The Rebelled Angel {PG-13}
Hey guys! This is a collaboration between Ellie Cullen <3 & Me (Carmen E) We are writing an elaborate Seth Clearwater story that's divided in two parts that you will soon discover in the plot: Here's the plot:
Alexya Kristianna Wood is a new girl (typicall) that moved from Houston to Forks. She left her dark past to have a new start at Forks and that new start begins the first day she arrives. She meets Seth, but she's fifteen and he's seventeen. This first part of the story is their 'best-friend stage' and the second part of the story is when she's seventeen and like how their relationship evolves from friendship to love. We give you:
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CHAPTER ONE – THE MOVE {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
July 7th. I’ll never forget the day I felt a bone crushing pain, one worse than the one I suffered when I was ten.
‘Alexya it’s time!’ Dad called from outside. The roar of his car was uncomfortable. I took a ragged breath and looked one last time at the empty house with the first trickling tears on my cheeks. I whipped them away quickly. It had finally hit me, I was moving away from the only place I called home.
‘Goodbye’ I whispered, my voice echoed in the empty space. Goodbye memories, goodbye Mom, goodbye Anthony, goodbye Houston. Goodbye sun, goodbye Silver, goodbye Mariah, goodbye past...
Today I was moving to Forks, Washington. The rainiest and coldest place in the continental U.S. because my father, Frank, was offered a good job as a head surgeon at the local hospital and he couldn’t resist the opportunity. I tightened my grip on Pooh, Anthony’s small brown teddy bear. I turned my back on my past and walked with my chin held high to face my present and future: Forks.
I am fifteen and my life couldn’t have been any worse. I slammed the door of the red truck my dad owned and looked at him firmly ‘Let’s go.’
He smiled warmly but it never touched his eyes, he knew what I was going through. He backed away from my childhood’s house, from my suffered past.I hoped that my future would be something better but I doubted it. Bad luck chased me everywhere I went.
At the airport, we went through the normal procedures except that this was a one way ticket, there was no turning back. Forks would be a new home, a home I’d have new memories in, better memories as Frank had put it.
On the plane flying to my eminent town, I didn’t sleep, though it was a five hours flight. I looked out the window and at the changing weather when we reached our destined place. I let a gasp escape my lips. I smiled in anticipation. Raindrops were staining the thick glass of my window. I loved the rain and the cold.
The plane started descending and I prepared myself for the speed of the aircraft when it touched land, wet land.
Finally there: Seattle International Airport.
Frank had already bought a car the last time he visited Forks. He even got the house furnished and enrolled me into high school.
Ugh, high school. I absolutely did not want to be the new girl in school. I’d rather be invisible than the new girl. I couldn’t handle the gossip that would probably scatter all around this small town. In fact, I already think – no I know – that they’re aware of our arrival. Word spreads fast in towns where there were three thousand one hundred and twenty one people, well three thousand one hundred and twenty three now. Thank god I had two months to settle in and get familiar with my surroundings, especially the people, before enduring a new torture.
The relief washed away when we were racing to the black BMW under the rain. ‘Don’t worry Lilia.’
That was what everyone at home used to call me, Lilia; I liked it because it reminded me of flowers. I felt uneasy and homesick; I took calm slow deep breaths. Don’t cry Alexya, not now, I reminded myself. ‘You’ll love the house, and Forks.’
I doubted it; I just stared at the unending green nature passing by in a blur. The rain became much more persistent, and I became much calmer. The sound of the drizzling raindrops on the car’s rooftop above us was very relaxing.
I was fixing my eyes on the beautiful nature when I saw a blur in the woods. I straightened. Alert, I turned to Frank ‘Did you see that?’ my voice was frantic.
‘See what, honey?’ He took his eyes from the road to look at me with interest.
‘Never mind’ I slumped back on the seat and focused on the blurry green image. The car slowed and turned into a brick driveway and in front of a two-storey white house.
The forest grew from every way. I had no neighbors nearby. The first hint of civilization was situated around the corner and down the street. Great, I thought to myself dryly. Dad cut the engine and faced me. ‘I have work, Al so here’s the key.’ He handed me the metal key in my white small hand. ‘I’ll help you carry the bags. The room upstairs to the right is yours and the other one is mine. You don’t have to unpack my bag, just get familiar with the house and relax.’
