[Thepartingofthewaves//] FORKSVAMPIRES

[jason whitechester --]

OOC} Kinda short >.< Sorryyy.

I'm sorry for us, the dinosaurs rule the earth--

The dim, dappled light fell weakly through the clouds like it had just crossed the Swiss Alps - tired and half-dead it was hardly potent, just casting a few dark shadows flickering over the leaf litter that formed a haven for the small creatures living beneath his feet. He could feel the tiny vibrations of them as they stirred, deep in the dark homes where they burrowed to avoid the rain. Tiny little lives and tiny little hearts, soldiering on - unlike his. His stagnant, useless heart was just a dead weight in his chest now, as it had been for some time - a superfluous organ that he was just dimly aware of, just hanging there to make itself feel useful. It was a misguided attempt, clinging to the uses it had served in his old life. Jase wondered if it had started malfunctioning when Lillian died. Probably. Oh well. One loss meant nothing to the collective persona of humanity. He kept running now, and where the leaves and shafted spears of weakened light that whipped past him should have been a blur, were captured like perfect stills, never underexposed and never overexposed. They were just snapshots, run through his mind in quick succession - long enough to register, not long enough to delay him. Which, you know, was a good thing, because what was the good of a clumsy vampire?

I mean, they already sparkled, for crying out loud. What kind of predator sparkles?

There was a sudden and abrupt drop off a rock face, say eight to ten meters, and Jase pushed himself right off the edge, putting one foot out in front of the other and jumping in a graceful arc, his hands flying out to grab stray branches to slow his descent - if only to keep it quiet. The vampire landed softly on the dying leaf litter, his knees bending automatically to absorb the impact [which was totally extra because no way was that gonna hurt a vampire] and looked around with scarlet eyes, eyes that shone crimson - not newborn red, just well fed red. Slowly, Jase Whitechester took a breath - the slightly resinous scent of pine and leaves, tree sap, mixed with the rich and earthy scent of moist soil, a few slightly nutty and organic scents of various bugs and beetles crawling around in an attempt to escape the predator in their homeland, and some frankly unappealing deer that smelled much like boiled cabbage. But there was something else there, too, something that smelled much like himself, with subtle differences that enabled him to distinguish. They weren't humans that had been criss-crossing the forest here, they were vampires, and lots of them - probably seven, maybe six?

Fan-freaking-tastic.

His crimson gaze flitting around the clearing slowly, re-analysing his situation, his pupils dilating slightly to better take in the weak light that broke through the haze of the previous day's rain. It curled around his marble fingers in icy ribbons, which reminded him of the trigger he used for his power. Rows of silver birch trees behind one burning, black tree that reached towards a static sky with desperate limbs, ribbons of mist playing around it's flaming branches. Dragging his mind off the irrelevant topic, Jase stared around the clearing now, watching for markers of another vampire in the area - now that he knew they were here in this area, here in this remote patch of land, he was curious about them - how did so many manage to live in the one area? Where are you, where are you, where are you... Come out and play.

[Alice Cullen]

OOC / KAI!! luffles.
am I more than you bargained for yet?
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
cause that's just who I am this week.

They always picked Alice to go greet the newcomers. They always said it was because of the whole psychic thing, but Alice liked to think it was because she could kick more ass than all of them combined. Which wasn't true. But still, it was consolation as she ran once again through the forest, taking a slightly different path than before, turning at a fork in the road which she really wouldn't have minded ignoring. Running was good, though. Running was alive. Even if she was moving at a speed that would have possibly killed a normal human, ripped off a limb, impaled that soft, warm flesh on a tree, there was nothing quite as exhilarating as full speed, a speed faster than the Porsche could go, a speed that pinned her short hair straight back as far as it could possibly go. Rocks were no threat - actually, some of them shattered as she stepped on them, while others seemed to dance, terrified, out of her way. These Converse-clad feet had power over the world, or at least over this forest. Still, something bad was going to happen today. The visions wouldn't go away - it was rare that they threatened her as she ran, but now they were begging her to watch, to listen, to see every grisly detail in utter magnification. Right now, Alice would much rather watch the blurred leaves of trees as they whipped by, but finally she was overcome, and a new face flickered into her viewpoint, paying no attention to the beauty of this forest that she had seen so many times before.

