Pandora

Chapter I:

Phantom City

Disclaimer: All the fiction found here is reasonably in character and does not contradict information given in Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, or on the Twilight Lexicon personal chats. Everything and anything related to the Twilight saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fiction based on her writings.

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To my editor, YanaTG: A very huge thank you for editing the whole Pandora story so that you don't have to suffer from my terrible grammar mistakes! I can't thank her enough for helping me out by using her free time on top of her own work!

Edited by YanaTG and updated on 11/05/2020

Volterra, Italy.

Population: 11,042.

She always wanted to take a break off school and travel, but it wasn't after her rather dramatic break-up with Mark that set her off to the right rail. She couldn't bear to be in Forks – the gloomy, unfamiliar town that felt just as unfamiliar as the first day the young Jessica stepped into Forks. She wanted something different for once or she would go crazy.

Jessica didn't know what made her choose this beautiful town out of all places she could have chosen; she'd been dreaming about being in Paris, wondering around with all the latest fashion and enjoying the bright night view– not here, in a walled mountaintop town in Tuscany. Cities were all about wine and food in which romance and fashion resigned. The countrysides, on the other hand, were nestled in rolling hills, olive groves, vineyards, and picturesque medieval towns where sunny afternoons flew gently into easy laid-back evenings.

Enjoying the quiet night sky as the stars above her head came out to play and twinkle like small diamonds studded in the dark blanket, she found night to be calming ever since a child – not scary or fearful like many other children seemed to believe; there was nothing to be afraid of the dark because there was nothing in the dark that could harm her.

Jessica closed her eyes in bliss as the calm wind blew through her hair. Unlike Forks, the night was so peaceful. Quiet. Something that was rare in Forks and other places she visited. The beautiful town held that comfortable country side atmosphere unlike the noisy Forks bustling with lousy teenagers wasting themselves away with alcohol and drugs. Not that she had the right to say anything about their chosen lifestyle.

The whole town was asleep, apart from dim street lights, only nothingness seemed to inhibit here. So silent that she could hear the rustling of trees from the outer walls of the town faintly.

There was a slight rustling from her left side she normally wouldn't be able hear if it wasn't for the silence. Jessica slowly turned her head, small fear sparking to life as awareness of being a petite girl whom with little knowledge of self-defensive strategy, was exposed and alone in the night with very few lights and no cameras in sight. While she was far from that ditzy girl from horror movies being killed because of a ditzy move, she had a good common sense even though it was hard to resist the temptation of this tranquil experience.

She was sure someone was there hidden in the darkness. Thought proving to be true, the figure stepped into the silvery moon light. From the tall, lean yet lithe stature, it was a male adorned in all black and a hood over his face; too dark to make out any distinctive looks.

For a moment, their eyes seemed to meet in the dark before he sharply turned and headed toward the clock tower. Good, as long as he kept his distance she wouldn't have to try her laughably feeble boxing moves.

He glanced over his shoulder, as though to check her attention upon him and she feigned ignorance, shrugging off the lingering interest and returning back to her night sky watch. Satisfied, he opened the doors before stepping inside and closing it behind him.

The next day, she started off her morning with touring around the beautiful town. Pinacoteca (Art Gallery) was the first place she stepped in, admiring the expressive legacies left behind by famous painters and artists that graced through the history.

The gallery was spacious, huge and maze-like that she could only explore less than quarter of the whole collections within the time she gave herself. The brief disappointment vanished when Jessica found a family café 'L'Incontro' that was designed to give off homely atmosphere Jessica sought ever since she came here.

She brought one of articulately made pastry and cappuccino drawn with heart shape made from milk drops, almost too hesitant to drink such pretty art form. She snapped the picture to preserve the image.

Jessica was greeted by the owner of the place who also acted as manager/employee, Leo – a middle aged man who was married and had a daughter of her age who often helped out his place. Jessica soon found herself laughing at the man's jokes, he reminded of her father – obviously loved his family very much, humorous, very protective of their only daughter yet loved to humiliate their daughter with embarrassing, awkward childhood stories.

She soon said goodbye, finishing her meal with a promise she'll come back later to have their famous homemade Spaghetti Bolognese.

Later, Jessica found herself at a strange place she wondered into outside the town's wall. Maybe she was being too adventurous on her first day. Now she didn't know how to get out of the lovely garden of sorts she found by accident. She doubted the long-time inhabitants even knew this place. She was absolutely and completely lost.

