6: Uninvited

Three tall men, dressed in dark cloaks, stopped upon seeing the girls and simply stared. “Why have we stopped?” called a male voice from behind them. Suddenly, a man appeared from behind them, though they followed him like a shadow. “Ah. Company.” Rosalie and Alice looked at each other then back to the men. “No need to fear” the man that had come from behind the three much larger ones said. “We come in peace.”
“All of you?” Rosalie asked wearily, eyeing the three men suspiciously.
The man smiled and turned to the trio. “Stand down” he said firmly, though his tone had a softness to it. He then sighed and turned around and said “boys you really are being rude” to the enormous carriage. Out stepped two very different men: one was 6’2’’ with neat reddish brown hair, it barley kicked out in the front and lay straight and flat in the back. Like Rosalie and Alice, he had pale skin, from what they could see on his face and hands as he was dressed in plain black calças, calças compridas and a white camisa with a capa that hung open freely. The first two buttons of his camisa were open and the start of a finely tuned body were underneath it. Although it was hard to pinpoint, he appeared to be anywhere from his mid to late twenties.
The segundo was an inch or so taller than the first one, his hair was dark gold, silky and straight, his skin mirrored the other man’s to a tee. His clothes were mais neutral than the other’s, plain faded blue Levi jeans and a dark black t-shirt that hugged his body tightly and showed the tight muscle that was underneath it. He appeared to be either the same age as the man or slightly younger though it was hard to tell.
“You know boys, introductions would be nice” said the first man, though he seemed younger than the other two men.
“You first” said the one with the reddish-brown hair. He looked at Alice first, his eyes showing faint interest before they drifted to Rosalie. It was then when she noticed the color: slightly darker than her own but light enough to not be considered dark brown.
“Fine” the man sighed heavily. “Ladies, my name is Tristan Carmichael. Since these two are not going to do it, I’ll introduce them as well. This man” he said gesturing to the dark haired one “is Michael Hale.”
“Lieutenant Hale” he said proudly, flashing pearly whites that would make even anjos weep.
“Right. And this one is David Hale. Major Hale, I mean” he quickly corrected himself. Rosalie’s eyes were wide as she heard the names, drifting slowly from one to the other.
“Can’t be” she said softly. She turned to Michael and walked towards him. As if he understood what she wanted, he lifted the sleeve of his left capa and pulled the sleeve of his camisa up to his shoulder, turning his arm so the back of it faced her. She gently traced his forearm until she found it: the small but impossible to miss scar that was shaped like a hook almost midway on his forearm. “Oh my god” she said softly, backing away from him and moving closer to Alice.
“Surprise, sis. Surprise” Michael said dryly, fixing his clothes before he folded his arms across his chest and stared. He heard Tristan growl under his breath quietly, swearing softly. “What?” he asked, turning to face him.
“Where is he?” he asked the two men. Michael rolled his eyes and David chuckled faintly. “I don’t find this funny” he said sharply. He turned his face to the sky and softly whispered “Come out wherever you are.”
The five stood there, though all they heard was the sounds of the forest surrounding them: the quiet sounds of jays and an occasional crow, cicadas sang, and mother nature herself was talking, whispering softly through the trees. Tristan growled quietly under his breath, though it wasn’t human, it didn’t sound like a vampire either. At last, a light airy laugh cut through the trees and back down to the five of them. “No” Rosalie hissed quietly. “No. Can’t be.” The laugh came again, sending a shiver down her spine; it appeared much closer this time.
At last he glided towards them from the east, though his feet seemed like they didn’t touch the ground. He stood a head taller than David, his hair black as midnight, his every mover could have rivaled Alice, the most graceful vampire she knew, and like the four of them, his skin was pale as could be. He had high and prominent cheekbones and a strong jaw line. His face seemed to hold back a smirk and his copper eyes met hers the segundo she lifted them to meet his. “Jack” she breathed nearly silently though everyone else around them could hear it as well.
“Rosalie Lillian Hale” he said, his voice louder than hers though it was soft. She took a breath as she heard him speak-yes; she would have known that voice anywhere. He stayed where he was, standing seguinte to David, Tristan in the middle, and Michael seguinte to him. Her eyes met his for the briefest segundo before she broke it, taking a step back and tripping over her own foot. Alice caught her and stood her up-right once more.
Tristan looked concerned then. “I’m sorry. If I would have known that my boys would have brought out such strong emotions I would have kept them at bay” he said frowning at the two. “Let me make it up to you.”
Alice looked at him suspiciously. “How?”
He gestured towards the carriage. “Allow us to take you to your destination or at least get you closer than where you are now.” The two exchanged a look, given the days events everything felt off.
“Um…” said Alice. “Just a second.” She led Rosalie por the elbow until they were a good 20 paces or so away from them. “Are you ok?” she asked her, her eyes searching her face slowly.
“Amazing” she finally said. “I lose my family after 76 years and am reunited with my one before my days like this.” She turned back to the four men and saw that only two were staring at them: Tristan and Jack. “Just…amazing.”
“Rose?” Alice asked gently. “Those men…Michael and David…
“Hale. Yes. They’re my brothers though they were younger and well human.”
“Tristan?”
She shrugged. “Never seen him before.”
“Jack?”
She turned back to the four and again only Tristan and Jack looked as well. “I’ll explain on the way” she said, walking towards the group. They stood up-right and at attention as they walked towards them. “We’ll take the offer” Rosalie said.
“Excellent” Tristan said. “Excellent.”