All for my jolly sailor

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 air inside the house felt heavier now, the walls seeming to press in as tension crackled like a live wire between the people standing in the cramped living room. Rain stood beside the dark-skinned woman with piercing pale blue eyes—eyes that mirrored her own—and there was an undeniable connection between them, something ancient and unspoken.

Bella stared, disbelief etched across her face as she stood partially shielded by Edward, his posture tense, protective. Jacob stood beside them, his body coiled, and ready, sharp eyes fixed on the newcomer. Erian, however, leaned casually against the arm of the couch, arms crossed over his chest and wearing a grin that was almost... proud.

"Rain..." Bella's voice wavered slightly as she spoke, her gaze flickering between the two women. "Who's this?"

Rain turned her head slowly, her oceanic eyes locking with Bella's before her lips curled into a small, almost reverent smile. "My sister... Donna."

The name hung in the air like a curse, sharp and heavy. Donna's pale blue eyes flicked toward Bella and the others, and her lip curled slightly, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light as her grip on Rain's arm tightened ever so slightly.

Edward shifted subtly in front of Bella, his golden eyes narrowing with cold calculation. Jacob growled low in his throat, the sound barely audible but carrying a clear warning.

Donna let out a sharp snarl, her throat vibrating with a sound that wasn't entirely human. Her shoulders hunched slightly, her long fingers flexing as if she were moments away from striking. Hatred burned in her pale blue eyes as she stared them down, unblinking, assessing each one of them as if deciding who to take out first.

"Donna," Rain said softly, placing her hand over her sister's tightening grip. "They're not our enemies."

Donna's gaze snapped back to Rain, and for a moment, her face softened—just a fraction, but it was enough to show the depth of trust she had in her sister. Then, her eyes returned to the others, sharp and unyielding.

"They reek of distrust," Donna said, her voice like velvet soaked in saltwater, low and predatory. "This one—" she pointed a slender, claw-like finger at Edward "—is a vampire."

Edward's jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

"And he—" she shifted her glare to Jacob, her nose wrinkling as if she had caught a foul scent "—stinks of wet fur and bad decisions."

Jacob's lip curled, and Bella instinctively placed a hand on his arm to keep him steady.

Donna's eyes finally landed on Bella, and the sharpness in them intensified. The scrutiny felt like being pinned under a predator's gaze. "And you... you fear me. I can smell it on you, little human." Bella swallowed thickly, refusing to step back despite the chill racing down her spine. "You attacked humans, didn't you?" she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her fingers. "That's why you're here. That's why you're being hunted."

"Bella," Rain said sharply, her voice carrying an edge that cut through the thick air. "Enough."

But Donna's focus remained locked on Bella, her pale blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable—something dark. "You're clever, little girl," Donna said slowly, taking a deliberate step forward. "But you don't know me. You don't know the hunger, the cold, the ache in your bones when the sea sings and you can't answer her call. You don't know what it's like to survive."

"Stop," Rain said again, louder this time, stepping between Donna and Bella. "She doesn't understand. They don't understand."

For a long, heavy moment, Donna stared at her sister, her expression unreadable. Then, with a slow exhale, she stepped back, her predatory stance softening ever so slightly.

"They won't understand, Rain," Donna said bitterly. "They'll only fear us. Hunt us. That's what they do."

Rain closed her eyes briefly, a flicker of pain crossing her features before she nodded.

Bella glanced at Edward, whose stance remained rigid, and then at Jacob, whose teeth were clenched so tightly his jaw looked ready to snap. She finally met Rain's eyes, her voice low but firm.

"I don't trust her," Bella said flatly.

Without another word, Donna turned and stalked to the far corner of the room. The tension didn't fade with her movement—it lingered, heavy and suffocating.

Rain sighed before Erian walked behind her and rubbed her shoulders up and down trying to sooth her and kissed her neck, "Talk to her, droplet " With that he kissed her cheek and walked out with the three following after him.

The kitchen was bathed in the faint golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the floor. The hum of the refrigerator was the only sound as Rain stood at the threshold, watching her sister move with a predator's grace through the modest space. Donna's sharp, pale blue eyes flicked across the room, taking in every detail—the worn wooden cabinets, the scattered tea mugs, the faint scent of cinnamon and honey lingering in the air.

"Sister," Rain spoke softly, her voice carrying a weight of caution and care.

Donna turned, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall, her eyes locking onto Rain's with an intensity that felt ancient and unyielding.

"They will help," Rain said gently, stepping closer. "Charlie and Erian... they'll help us. Help with our food. With protecting us."

Donna tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharp and dissecting as if she were peeling back every word Rain spoke to search for deceit. "Help?" she echoed, her voice like a breeze rolling across a moonlit ocean—soft but carrying a biting chill.

Rain exhaled and moved to the table, lowering herself into one of the chairs. She wrapped her slender fingers around a steaming mug of tea, the warmth grounding her. "Yes, help," she said again, more firmly this time.

Donna followed, prowling across the floor before lowering herself into the chair opposite Rain. The two sisters, reflections of one another—two halves of a broken mirror—stared across the table, their connection both fragile and unbreakable.

Donna's hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around Rain's mug. She brought it to her lips but paused, her sharp teeth catching the faint steam curling from the liquid. "You like them," she said, her voice low, almost accusing. Her pale eyes flickered up to Rain's. "You're like them."

With a sharp flick of her wrist, Donna turned the mug and poured its contents onto the floor, the tea splashing against the tiles and seeping into the cracks.

Rain froze. Her chest rose and fell sharply as her lips parted slightly, her nostrils flaring. A guttural snarl escaped her throat, raw and primal, her sharp teeth briefly flashing under the kitchen light.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Neither of them moved, their gazes locked in a feral standoff, the invisible string between them pulled taut and ready to snap.

Then Donna rose from her chair, her movements slow and deliberate, her hands resting flat on the table as she leaned forward. "No human helped me, Rain," she said, her voice trembling with quiet fury. "No warm hands. No soft words. No help."

Her voice cracked slightly as her hand rose to her throat, her slender fingers brushing against her skin before trailing down to her wrist. Rain's sharp gaze followed, her eyes widening slightly, her lips parting in shock.

With a faint sigh, Donna turned around and lifted her heavy curtain of black hair, baring the back of her neck. A jagged, cruel scar marred the smooth expanse of her skin, the edges still inflamed, as though the wound had never truly healed. The sight of it spoke of violence—of steel against fragile flesh, of cruelty without remorse.

Rain stood slowly, her hands trembling slightly as she approached her sister. "Who..." she whispered, her voice breaking. "Who did this to you?"

Donna let her hair fall back over the wound before turning her head slightly, her eyes softening, but only just. "A man who caught fish," she said simply, her voice flat. "A man who thought he could tame the sea."

The weight of her words pressed down on Rain, and she felt her chest tighten painfully. With slow, deliberate movement, Rain stepped closer and placed her forehead against Donna's shoulder, her arms wrapping gently around her sister's waist.

"I'm sorry," Rain whispered, her voice trembling like the fragile ripple of water across a still pond.

For a moment, Donna stood frozen, her body rigid and unyielding. But then, slowly, her shoulders sagged, and she rested her hand on Rain's arm. It wasn't an embrace—not fully—but it was enough.

The silence returned, but it was different this time—softer, warmer, like the gentle hush of the ocean tide retreating back into the vastness of the sea.

The two sisters stood there, surrounded by the fading light of the evening, their shadows stretching across the floor as they clung to the fragile connection between them—a bond forged in salt, blood, and survival.

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By: SilverMist707

I know I haven't posted a lot for this book but I plan to go back on track and more moments between the sisters. <3