But those worrying thoughts were repressed as Jessica began to take in the surroundings. It was tranquil and isolated; a perfect place. A haven away from the world.

She took a seat on Gothic designed metal bench, opened her bag and took out her novel she needed to read: 'Tess of the d'Urbervilles' a rather depressing book she heard, not to mention she saw the drama too. She preferred happy endings.

Too engrossed by the novel, the concept of time was soon forgotten until the sent start to set and there were overlapping murmurs heading toward her direction. But it wasn't until the most melodic voice she ever heard interjected and spoke up from the crowd did she look up in surprise.

"Now, stay together, everyone." The light, soprano voice struck through Jessica and she was sure its owner was just as beautiful as the voice was.

And she was. So so much more.

The woman wore a dark crimson dress that flattered and hugged her die-for hourglass figure; flowing, lustrous mahogany hair and long legs any model would sell their soul to the devil for. The gorgeous woman was dazzling, even more so than Rosalie Hale – another girl Jessica knew that was more stunning than any celebrities she saw in the TV and magazines.

When the mysteriously beautiful woman noticed her, Jessica flinched nervously, jaw gaping, mouth wide open and eyes bulged like a fish out of water. The woman looked surprised to find her there but quickly replaced it with a smile as she graced – not walk – the floor effortlessly toward her.

"Hello." Her voice rang in Jessica's ears like clarion church bells.

"..Hi.." It came out horribly weak and squeaky in response.

"I am Heidi." She had an exotic name too all suiting her beauty, "Yours'?"

"Jessica. Jessica Stanley." Jessica shook her head nervously; her name sounded so ordinary and dull against Heidi's.

Heidi beamed at her, "Pleasure. You are not from here are you not?"

Jessica nodded, for some whatever reason, she was compelled to tell the truth. Hell, if she asked for her credit card PIN, she'd gladly give her if it made her happy. All of this was too familiar, a flash of déjà vu as she re-experienced the first time she saw the Cullens and couldn't help but be spellbound by their otherworldly perfection.

"You don't happen to know the Cullens right?" Jessica suddenly blurted out.

The question sounded so silly. Just because one seemed to share something in common didn't mean they had some sort of connections but something told her they might this time. Almost every day, Jessica wondered how the hell they weren't famous because just by their looks alone they could make it to the cover page of Vogue with a flick of a finger but instead they settled in an obscure, boring, rural town for an ordinary – no, a less glamorous life instead.

The Cullens probably wouldn't have an extended family in Italy, although she surmised if they did and they were all genetically gifted just like Dr. and Mrs. Cullen, they'd settle for somewhere fashionable like Paris or Italy – well to be fair, they never revealed much about themselves to others except Bella and mostly kept to themselves but she came all the way here and certainly did not take 11 hours flight just so her self-esteem could take a punch in the gut.

Heidi's cordial face faltered, replaced by something Jessica identified as recognition and shock. So she knew the Cullens?

"You know the Cullens?" She asked, wonderfully surprised.

Jessica nodded.

Smiling pleasantly, Heidi shook her head in disbelief, "What a surprise! If they told us their friend was coming over here, I'd have made time to show you Volterra's most beautiful sides."

"I don't really know them," Jessica told, shrugging her shoulder, "I mean they are not the most sociable people I know. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's kids goes to my school but I don't really talk to them, they are quite weird. Especially Alice."

The tension in Heidi's shoulders slacked ever so slightly and tilted her head to the side, "I see. Well you see, I must get going for my groups are getting quite restless, but it was a privilege to talk to you. Hope we.. can meet once again in the future."

Directing her attention over Heidi's shoulders, there was probably about twenty or thirty groups of tourists in their very obvious and stereotypical tourist fashion: waist purse, large backpack, hats, cameras but no souvenir of sorts. Wasn't that what many tourists would actually have on them on their visitation?

Heidi approached the group once again and they, even the children, all stared at her with the same star-struck gaze Jessica probably looked like at the beginning. Passing the bench Jessica was sitting on, Heidi led them toward the door.

Before opening the door, Heidi glanced over at her, "Oh, this is a private property, Jessica, no outsiders allowed without a permit. I am sorry for the inconvenience."

Jessica felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, shaking her head and hastily gathering her belonging and shoving it to her cross-bag, "Um, no! It was my fault for intruding – I-I didn't know. I'll go."