I sighed, arguing was no longer useful. I got used to Frank bailing out on me for the hospital. I reminded myself that it was for a good cause. I wanted to be alone anyway. I sensed the tears that I’ve been holding back since five hours resurfacing and with more power this time. I swallowed the gulp in my throat forcefully. I kept my voice calm and serious. ‘Will you be back early?’
‘I don’t know, Lilia. If I’m late, don’t wait for me.’ He paused with a smile then continued. ‘Come on; let me help you with the bags.’ I got out of the car and opened the trunk.
I had two small cases when Dad had only a big one. I grabbed my luggage and walked up the unsteady stairs of my new porch. I unlocked the door and stepped inside the manner.
I stood unmoving, my eyes sweeping the space. To my right, a glass dining table of four was centered in the room. Black and white photographs of all sizes were placed on each beige-colored wall. To my left, a red leather couch with two flanking armchairs tinted in the same color stood. An oak-colored oval coffee table was centered between the red furniture. A plasma TV was bolted to the wall facing the couch. This was the living room, I concluded. Impressive, Frank had good taste. A door was open and I could see a small round table with two simple chairs pushed to a window. I turned my gaze reluctantly to the wooden stairs built in the hall.
I climbed the steady steps silently with my baggage in hand. I faced two closed doors and opened the one Frank had pointed as mine. The room was pink. I groaned. Frank knew how much I hated that color. I didn’t have it in me to complain right now, I was missing Houston enormously. I threw my bags on my blood-red bed but didn’t open them, not yet. I was afraid that if I started unpacking this would crush me. I just grabbed Pooh tightly and stared around me until I caught my drained reflection on the wall-length mirror.
My lavender eyes were swollen with exhaustion, my pitch black straight hair clung to my face, because it was wet. I had tinted my fringe flashy blue as a tribute to Adam Lambert. It always caught people off guard. I think they were intimidated by me. Surprisingly, I felt smug that I was the only one to have tinted my hair. I felt special. Ha!
My navy t-shirt kissed my chest and shoulders because as my black pants did to my legs and my sneakers to my feet.
‘Bye honey!’ called Frank from downstairs before closing the door behind him. I sighed and detached my eyes from my pathetic look. I wanted to clear my head, breathe some fresh air so I decided to go take a walk into the strange woods.
I didn’t bother getting a coat. I wanted to feel the rain pour on my skin. I stepped in the kitchen but didn’t stop. I continued till I was outside in the backyard.
As soon as I stepped on the grass, I was immediately drenched with the rain’s downpour. I walked towards the immense trees. I wandered aimlessly for the perfect spot to sit on. The soil beneath my feet was muddy, the smell of pine trees was overpowering. I felt tired but I kept going, leaving sight of my house but I made sure that I was going on a straight path so that I’d know where to get back to when I’m calmed and had cleared my head.
Exhausted, I stopped and looked around me. I found a small rock under a tree and went to sit on it. As soon as I was under the tree’s safety, all my feelings of pain hit me with much power. This time, I let my tears fall. I hid my face between my hands while I sobbed quietly for the ache that’s been tormenting me for the past five hours. I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to be back in Houston with Becca– my best friend, and I wanted to be in the ranch again, taking care of Silver, my white horse. I wanted to be near Mom and Anthony but I wasn’t, I couldn’t. I was in Forks, the silence seemed too disturbing, and my quiet sobs echoed in the forest.
I bit my tongue, I shouldn’t make any noise. If anyone heard me, they’d think that I’ve been hurt or something bad had happened. I was hurt, and something bad did happen to me. I was taken away from the only place I called refuge; I’ve been brought to this town forcefully. I wished I had never told Dad that I was happy for him. I knew that he wouldn’t have moved to Forks without my acceptance. But I wanted him to be happy, so I let him take me away from Houston. It was my fault I was here.
I heard movements coming from a bush in front of me, my head snapped up to the noise. I started hyperventilating, this couldn’t be good. I held my breath and pressed my legs to myself. I shrunk to the tree. Maybe the person won’t notice me. He emerged from the bush.
The boy, or should I say man, was tan skinned and wore only shorts. It was freezing; I myself was shaking from the cold. His chest was wet and perfectly structured. I trailed my eyes to his abs. One word popped in my head: Wow. The stranger’s hair was cropped short and dark. He didn’t seem to notice me yet, he was looking at the dirt. I exhaled quietly. ‘Humph’ I heard him huff.
