been used to helping Dean and Dad fix up on the rare occasion Dad actually worked as a mechanic.

The nicest car in the lot was a shiny silver volvo, I was probably only around a year old if that. I wouldn’t have a clue where to start looking if that car needed work.

I sighed and started towards my first class in building three. The building, like the office was easy to find, the building just behind the cafeteria had a large black number three painted in a white square on the side.

I followed two people in unisex raincoats through the door. They paused in the door and hung up their coats so I did the same. The people I followed were two girls. One had bleach blonde hair and the other was a mosey brown colour. They were laughing and chatting with each other.

I took my attendance slip up to the teacher… Mr Mason, he was a tall balding man. Mr Mason was wearing a brown tweed suit and had thick rimmed glasses. He took the slip from my hands and stared at my name and me wide eyed. I didn’t know what response I had expected after the receptionist this morning. I guessed my mom left a big hole in this town when she died.

After Mr Mason composed himself he sent me to a desk at the back of the room. It was harder for the students to stare at me when I was at the rear of the room. They still managed. I would look up from my notebook where I was copying the reading list into the back of the book. I had read most of what was on the list during long nights on the road or the many times I had been left alone in a cheap motel in whatever town we had a case in.

The bell rung, its high pitched nasal buzzing bringing me back to the present. I packed up my books and shoved them into my bag.

“Umm… You must be Camilla Winchester” A thin greasy boy with acne and pitch black hair was standing in the aisle next to my desk.

“Millie…” I corrected standing from my desk.

“Uh cool… Millie… What class do you have?”

I pulled out my crumpled schedule…

“Government with Mr Jefferson in Building Six” I said.

“I'm heading to building four, I can show you the way” He smiled awkwardly…”Im Eric… by the way”

Eric shifted his cross body bag.

“Thanks” I threw my back pack over my shoulder as Eric led me out of the room.

The rain outside had picked up now and was seeping through my jacket. I really had to invest in a raincoat. Maybe a parka.

“So… where are you from?” Eric asked

“All over, I grew up on the road” I shrugged

“Cool, so like have you seen the grand canyon”

“Yeah totally” I thought about the time Dean took Sam and I to the Grand Canyon while dad was out on a hunt.

“It must be weird staying in one place”

“I guess, i mean I’ve only been here for two days so far… and it’s different”

“Why did you grow up on the road?”

“My dad owned a carnival and he needed someone the throw knives at” I muttered sarcastically

Eric stared at me. He looked like he wasn't sure if I was joking or not. We had made it to the building now.

“Good luck” Eric smiled as I opened the door.

“Thanks” I stepped inside.

I couldn’t help but notice Eric walking off back in the direction we had just come from.

The rest of the morning passed in much the same fashion. I started to notice similar faces in my classes. Mr Varner, my Trigonometry teacher, was the only one who made me introduce myself to the class. I muttered some vague information about moving in with my uncle Charlie and sat down. Other than that the day was proceeding pretty well. In every class there was always someone braver than the rest who introduced themselves to me.

Most people just asked me how I liked Forks. I didn’t have much of an answer for them so I mostly just said it was fine so far.

I was glad I didn't need to use the map yet I was sure it was just as crumpled as my schedule if not worse.

A girl who was in my Trig and Spanish class walked with me to the cafeteria. Her name was Jess. I couldn’t help but think about Sam’s girlfriend, I knew this girl had nothing to do with her. I tried to pay attention to what Jess was saying. She was mostly blabbing about boys, teachers and classes. Jess was shorter than I was, which was hard considering I was only five foot one, but she had wildly curly hair that made her look taller than me.

Jessica led me to the end of a table full of her friends, she introduced me to all of them. They all seemed impressed by her bravery in talking to me. I looked around the large cafeteria and noticed the boy from English Eric waving at me from across the room.

Many of the people around me tried asking me questions, but there wasn’t really much I could say. Eventually they began to talk about assignments and the current drama between students. I glanced around the room again uninterested in these topics that I didn't know anything about. Then I saw them.

Five extremely pale students sat in the far corner of the cafeteria. The were just sitting, they each had a tray of untouch food in front of them and unlike all the other students they weren't staring at me.