She sped walked to the way the tourists came but not before espying Heidi closing the door after everyone had entered. Their eyes clashed and the beautiful woman gave her a final dazzling smile.

Somehow, it unnerved her.

Jessica checked her watch and was surprised to see it was already seven in the afternoon. She should get back to her hotel room now since it was already quite dark. Using her phone flash light to guide her feet, she carefully stepped down the stairs.

Turning and twisting through labyrinth like ambiguous constructions, her confidence of finding back out to the main street was quickly disappearing. The tall walls and trees meant very little light reached the ground and her torch light was still too dim against the heavy darkness that she had to focus on her feet to prevent herself from stumbling down the rocky, uneven floor. Jessica wasn't sure how long she struggled through her way, eyes glued to the floor when she bounced against a hard wall, slipping backward and her backside hit the bottom hard.

No one should be here at this hour but the hard wall shouldn't have felt like soft wool.

Slowly tilting up the phone light to the object, shoes coming into her sight then long legs clad in dark fitted trouser, Jessica gasped when she realized it was someone – not something – that she hit, "I'm so sorry! It was dark and I wasn't looking where I was going."

She was hoping it was just a normal person and not some psycho or even a mafia or something like that. Jessica looked up to see the person's reaction but they seemed to dislike the harsh phone flashlight and quickly lowered them back to their legs. It was brief but the person had a dark coat and a hood over him–

"You-are you the person from yesterday night?" She asked, lifting herself into a stand and apologizing, "Sorry, forget that. I'm really sorry. Um, I'm really lost, if you don't mind- please tell me where to go."

The man studied her for a moment and Jessica wondered if he was just as lost as she was.

"It's fine, don't worry, I'll find a way." She side stepped around him, stepping down until the road split into two. Which one would lead her to the right road and which one would lead her to the wrong end? Right or Left?

Jessica turned to her right, about to step around the arc until a voice stopped her.

"Left."

She stopped, turning around and looking up at the man with puzzled expression.

"You are going the wrong way; left." His tenor tone was suave and smooth with hint of English accent. She imagined if sirens were to speak, they'd do so with his voice.

"Oh.." Jessica muttered sheepishly and with a grateful nod, pivoted to the left.

"Thank you." She thanked before disappearing off the corner.

The next few days, she kept her eyes out for Heidi for a reason completely unknown to her. She hoped she could see few of the tourists that were with Heidi but bizarrely, she couldn't spot those people in the crowds. Not even Heidi. There were a few things she wanted to ask.

What was her relationship with the Cullens?

Were they a family? Are there other members of the family living here?

Where were all the tourists? Did they all go back?

An ominous feeling tugged the back of her mind and she began to worry. Something wasn't quite right. There was no valid, probable concern why these doubtful feelings were rousing inside her but for a tour guide, she wasn't really dressed as the part. Normally, the tour guide would be dressed for a long distant walk.

Having decided a plan, Jessica stood up from the bench in the town square and trotted toward the familiar maze.

Wait–should she be really here? Jessica wondered as she stared at the closed door. The need to know what was behind that doorway was undeniably compulsive and almost forbidden. Carefully stepping to the door, starting up the small stairs, she soon came face to face with the ancient wood.

"I believe Heidi had told you not to come here again." A familiar voice drawled lazily.

She jerked toward the source, finding the same man standing down the stair, still wearing the dark cloak and hood over his face.

"I was–what's behind this door?" Jessica demanded feebly.

"A matter that is none of your concern." He coldly replied, stepping up to face her.

Jessica narrowed her eyes, darting between the mystery man and the door, "So can I go in? What will happen when I go in?"

She was only replied with a smirk, "If that is your wish," He gestured his arm to the door, "Go ahead."

If this human did step in, it only suited his need rather than hers'.

Jessica's hand wearily approached the door and grasped on the door knob. Her mind was screaming there was something much more sinister behind this door that only separated her from whatever dark secrets there was. But at the corner of her mind, the curiosity probed against her better judgment.

Curiosity kills the cat, her conscious said.

But the satisfaction brings it back, her mind retorted.

Ring

Ring

The dull, metallic sound of her phone ringtone rang loudly, startling her out of the inner monologue. The screen name flashed: Bella.

Swiping the call button, she brought the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Jessica, are you okay?!"