He was attractive, of course - he was a freaking vampire, like anyone interesting was, like all the cool kids were - his brown hair spiked up in the front, shaggy in the back. And he was wearing a trenchcoat, which struck her as both stereotypical and amusing. No one wore a trenchcoat in Forks - she herself was in jeans, stilettos, and a fitted T-shirt. He wasn't nearly as muscular as Emmett, but not as gimpy as Edward - pretty close to Jasper, really, but much taller, at least six foot. He was staring around a clearing Alice had only visited a few times before, mostly at the ground, though he glanced up at the row of birch trees once or twice, his hands stuffed carelessly into his pockets - the coat's pockets. Hmm.

Finally, she reached the rock face, following the new, strange scent of sweat and snake and a little blood - he'd fed recently, his eyes had been a deep scarlet, blood-red, not a trace of black save for the endless pupils, dilating, contracting to show him a world of food. Ugh. She shook away the thought, landing with perfect balance on the forest floor. The clearing smelled typical, insect-infested. A couple of deer frolicked gaily (ugh) somewhere in the distance - actually, precisely one hundred and twenty meters away, which wasn't far at all, and Alice remembered that she hadn't really hunted for days. But there was someone else here - Jason Whitechester was his name, she remembered, Whitechester, what an awful name - and he'd left footprints. What bad form. Even with the three and a half inch heels, Alice was careful not to leave much behind her, with the exception of her scent, which unfortunately was difficult to eradicate and fortunately wasn't much of a problem. At least not now.

Seconds before he'd had a chance to spot her, she caught a glimpse of him and flung herself noiselessly at a tree, a tall birch, white powder cascading onto her hands as she gracefully scrambled up to a branch about eight meters off the ground. "Welcome to Forks," she called in a cool voice, fighting back a hiss. "All we ask of you is that you refrain from hunting," she added, catching his blood-red eyes. "It drives the underpaid police force crazy and really puts a damper on what I know will be a fantastic relationship between my family and you," she said in a voice soaked with sarcasm.

[jason whitechester --]

Blessed with lucky sevens in the voice that made me cry;;

He could hear something, he was utterly sure of it. Before he'd even become aware of this some new, totally different instinct was willing him to freeze - hush, don't say a word, shut your lips and you won't be heard - and pretend that he wasn't there, no one could see him. Firmly placing no trust in little more than a gut feeling, Jase fell forwards into a deeper crouch, the traitorous leaves crackling under the black soles of his boots. Remaining perfectly still, the vampire angled his head slightly towards the weak sun, hidden - no, cowering behind the thick layer of clouds, Jason focused his senses on the area within a 100 meter radius of himself. Crouching down on the forest floor he placed one hand over the leaf litter, his sensitive fingertips feeling the minute vibrations of several beetles scuttling away from him - huh. Stupid insects relied to much on what a pre-determined force told them, to weak to resist the will of a being other than one's self. Even instinct got it wrong sometimes, and you had to be the one to make the call on whether you gave up and ran, hid under the dirt and waited for life to just kind of go away, or turned around and told life to bring it on. But even he had to admit that at some stage in his life he'd been weak and stupid - to weak to do anything, a thought which made him turn around and smash the trunk of an innocent tree next to him, before he regained some composure.

Here come the car crash hearts, the super nova cavalry..