He froze when our eyes met.
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Chapter Two - Imprinted {Seth's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Three - Friends {Alexya's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Four - Bliss {Seth's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Five - Paint Job {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Six - Declaration {Seth's POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Seven – Knowledge {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Eight – Dreams I Want to Believe {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Nine – Sleepover {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Ten – The Cullen’s: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Ten – The Cullen’s: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Eleven – Reunion {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Twelve – Explanations {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Thirteen– Buried With the Truth {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fourteen – Jealousy: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fourteen – Jealousy: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Fifteen – False Hope {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Sixteen – Anger Management: Part I {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen<3
Chapter Sixteen – Anger Management: Part II {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen
Chapter Seventeen – Distraction {Alexya’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Eighteen – A Walk Down Memory Lane {Seth’s POV} Written by Carmen E
Chapter Nineteen – Josh {Alexya’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Twenty – Complications {Seth’s POV} Written by Ellie Cullen
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Chapter Twenty One – Cruel World {Alexya’s POV} Written by
Carmen E
Chapter Twenty Two - Dissapearing Slowly {Seth's POV}Written by Carmen E
END OF PART ONE
Chapter One - Worried {Alexya's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Two - She's Back {Seth's POV} Written by Ellie Cullen <3
Chapter Three - Confessions [Part One] {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen EChapter Three - Confessions [Part Two] {Alexya's POV} Written by Carmen E
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Permalink Reply by Lindsey=] on -
So good Ellie ! =]]
I always love finding a new message in by inbow\x saying your story was posted ! It's. . . exhilarating ! =]] Lol
Well, loved loved looooooooved it !
More soon please hunn?
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Permalink Reply by Ellie!! on -
I put this in my favourite font colour so you guys would read it.
Carmen is writing the next two chapters, but unfortunatley something has happened to her internet connection and she is unable to write on most of her stories for a while, she is trying her best to write on weekends on her friends computer. Please be patient and bare with us, you'll be rewarded with two amazing chapters by Carmen when she has the chance to write again.
Thanks for reading and commenting, guys, i love you all!!! :D
remeber to vote for TRA in 'Best Seth Clearwater Story' and 'Best Imprint'. (Links in the main post)
thanks for being such great readers :)
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on -
HOLY CRAP ELLIE. Now I have to write about "that". hahahahahah - I have something in mind.
THANK YOU SO MUCH to each and everyone who commented. I highly appreciated. I am so so so sorry that I can't write fast but as Ellie said, my laptop's busted ; ( .
It's been in the repair shop for about three days and it's still not finished yet. Let's hope and pray that it'll finish soon.
But in the meantime I will write on my personal writing book both chapters and i'll type them up at my friend's house. I promise to make it good.. Well i hope.
Thank you again for the AWESOME support. Oh and Tasha, thank you for liking TRA - it's so cool to know what you think about it. : D
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Permalink Reply by Ellie!! on
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ROFL
i'm glad you have an idea Carmen :p it's gonna be sooo awesome!! I just have this feeling that it's going to be a really great chapter.
ohhh.
maybe i'm having a *deep breath* vision
*shocked silence*
yes, i can see the future.
MWAHAHAHAAAAAAA
i agree with you, Carmen. It's awesome to know what you all think about TRA so keep the comments coming and tell us about anything you like/or could be made better, whichever. or you could mention how cool the characters are (well, we all know how amazing SM's character's are, but i meant the one's that Carmen created :p) :)
THANKS GUYS
and i hope your laptop feel better, Carmen :)
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Permalink Reply by Carmen E ~Rebel Yell~ on
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Okay guys, I have written Chapter Thirteen and I am currently working on chapter fourteen, and as school starts tomorrow I won't be able to post anything until at least Friday or Saturday.
Without further adue ...
A/N: This chapter might be too sad, so please get some tissues if you're oversensitive
Song – Goodnight, Goodnight by Maroon 5
CHAPTER THIRTEEN – BURIED WITH THE TRUTH{Alexya’s POV}
‘Where’s Anthony?’ I asked again, louder now. Though I knew she could hear me even if I spoke in the lowest of whispers, she didn’t answer me. Her bloodshot eyes turned somber. If she were still human, my mother would have been on the verge of sobbing. But she wasn’t human. She’s different, she’s changed.