Jessica's brows furrowed as she registered the alarming desperation in Bella's voice, "Um..duh? Why has someone called you saying that I was kidnapped?" She joked, giving a light laugh. Slight shuffling could be heard before the masculine voice replaced Bella's.

"Jessica, get out of there."

"Edward? What–"

"Get out. Go somewhere that is crowded – anywhere but there!"

Did someone actually called them saying she was kidnapped?

"I don't understand–" The phone was abruptly taken from Jessica's hand as Alec held it to his ears and with the smooth but demanding tone overridden with threat.

"Edward, please compose yourself. I am at my most controlled self; you are making it look more suspicious."

Jessica could hear the muffled shouts of protests over the phone before it was swiftly cut as Alec pressed the end call button and handed it back to her.

"You know Edward?"

"Of course. He had visited us once with..Bella." He smirked, teasingly. "Come. I will accompany you back – if you still wish to."

Jessica realized he was gesturing to the doors and thus, with a face of defeat, she backed away.

"Good choice." The unsuspecting human followed behind him as he guided her back to the town square and made sure she didn't linger by.

"I'm Jessica." She introduced, finding the silence too awkward.

"Alec." His reply after a brief pause was short as if contemplating to give her his name or not.

Jessica concluded he had a rather quiet nature yet could be lively and teasing at times, "So, what's the deal with you and Edward? He sounded like he was talking to his public enemy number 1." She never heard him so angry like that.

"Feelings are mutual I suppose."

She nodded and just as she was about to ask another question, her phone began to buzz furiously. The screen read Bella. Accepting the call and pressing the phone to her ear, she was met with bombarding jumbles of words, sob and yelling.

"B-Bella, calm down! A-are you alrigh––I-I'm fine! W-What's wrong? I said I'm fine! What's going on?" Jessica's frown deepened, frightened by the sound of her hysteria. Did someone die? Did something happen to her parents? Did something happen to Bella?

"Jessica?" Edward asked.

"Yeah, I'm here. What's going on? Is she okay?"

"Everything's fine. We're just worried that the phone call got disconnected suddenly. Are you alright?"

Shooting a wearied look at Alec, she replied, "Uh…yeah…I'm alive and kicking. I mean..thanks for worrying though."

Another moment of silence on the line followed by a rustle as the phone exchanged hands and Bella's quivering voice were heard.

"A-are you alright?"

"Yeah..I think I should be asking you that question. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, sorry for making you worry but the phone got cut before I could speak to you again so I panicked that something might have happened."

"Well, I'm still with Alec and I'm safe."

"A-alright, what is he doing?"

Jessica took another look at Alec who patiently stood still and doing nothing that warranted their worries, "Um…just standing?"

"O-okay. Call me if you get home alright?"

"Okay, I will."

"Promise me."

"Promise." Jessica said, "I'm hanging up, okay?"

"Okay, speak to you later."

"Bye." Jessica reluctantly pressed the red phone symbol and returned her phone into her back pocket, "Well that was weird."

Alec wordlessly gestured toward the wider path, stepping aside to let her through first. But something in her didn't want him behind her where she couldn't see his movements and hung back. Suppressing the trepidation and feigning a brave face, she stepped forward and began to walk. Her head inclined over her shoulder to keep his profile in the corner of her eyes and her ears tuned in to the sound of his rhythmic footsteps matching her owns. He seemed like he was almost floating rather than walking, there was hardly any sound of his footsteps like feathers landing on the floor. He was a ghost, haunting her from the darkness yet she was very aware of his hovering presence. Almost overwhelming.

She caught a whiff of his scent, noting it was as lovely as the Cullens'. Intoxicating and alluring like the carnivorous flowers with notes of perfume she couldn't immediately identify.

Who are you? She thought.

When she looked up, they had arrived at the main street scuttling with the passer-by.

"Thanks for––" There was a slight breeze of wind passing through her hair and when she turned around, he had disappeared, "Guiding me…" She finished in shock.

Where had he gone in such a short time?

Bella sighed as she pocketed her phone, turning around to face the worrying stares of the Cullens', "She seems fine..for now."

Edward stepped forward, holding her hands with his cold ones, "Bella, if she's alright, then she is fine. Stop troubling yourself and relax."

"But Alice saw it. She saw–" Bella couldn't even finish her sentence when Edward understood. He saw Alice's vision as clear as she had.