Jason's head snapped up, his frightening [but let's face it, as Kate had said, they were bad ass and strangely admirable] crimson eyes roaming, combing, the forest that encircled him, a uniformed army of towering pines and parasitical ferns, which clung desperately to their hosts. He could hear whoever had chosen to come and nag him approaching now, softly, softly.. The faint rush of wind over a form, a small one the footsteps sounded like. The whip of branches being bent by sheer speed, twisting over themselves to avoid being cut in half by whatever was approaching. Slowly, Jason slunk into the very centre of the clearing, choosing to remain crunched on the ground so he could spring in whichever direction he wanted at short notice. And vampire short, totally owns human short notice. His tongue flitted briefly between his lips, the scent tasting as much as smelling - sweet with a few hints of bitterness. And kind of like animal - uh, no. Ew. I mean, the deer around here smelled awful and how Kate and her mysterious sisters managed to live on 'em, no idea. It was kind of like comparing a mildly revolting mixture of mud, week old take away, cabbage, avocado, rust, and burning rubber in together, and then putting that concoction next to melted chocolate, which was like, hands down win.

Oh - there. Jase stayed still, a perfect act of ignorance, as a shape flickered from one tree to another, a birch tree, her emotional climate ranging around him like patches of colour, a ghostly second sight super-imposed over his mind. There - a little bit of anger and concern, which Jason then proceeded to play on with his triggers, ramping them up to more severe levels, a mixed defensive and offensive mechanism. But now he just didn't like that this chick was trying to sneak up on him, because that seemed kind of underhand to him. So he wasn't bothered by playing around with her anger and concern and what have you. She was at a roughly 39 degree angle of elevation from him, about a sixteen meter trajectory, but Jason whipped around to face her anyway - and folded his arms with a smirk, arching an eyebrow. 'Oh - must you hide up in your tree, now?" He mused quietly, but with dark undercurrents of malice and sarcasm. "I'd say I don't bite, but you know.." Her anger was up, anyway - Jason was only too happy to display his irritation by growling softly, sound that wasn't unlike putting some wolves, tigers and lions in a phone box and telling them to play nice for an hour. "But I suppose I'd be lying.. Oh well. Occupational hazard. 'I don't bite.'." he was alarmingly confident, calling his sardonic taunts up to the midget in the tree. It was amusing.

[jason whitechester --]

Prod.

[Alice Cullen]

OOC / so sorry, Kai-luff.
three wishes lay at my feet wasted on lies

Actually, there was a pretty nice view up here. Rather scenic. One of those photographers with the cameras bigger than a human head would probably love it. But Alice was far from human, and not really a photographer either - she didn't have very many titles other than "freakish veggie vampire", which she didn't exactly parade around Forks. Secret-keeper. That was another title. And keeping this secret was a little like hiding a giraffe behind a palm tree - possible, of course, but one wrong move, one spotted, knobbly leg extended, and everyone could infer the rest. And then there was that part of her that sought revenge for something she really didn't know about, something that would never reach the history books. But there wasn't a lot of money in revenge.

She knew he saw her - his deep crimson eyes, initially extremely creepy but old news to Alice, watched her every move. His lips parted, and he began to speak, his voice like ice daggers, sharp and painful to the human flesh but cracking at contact with Alice. She enjoyed being taunted. It provided a nice opportunity to be a total bitch, an activity she enjoyed almost as much as Rosalie, but not nearly as frequently. She grinned at Jason - not a friendly gesture, more a predatory sort of expression - and leaped down from the tree, landing a few fee away from him and not swaying once.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, an odd sensation overcame her - a heated wave of anger, followed by fear - a cold, hard, unfriendly sensation gripping her and reverberating through her body. At first she believed it, thinking perhaps it would be best to run away, that this guy actually knew what he was doing. But Alice had known Jasper long enough to realize the total inappropriate nature of these newcomers. She wasn't terrified. Not remotely. He just wanted her to think she was, and he was doing a damn good job of it. So instead of trying to fight it, which never really worked even with Jasper - although in Jasper's case, she could just slap him and he'd cut it out - she hissed at him as he continued. "But I suppose I'd be lying." Liars. Alice's biggest pet peeve, behind polyester and dust mites. This white chest guy didn't exactly scream Honest Abe, and Alice had known from the start that it was imperative to keep as close an eye on him as possible.