Vampire. The word echoed through me making me shiver. Seth was about to come near me before I stopped him with a stare. I needed to do this alone. Maybe alone wasn’t the appropriate word when you’re in room crowded with vampires and werewolves. This is all real I thought again, my best friend was really a werewolf, and my mother had turned into a vampire after leaving both my father and I miserable – and I thought Becca had the weird life…
Seth had retreated to the wall beside Jacob who hadn’t left the room since I first saw Elsa.
My gaze and attention turned back to the person who knew the answer to my question. Her eyes were smoldered with anguish, guilt, shame and sorrow. She looked back to Steve. He held her closer to him and whispered something I couldn’t understand because it was too fast and too low for my weak hearing. Mother looked down in what I imagined was understanding and nodded.
She took a deep unnecessary breath and looked at me. The silence was starting to get me edgy. Elsa extended her arm to me and stepped forward. I recoiled back to the door and shook my head stiffly once.
‘Where is he?’ I whispered. ‘I want answers.’
‘Then you’d want to sit down, Alexya.’ Her voice didn’t hide any sign of guilt. I stared at her with skepticism and retreated to my seat on the couch beside Alice.
At the moment when I sat down, I felt two warm hands on my shoulders. I patted Seth’s hand without looking at him. I kept my expression blank and stared into those crimson eyes.
The comforting warmth of Seth’s presence abandoned me and left me exposed to an icy wave of dread. Why is Elsa so scared of telling me where my brother is? She had to save him, she had to. He was her son, he was weak and helpless. She would have taken mercy on him and changed him too, wouldn’t she? My breathing accelerated into unstable quick gasps.
The black-haired vampire that once was my mother became rigid in the arms of the man she supposedly cared about. The man that should’ve been my Dad – the one person who suffered more than me. Behind all the jokes, smiles and laughs, my father was the most miserable man in the world. I could see through him easily. The abandon of my mother and brother shattered his soul beyond repair. It left his heart wide open and bleeding and the only person who had the materials to stitch his fragile heart back was me. Because when he saw me, he saw Elsa; he saw the smiles and laughs she had.
Poor Frank, he was so clueless. If only he knew about the world we really lived in. He’d be broken and he’d turn into a zombie, I wouldn’t be able to help him through knowing that his love, his wife was with someone, and happy.
‘Alexya, it’s not like that.’ I heard Edward’s velvet voice defend from behind me. I just shook my head, never releasing my mother’s gaze. ‘I’m waiting.’ I told her.
‘Alexya, for you to understand what happened, you should know the story from the beginning.’ She paused. She looked at each person in the room and spoke. ‘I am not proud of my actions, and I think of what I did every single second and will never be saved from them for the rest of my existence.’ She turned her fretful gaze on me. ‘Lilia-‘
‘Don’t call me that.’ I spat at her.
The look on her face made me instantly regret what I said. I looked down at my hands that rested on my lap. ‘I’m sorry’ I whispered.
‘I understand’ Elsa replied, her voice on the verge of breaking.
‘Please continue.’
‘I was driving back from Anto’s lesson with him in the front seat.’ I closed my eyes at the mentioning of my baby brother’s nickname, I didn’t realize how much it would actually hurt when I heard the name everyone used to call him. ‘He was playing with the stereo and I remember hazily telling him to stop and sit back. That day, it was raining in Houston, and the rain was so heavy that I could barely see the road. I don’t remember what happened next because my human memory is too weak. But according to Sylvia, we crashed into a tree and we were both – Anto and I – hurt pretty badly. She then took us somewhere secluded and took pity on me. She changed me into this and left Anto bleeding to death.’ Her voice broke at that last word. My eyes flashed open, that vampire… the atrocity… my baby brother… No. I didn’t look up, I just stared at my hands wide-eyed. They had started to shake slightly. I restrained myself from crying. I promised myself not to cry in front of the vampires, never again.
My breathing subsided to shallow intakes, they weren’t enough to fill my lungs with oxygen, but I didn’t care. That wasn’t important. I hadn’t realized that Elsa was talking until she had mentioned something about pain.