"Bella, remember my visions are not accurate and can change according to people's choice." Alice added with the intention to soothe Bella's worry but even she could not hide the look of uncertainty.

Bella had been with Alice and Edward when she received her vision; the image flashed passed through her eyes in fast speed but it was crystal clear what was happening.

Jessica standing in the center of the familiar large throne room, Alec grasping Jessica's arm tightly before Aro stepped down with cruel smile. He bites her neck before Alec ravages her in animal-like fashion until the last drop of her blood dropped from his lip and coats the floor with crimson – the colour of his eyes. Alice was staring into the lifeless eye of Jessica Stanley.

Edward alerted Bella who immediately acted up on her worry and called Jessica to confirm her safety.

Alice saw the fear in Bella;'s gaze relax a little as Jessica seemed fine although confused about the sudden call until another sort of fear held her and rambled out in almost incoherent words. Edward took the phone, who was more calm and in control. He commanded her to get out of wherever she was to the place with crowds but then her whole form went cold when she heard a familiar drawling voice that wasn't Jessica's. It was Alec's.

Edward shouted out his protest against Alec's more swift and calculating response until the call was disconnected followed by menacing dial-tones. The blood left Bella's face, making her almost as pale as the vampires in the room. Bella snatched the phone from Edward's hand and pressed Jessica's number with shaking fingers.

It was only an hour later when Jessica had called back to say she was safe in her room that Bella began to calm down and her lip biting became less frequent throughout the days.

Jessica spent most of her days dreaded with boredom, mostly rolling in her bed and staring at her ceiling. An empty tube of ice cream sat next to her tattered book, Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Overwhelmed with frustration, she put the empty tube on the bed side table before pulling the sheet up to her face, burying herself deeply into the comfortable abyss she was in.

The peace was short lived.

Ring

Just ignore it.. She hoped the caller would get the idea she was unavailable and cut the call short, praying the other side with the prolonged dial tones will come to realize she had absolutely no will to pick up the mobile. The caller would probably be either her family or friends, and if they knew Jessica Stanley; they'd know she had her phone 24/7, regardless night, day, time or other situations, she'd never ignore the phone ringing more than once.

Ring

She could feel her eyebrow twitch with annoyance as the phone kept on ringing, each sound of the ringtone seemed to magnify a hundred times more.

Ring

Jessica took in a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated back into her slumber, reminding herself the comfortable world she was in.

Ring–

Her hand clawed the mechanic, swiped the screen angrily and pulled it to her ear, "Hello?!" Her greeting was half shout and half growl.

"Jessica? It's Bella. Are you OKAY? She sounds OKAY."

Jessica knew Bella was probably confirming her well-being to those around her; listening to the conversations.

"Yes, Bella. I'm OKAY, I don't know why you are having a panic attack; I'm gonna have a panic attack 'cause of you. Whoever called you saying I was dead or drowned or hung or burnt alive or something is probably not true because I sure as hell am not talking to you from my grave."

She could hear sigh of relief over the phone.

"I'm glad...you're safe. Jessica, just..just stay away from danger there."

Jessica rolled her eyes, "Yes, mother, I'll say no when someone ask me to follow them to their van for a candy(!)"

"I'm not kidding! Jessica..just promise me you'll-no, come back! Come back to Forks."

"Come back? Bella, the whole reason why I'm travelling is to get out of the Forks, not come back in." Jessica's voice lowered, "Is this the incident about Alec yesterday?"

"Alec? He told you his name?" There was unbelieving tone in Bella's voice as if she didn't believe her ears or the person she was speaking to right now.

"Yes, Bella. Most people do. It's a number one rule in something called introduction-slash-ice breaker." Jessica bit out the sarcasm, wanting to sleep.

"..So he didn't hurt you?"

Jessica frowned, gawking at the phone as if she was seeing Bella face to face, "Is he supposed to? Did you call me expecting me to be in a hospital or a morgue? Wait, is hurting people some kind of custom in Italy because I heard you can't make V shape with your fingers in front of Italian people because that means their boyfriend or girlfriend is cheating on them or whatever."

Bella laughed over the phone, seems her little nervous tick was passing, "No..well I don't think so anyway. Jessica when are you coming back to Forks?"

"Well..." She bit her lip in thoughtful thinking, "Soon..I guess. Although I have a year to spare and get some experience for my credits but being in Italy is so not helping so I might cut my 'vacation' early."

"Oh that's cool. Well, I'll speak to you soon, OK?"