But, in any sense, he was really just a typical crimson. Sardonic, cocky, rude, but he didn't seem particularly harmful, with the probable exception of the fear thing - which was certainly a gift of Jasper's, and likely limited. If his gift ranged to such an extent as Jasper's, he would have used it - increased her curiosity, her adrenaline, her excitement, all in a rush of power, make it all feel more realistic more accurate, more terrifying. Either he lacked the skill, or lacked the experience, and Alice didn't really care which one. "Whatever, crimson. Just eat elsewhere. Canada, perhaps." She was surprised at how icy, how cruel her voie sounded, but then remembered that he was messing around with her emotions again - the best way around it was not to think about it, really.

He stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, smirking down at her, and she put hers on her hips and stared up at him, ocher eyes meeting crimson. She hissed up at him again. "There's more where I came from," she threatened, imagining how much fun Emmett and Jasper would have with him. "So just g with me on this one."

[emmett cullen !]

E M M E T T C U L L E N

Now your transmission is on the negative you're on a losin' streak !
This information is getting ordinary and you're losin' me ! [/center]

Alice had been gone a while. Emmett knew it was stupid to send her alone to go and greet new vampires who came to Forks. However he had to agree with their reasoning as to why they sent her. Of course there reasoning was simple.

One, Alice was physic. So her ability gave her an advantage in she knew exactly what to expect.
Two, Alice was the least intimidating of them all. She was small and didn’t look much of a threat but the girl could pack one hell of a punch.

He knew him going was out of the question, if a vampire saw him coming there back would be up instantly and there was more chance of a fight with this carnivorous kind, more chance of their secret coming out to the humans of forks. More chance of a human being eaten.

They’d had a talk once Alice had seen this new vampire, the whole family had gathered. Emmett always fought to be allowed to go. He hated missing out on the action and being stuck at home whilst Alice got to come out wasn’t fair. Alice always got all the fun. However once Alice had left they’d all got on with whatever they felt the need to do. Esme had nervously started to clean up, worried about Alice. Carlisle had gone to his study. Jasper, him and Edward had gone about causing general destruction (Of course Jasper was distracted. So it was mainly him and Edward attacking Jasper). Rosalie had disappeared to her room. It wasn’t long though before they all started to panic, Alice hadn’t returned. It was then that Emmett had been sent.

Which is why he was now running through the forest, following his sisters scent which was mingled with the fresh smell of rain – yuck rain, it always rained in forks – and it wasn’t long before the scent of a stranger joined that of his sisters. He heard Alice hiss. Oh so this dude wasn’t co-operating? Well he soon would. Emmett slowed his pace slightly and reached his sister side. ”Whats going on?” he asked. Holding back the growl that he wanted to let rip through his throat. The warm taste of venom filled his mouth as he looked at Alice and then up to the crimson eyes of the newcomer.

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Tag ! alice and Jason
Word Count ! three-eight-eight
Lyrics ! Kelly Clarkson - whyyawannabringmedown
Watching ! Horse and Country – Bristish Open Showjumping
Notes ! sorry thats not the best. Hope you don’t mind me joining alice. Kai wanted me too.

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[jason whitechester --]

OOC}} Shorter than I'd like - have to leave soon >.<

This had to have been the coven Kate had been referring to. Dragging up the memory - the small green sign on the dull, flat highway - Forks. What a dull and uninteresting life these vampires must lead - so restricted by their species traits, although they'd probably chosen here for a reason. Keeping his gaze on the midget - who it seemed had chewed her way off her leash for the night and decided to go insult random other vampires. Fair idea, and generally Jase would have quite happily subjected to screwing over her emotions even more, willing her mind to release chemicals, making her Fight or Flight impulse demand her attention, and with humans, their heart rate rush a little, hammer in their throats - he could make their hearts over work and give out sometimes, but he'd [at first] decided against it - until she got unfriendly. In a fashion unnervingly like a bird of prey Jase tilted his head upon his shoulder, his scarlet eyes glowing up at her, tucked away in her bower. It was pretty useless - if he really wanted to, he'd just rip the tree out of the ground and own her, but the tree was relatively innocent. So with a quiet sigh, the air [warm to him and cool to humans] murmuring over his lips, Jase focused his attention on her. Emotions were patches of colour to him, dark blues and greys that he could darken or lighten at will. So, her adrenaline.. that was indigo. Anger, he lightened a bit, and fear he made worse, and stress was cranked up a bit too. Apparently because he'd grown up with so much negativity, he didn't get a chance to escape it now - the sheer clarity of those human memories, the horrific experience, had pretty much branded them onto his brain.