There were three boys and two girls at the table. All of them were looking in different directions and they were not interacting with each other. Of the three boys one of them was big muscled, he reminded me of a weight lifter with curly dark hair. The next boy I looked at was leaner but still muscular, he had chin length honey blonde hair, he looked almost like he was in pain. The last was more boyish and lanky, less bulky than the others, he had messy bronze hair.

The girls were complete opposites, one was a tall blonde who looked like the girls I had seen on the cover of some of Dean's dirty magazines. Her long golden blonde hair waved perfectly and hit the middle of her back.

The other girl was short and pixie-like. Her black hair was cropped short pointing in every direction, she was thin to the extreme and even all her features were small.

Despite how different they all were they were all exactly alike. The same straight features, chalky pale skin, paler than anyone else i had seen here, and they all had dark eyes. They all looked tired with dark circles under their eyes.

As I watched them from across the cafeteria the small girl stood up and almost danced across the room and dumped the tray into the bin. She was like a dancer in the way she moved. I looked back to the others at the table, none of them had moved. I couldn’t decide who was more beautiful. Perhaps the blonde model-like girl or the bronze haired boy.

I turned to Jessica and asked “Who are they?”

Jessica looked up but by the tone of my voice I guessed she didn't need to. As Jessica looked up the smallest boy turned and looked at us. Jessica and I looked back to our table quickly avoiding his eye contact.

Jessica giggled before she answered, “Thats Edward and Emmett Cullen and Rosalie and Jasper Hale… The one who left is Alice Cullen. They all live together with Doctor and Mrs Cullen” Jessica said under her breath.

I looked back at the table, the boy who had looked at us was now picking a bagel apart with his long thin fingers.

“They are all… uh.. Really hot” I let out an awkward laugh.

“I know right but they are all together… like together… together” Jess whispered “Emmett and Rosalie and Jasper and Alice. I mean… and they live together… it's totally weird.”

It was quite the drama, even in the big city they would cause a stir.

“Which ones are the Cullen’s? They don't look related”

“Oh they aren’t, Doctor Cullen is really young like twenties or thirties, they’re all adopted… the Hale’s are twins, brother and sister… the blondes… they’re foster children”

“Aren’t they a little old for foster children”

“Well yeah, they are 18 but they’ve been with Mrs Cullen since they were 8, i think… they are her niece and nephew, or something”

“That's so nice of them too look after so many children when they are so young”

“I guess so” Jessica admitted, reluctantly “I don’t think Mrs Cullen can have kids”

I got the impression that Jessica didn't like the Cullen’s. I glanced back at the strange family, all sat looking at different walls.

“Have they always lived in Forks?”

“No they moved down a few years ago, i think they were somewhere in Alaska”

I looked back again and stared at the youngest boy, he looked up and made eye contact with me. It was strange, he looked frustrated and confused as he stared at me. Like he was expecting something but he couldn't find it.

“Who’s the one with the reddish hair” I turned back to Jess

“That’s Edward Cullen” Her tone was bitter as she said his name. “He’s gorgeous of course but don't waste your time he doesn't date apparently none of the girls here are good looking enough for him.”

I wondered when he had turned her down, she was obviously still bitter about it.

It was unsettling to watch the Cullen’s as they stood and left the cafeteria, they were too graceful.

I had sat at the table longer than I would have if I was alone. One of my new acquaintances had Biology II with me in the next hour. She kept reminding me her name was Angela. She was considerably taller than I was.

Angela walked to class with me. It was refreshing walking with Angela, she wasn’t asking me a million questions, she just walked next to me in silence.

When we entered the classroom Angela headed straight to her seat at one of the black top lab tables. I looked around the room and noticed there was only one empty seat. Next to who I recognised as Edward Cullen from his untidy hair and pale skin.

I made my way up the aisle to the desk where Mr Banner was sat. As I made my way past Edward I couldn't help but look at him. As I did Edward stiffened in his seat. He glared at me his eyes were pitch black, and the way he was looking at me was hostile, furious.

I walked quicker towards Mr Banner who signed my slip and directed me to the only free seat. The seat next to Edward who just looked at me like he wanted to kill me.

I placed my book onto the desk and sat down, letting my hair cover as much of my face as it could. I couldn’t help notice the way Edward looked away from me like he smelt something bad. I moved my face and sniffed the collar of my shirt worried I hadn’t washed it. But it smelt like laundry detergent.