Small smile appeared on Jessica at Bella's worry for her, "Yea, thanks for worrying though. You're better than my parent." She can imagine Bella smiling over the phone. With quick but fond goodbyes, she hung up and closed her eyes.

Bella grew agitated when she wouldn't pick up at the first ring like she always did. Maybe they came for her later, the thought ran through her mind with dread. To her relief, Jessica sounded fine and normal with her usual sarcasm. She registered no pain or fear in her voice. She knew from Edward, Carlisle's century long happy friendship with the Volturi leader, Aro, and Alice had explained that they never kill the inhabitants of Volterra; tourists or not, they don't like risking even the tiniest chance and brought their 'food' from places that was quite far away. Even so, Bella bit her lip, hard enough for it to bleed.

The nagging anxiety in the back of her mind didn't reside one bit.

The next time she met the mystery boy again was through pure coincidence. She didn't expect to see him again but when she did, she felt an odd sense of happiness at the somewhat familiar face.

"Hey!" She called out from a distance, "Alec!"

The boy stilled at the sound of his name. With the fall of darkness and overshadowing hood, she couldn't see his face but she was sure it was him. But he resumed his gait toward the hill, ignoring her. Jessica raised a brow at the blatant act of snub. Rude she thought as her legs carried toward him.

By the time she reached where he once stood, he had disappeared.

"So rude." She muttered with a disapproving shake and turned back around when a figure emerged from the corner. Her phone clattered to the floor and she prayed her screen hadn't cracked from the collision.

"Who is rude?" He asked, "Is it not considered rude to trail someone?"

"I wasn't trailing!" She denied, "And isn't it rude to ignore someone when they call out your name?!"

"I didn't hear you." He lied.

"Yeah, looks like you didn't hear me(!)"

"What do you want?" He asked audibly impatient. The tone surprised her. He usually sounded friendly.

"I don't know." She honestly said, "Is it weird for me to say you just remind me of the Cullens'? You're...weird."

"Ah, you said that several times." He tilted his head, "Is that all?"

"You don't really get along with people do you?" Jessica suddenly asked.

"I'm not interested." He shrugged off.

"I don't know...you just got that..lonely vibe, you know."

"You're wrong." His voice changed from a detached tone to harsher intonation.

It seemed she made him angry and for a moment, she preferred him angry. He seemed..like a person.

"So you can get angry.." The word slipped out of her mouth before she could register it.

The corner of his lip twitched, "What did you say?"

"Huh, oh, shit, no, I didn't mean to say that." Jessica backed away as he stepped forward, "Sorry, goodnight, bye!"

As she twisted around, one of her leg tangled around her other ankle and knocked her off balance as she felt herself falling. Clenching her eyes and bracing for painful impact, her hands desperately searched for something to grab on. Then something firm hooked around her wrist and pulled her back on her feet.

With incredible speed, his arm shot out to wrap its fingers around her wrist and one thing she noticed foremost was how icy to the touch his skin was against hers'. It was frighteningly cold. Almost like a corpse.

"Are you always this cold?" She asked, noting to his skin temperature rather than his character.

Alec took back his arm just as fast as he reached out and Jessica blinked at the speed which he did. She almost missed it and thought with mild astonishment, what a fast reflex.

"I think it's good if you go." He said with the absence of his usual friendly tone.

Jessica wanted to see his eyes that was always hidden by his hood and slightly bent down without being too noticeable. He smoothly turned slightly and lowered his chin, barring her catching a potential glance.

She frowned, confused by his actions. What was he hiding? Was he..deformed somehow? Did he have lazy eyes? Could he be blind?

"Look, I know we are basically strangers, but..I'm not going to judge whatever. I knew people who did morally questionable things when they got drunk so..yeah I did low key judged them but it was low key…"

"Go." He impatiently said.

"Okay, goodbye." She turned and carefully stepped down the stone stairs. When she arrived on the ground, Jessica glanced back and saw that the mystery boy had been standing in the same spot and if his eyes were not covered, they'd have met.

What a weird boy. She thought. There was something unnerving about him like the Cullens'. They looked normal..well in sense that they had two arms, two legs, a nose, a lip and two eyes just like her but there was something that set her apart from them that she just couldn't identify. It was like they were different - a world different.

Alec broke the contact, turned on his heels and stalked away.

Edited by YanaTG and updated on 11/05/2020