Oh, great. He still had to live with it.

There's more where I come from. Jase's lips curled into a cruel smirk, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Oh? You mean, there's more midgets who chewed through their leashes and came to make attempts at scaring off visitors?" He wasn't acting sarcastic, not at all - he even layered his voice with a honeyed cover of interest and curiosity, flashing her an attractive [yay, vampires] smile. "Oh, I'm not hungry - I just ate. Met one of your veggie friends, too." The crimson-eyed vampire didn't elaborate, didn't let on that he'd always known they were here - what Kate had told him. Jase would have gone on - he could have kept this up for a while - but he was distracted by the sounds of another vampire. Almost lazily his gaze slid to where Emmett had emerged from, dipping his head in if not greeting, acknowledgement. The dude was muscular, but Jase was too - they both had the same butch type frames that implied a lot of time spent doing some kind of physical labour. Folding his arms and remaining casual, Jase did nothing to the newcomers emotions yet - instead foxing his gaze back to the midget, whose name was unimportant to him. "So there'll be no massacre in Forks or anything clichè."

[Kate Kazakova]

[ OOC: Hope you don't mind me hoping in to join the fun. ]

Kate had settled into the quaint little room Esme had made ready for her within the Cullen's not-so-humble abode. She was happy to have such lovely extended family members. She unpacked what little she had brought with her, and emptied a few bags of brand new clothes that she had bought; hanging them up in the spacious closet.

Fiddling with the last hanger as she decided what else needed to be hung, she overhead the Cullen's speaking about Alice downstairs. She quirked an eyebrow slightly, and side-stepped toward her open doorway to listen more closely. Not that her vampiric senses really needed anymore help. She pursed her lips together, realizing that their quick murmurs were worries of their beloved pixie's safety. Something about a new vampire in the area? And they were sending in Emmett for back-up. It didn't take a long for Kate to piece Jason's name and face into the equation.

She sighed and glanced to the window across her room. Edward would probably let the rest of the family know Jason would be no harm to the family after Kate put in her two cents. She deftly walked over to the window and lifted it open with one hand; hopping out in one motion right after. She landed without so much as a squeak, taking off in a run towards the forest. She lifted her head to inhale deeply, picking up on the three vampires' scents immediately. She sped up, soon reaching their meeting spot. She slowed to a stop beside a tree between them, leaning against it and twirling a blonde curl around one finger.

"Well, well," she started, glancing to the her Cullen-shaped friends before letting her golden gaze fall on Jase. "You sure do know how to shake up a family with worries." She quirked a brow, "Are you trying to make enemies in my friends? For shame." She set her hands on her hips for a moment, looking at him.

"I haven't had to zap someone since I arrived, do you really want to be the first?" She smirked a moment, unable to be serious in all of her teasing of Jason. She figured he would take it all in jest, and then dish it right back. Unless the zapping comment threw him for a loop. Kate noticed that he often fumbled when new information got thrown in his direction. She looked back to Emmett and Alice, sliding her hands into her back pockets as she stepped closer to them all.

"He's okay, we had a chat the other night, we understand one another." She looked at Jase again and smiled for a moment, fully being able to accept the fact that not everyone can fight what they are. Kate refused to live the true vampiric lifestyle, but who was she to force that onto anyone else? So long as Jason left Forks' residents alone, she didn't see any reason to dislike him.