‘She let me suffer for three days, I screamed and trashed around while the burn became stronger. It literally stopped my heart. When I woke up, Sylvia was sitting by a tree looking bored and superior as she usually was, with Anto’s body limp and dipped in a pool of his own blood.’
I couldn’t believe what she was telling, my Anto couldn’t have died that way.
‘I was a newborn vampire, Alexya. My hunting senses overruled every emotion and everything I used to be. I didn’t have super self control, I was a newborn and what newborns craved is human blood.’
I felt the blood drain from my face. Everything turned black around me and all I could hear is the acceleration of my heartbeat. I didn’t faint, I knew that but I was truly alone, alone with only one light, a light I felt far behind me. I needed that comforting light to keep me sane. I felt my hands shaking brutally so I clenched them tightly into fists. My eyes were about to bulge from their sockets with the horror of my brother’s real death. I looked up but I wasn’t seeing anything. I looked past everything. The hazy figure of the woman standing in front of me was still moving, her hands formed shapes in the air that I couldn’t understand. I turned my glassy gaze towards the light, towards the only person I truly saw: Seth Clearwater.
One stare had him beside me. I took his hand in mine and squeezed on it with all my force making my knuckles bleaching-white.
‘I’m sorry’ I breathed, ‘we have to go.’
I didn’t hear any objections so Seth and I walked out of the door and far away from the house. Seth was quiet and I could feel his eyes on me, pleading from me to smile and say that everything’s alright.
Seth scooped me up from my feet and cradled me to his bare chest. I inhaled his scent, but it didn’t calm me like it used to. It just made me more alert of what just happened. Seth took off with a run, letting the wind blow my hair onto my face. I never felt the calmness I so much craved for.
After eternity had passed, Seth’s pace faltered to a walk. He stopped in my backyard. He steadied me on my feet and took my hand in his. My knees buckled and I crumbled to the muddy grass. I clutched at my heart while I rocked back and forth. I started hyperventilating in short loud gasps while the tremors ripped through me.
Seth was on his knees in front of me; his eyes glistened and let only one tear escape those brown pools.
‘No, no, no….’ I whispered to myself.
A thunder struck making me cringe.
‘No!’ I screeched. The word echoed around us making commotion in the forest. I hid my face in my hands while I sobbed my baby brother’s name repeatedly.
Seth wrapped his arms around my waist and hid his face in my shoulder. Loud sobs ripped through him as well. I wound my arms around him as my nails grazed his skin but he didn’t complain, we just cried together.
After a moment, Seth kissed my shoulder and took my face between his big warm hands. Our eyes bored into each other while I cried some more. His features were so drained; I thought I would never see a smile curve on his beautiful face anymore. He was the one who kept me intact, who helped me be who I am.
‘I don’t know what it’s like to loose a brother.’ He started, his voice itching to break, ‘but I know how it’s like to loose a parent, and I want you to know that no matter what, I’ll always love you and be there for you. No matter what.’ He kissed my cheeks while fresh new tears rolled down my face and onto my shirt. He squeezed me to him for a second then picked me up.
I found myself in my room in a mere second and Seth was tucking me in bed. He kissed my forehead. ‘Goodnight, Lilia’ he breathed and turned around. I caught his wrist before he left.
‘Don’t leave me, please.’ My voice didn’t hide any sign of heartbreak. ‘I need you. Can you stay over?’ I asked.
I saw Seth nod, and my heart finally regained its normal pace.
I squeezed myself against him in the king-sized bed and I felt instantly safe when he wrapped his arms around me.
‘I’m sorry you had to see that.’ I apologized, feeling embarrassed. He tugged on my chin and lifted it until I met his gaze.
‘I’m the one who should be apologizing, I shouldn’t have taken you-‘
I shook my head quickly. ‘I needed to know the truth’
‘But the truth left you defenseless, exposed and heartbroken. It buried you.’
Yes, I was buried with the sickening truth; I was strangled with it and was left to deal with it on my own.
‘I’m sorry’ he pleaded again.
‘It’s not your fault my mother is a monster.’ My voice broke and I didn’t seem to be able to fight back the rivers of tears that gushed down my face. Seth tightened his grip around me; it was hard to breathe but his embrace kept me from falling apart again. A wave of fatigue washed through me making my eyes droop and my eyelids heavy. I yawned and closed my eyes. ‘I love you, Seth’ I whispered before embarking onto obscurity.
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Awesome.
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