Throughout the lesson Edward never relaxed; he kept his fist clenched on his left leg. I couldn’t understand his reaction to me. It wasn't just him being a loner or socially awkward. This was something more. This was a deep hatred and it confused me, I had never met this strange boy before.

Unless he was possessed. Maybe I should call my brothers… No this was Forks, there were no demons or monsters here. It was safe, there were no mysterious disappearances or mutilated cows. I was looking for a sign that there were demons here so I was finding whatever I could that fit the model I had made in my mind. It was just confirmation bias. That was all.

The bell rang and Edward disappeared from the room quickly. I stared after him shocked that someone I had just met could act like that.

“Hey aren’t you Camilla Winchester?” A blonde boy asked.

“I just go by Millie,” I smiled.

The boy was cute. He had a round baby-face with cool blue eyes. He had his blonde hair gelled into spikes. He was leaning on the lab table next to me.

“I’m Mike.”

“Hi, Mike”

“So do you need help finding your next class?” He smiled softly at me.

“Ooh, I actually have gym next… I don’t think i will have any trouble finding it” I picked up my bag.

“No way… That’s my next class too.” Mike seemed thrilled. But it wasn’t much of a coincidence in a school this small. I had lots of different classes with the same students.

Mike and I walked to Gym together. He talked a lot. Mike was originally from California and had moved to Forks when he was ten. His parents owned the hiking store just outside town. As it turned out Mike was also in my English class.

Mike was the nicest person I had met today.

“So did you stab Cullen with a pencil or what?” He asked as we entered the gym.

“Was that the boy I sat next to in biology?” I decided to play dumb.

“Yeah” Mike smirked. “He just looked like he was in pain… don’t worry about it the Cullen’s are weird”

“I didn’t even speak to him,” I shrugged.

Mike lingered next to me instead of heading into the locker room.

“If i was lucky enough to sit next to you… i would have spoken to you”

I smiled at Mike as I headed into the girls locker room.

The gym teacher Coach Clapp managed to find me a gym uniform but didn’t make me change. I sat in the corner of the room and watched four games of volleyball playing simultaneously.

Finally the last bell rang signalling the end of the day. I made a quick get away and walked slowly to the office. It was cold now, my damp jacket didn’t protect me from the wind that was now picking up.

It was pleasant stepping back into the warm dry office. My bliss didn’t last long, at the counter stood Edward Cullen. I stood against the back wall of the office and watched as he argued with the receptionist. He didn’t even acknowledge my entrance. I quickly gathered the gist of the argument. He was trying to change from sixth period biology to any other time. His voice was low and attractive.

As I stood pressed against the back wall of the office the door next to me opened, the girl who entered letting the cold breeze into the room. My hair flew around my face. I gently brushed it back and watched as the girl dropped some papers into a basket and quickly left again.

Edward was looking at me now, the same hostile look in his eyes. He turned back to the receptionist stiffly.

“Never mind then… I can see it is an impossibility” His voice was like velvet and honey.

He turned quickly on his heel and left the room.

The receptionist smiled at me warmly.

“How was your first day dear” She gently took my slips from me.

“It was okay I guess” I shrugged.

I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe me.

By the time I made it back to my car, I was one of the last in the lot. I hated Forks and didn't understand why my brothers sent me to this hell hole of a town. I could be out there helping them find dad. But instead I was stuck here alone trying to be a normal teenager. I drove back to Charlie’s annoyed at the situation I had ended up in.

The next day was better and worse. Better because it wasn’t raining yet so I didn’t start the day off already soaked to the bone. Better because Mike sat next to me in English and walked with me to my next class while Eric glared at him the whole time. I found it amusing.

It was worse because I was forced to participate in gym class, I had never seen the appeal of sport… Most of my exercise was in the form of running from monsters and fighting… volleyball used none of those skills. And it was worse because Edwards wasn't in school at all. I had psyched myself up to confront him, find out what his problem was and if he was possessed. I had holy water in my drink bottle. I was going to spill it on the desk and hopefully him, but if he wasn’t here I couldn't do that.

In fact Edward wasn’t at school for the rest of the week. Perhaps I wasn’t the reason for his absence. It must have been something else that caused him to act like that. As the week passed I realised Forks wasn’t as bad as I had initially thought. I began to settle in and get into the groove of things.

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