Strange Love

"Where are we going today, Korpa?"
"I don't know, Dakota. Where do you want to go?" I asked my younger brother.
"Can we go to the lake and look for Lions?" he asked, all happy.
Okay, before I go any farther let me explain a few things. Hi. I'm Korpa. The kid on my back is my younger half-brother, Dakota. We look like each other, a little. Same long black hair, long muscular figure, russet skin, and absolute beauty. Our only difference (besides our genders) is our eyes; mine are blue, and his are green. Oh, and our powers. Yes, I said powers. You see, Dakota and I are half vampire. Same father, different mothers. Anyway, I can see the future, but it's limited. I can only see the future of people I know. Dakota can change how you feel, but not just you, a whole room of people, it's pretty cool. And we can center in on peoples thoughts. We can survive on human food, but we prefer blood. Not human blood, animal blood. The scent of human blood is actually a little gross for us. We were going hunting today.
"Sure," I said as I ran.
"You hunt," I told him, as I set him down from my back, "I'm gonna Look."
"Yay!" Dakota shouted. "I get all the big Lions!" He kissed my cheek and ran.
I giggled as I sat down.
A few minutes later, I gasped. Dakota heard that.
"Korpa, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, in fact, everything's right!"
I explained my vision over the next month while we stowed away on a ship heading for Washington. My vision was about a coven of vampires who lived the same way as us. "Vegetarian" they called it. They even had a child just like us! The night we docked in Port Angeles Dakota and I snuck off the ship. Then we ran. I carried Dakota on my back, since I knew exactly where we were going.
The house was huge. Even bigger than it was in my vision. I went up and knocked on the door. It wasn't rude, if they were vampires, they wouldn't be asleep.
A woman with blond hair and gold eyes opened the door.
Why are her eyes gold? I heard Dakota ask with his thoughts.
I explained this already, I thought back.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hello, I am Korpa, and this is my brother, Dakota," I said. "I had a vision about you and your coven," I explained.
"EDWARD!" She yelled.
"She's telling the truth," a voice answered.
"By all means, let her in," said another.
"Them," I corrected automatically as I walked through the door.
A golden haired man walked up to me, his hand extended.
"Hello," he said, and I recognized his voice as the one who told the blond to let me in. "I'm Carlisle, and this is my family." He started to point them out.
"Emmett and Rosalie." A muscular black-haired male and the blond.
“Alice and Jasper.” A small black-haired pixie like girl and a tall blond male.
“My wife, Esme.” A motherly looking, caramel-haired woman.
“Edward, Bella, and Renesmee.” A bronze-haired male, a brunette with reddish gold eyes that I assumed was a newborn, and a brunette, chocolate eyed, little girl.
“Hello. I am Korpa and this is Dakota,” I said to them, putting my hand back to stroke Dakota’s cheek.
“Would you give us the honor of telling us your story?” Carlisle asked, gesturing to the couch.
I sat down. Dakota stayed on my back.
“Excuse me,” Edward said, “but, my daughter would like to play with your…son?” he guessed.
“Brother,” I smiled.
I don’t wanna play with her, I heard Dakota think, nervously.
I brought him around to my front, so he was sitting on my lap.
“It’s fine,” I whisper in his ear. “I’m sure she’s really nice.”
Dakota nodded as he got off my lap.
“Hello,” he said to Renesmee, “I’m Dakota.”
She reached out and touched his face. I jumped up, ran over, grabbed Dakota, and ran into the corner.
Renesmee looked upset.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I wasn’t trying to hurt him.”
“No,” I said. “I’m sorry. I’m very protective of my brother. He’s all I have.”
“Not anymore,” Esme said. “It would be an honor to have you as members of our family.”
“Do you mean it?” I said.
The idea was beautiful. Having a family, a place where I belonged, with people who understood me, who loved me…
“Yes,” Esme said, coming over and stroking my arm.
“Oh, thank you!” I yelled throwing my arms around her.
For a while everyone was hugging Dakota and I. When I finally pulled away, though, I looked at Esme.
“So, what should I call you? Esme? Mom? Auntie Esme?”
“Whatever you prefer,” she replied.
“Oh, could I call you mom? I never had one,” I asked excitedly.
“Would you?”
“You mean I can? Oh, thank you, Es- Mom. What about you?” I said, turning to Carlisle, “Can I call you dad?”
“If you wish.”
“WHAT ABOUT ME?!?!” Dakota yelled from the floor.
Esme picked him up.
“You can call me mom too,” she said.
“YAY!” he screamed, kissing her cheek.
We all sat down again, with Nessie (as I learned she was nicknamed) and Dakota playing on the floor, and I told them my story.
When I was done I was tired.
“Here,” Edward said, “Bella I think it’s time to take Nessie home. And Korpa, Dakota, follow me.”
“Wait up, Edward,” Alice said, following us.
“Oh, yes, Alice. They will need new clothes.”
New clothes? We were going to sleep! Why would we need new clothes?
Alice brought Dakota and I to her room, which had a HUGE closet, by the way. It was a little difficult to find clothes for us, as she didn’t have any little boy clothes (Dakota was about the size of a five or six year old), and I was taller than all the girls, and I had, like, zero figure. Eventually, though, we got into some things that I learned were called pajamas and crawled into this thing called a bed. (It’s the one Edward got for Bella in Eclipse). Dakota curled up against my side and fell asleep. Tomorrow we would meet this “pack” of “wolves”. I didn’t exactly get that part, but I was so tired I fell right asleep.