A/N: Hello! First Twilight fic, yay! Okay, this is set before Twilight. "Wicked Games" is a song by Couer de Pirate, which I don't own. It's pretty good, and I'd suggest you give it a listen. Reviews would be extremely nice since my last OC story on Mibba royally sucked.
Sorry about the length, there is more length to a normal chapter.
Enjoy!
Purgatory is how she'd describe Greenspon, Michigan. Greenspon was no Nashiville, or New York for that matter, Greenspon was hell in its own special way.
Jeremy meandered through the sodden streets of the small town. Beside him was his partner Gina, telling him the location was on Main Street. They never used the word house, or apartment, and neither did she. These places her family was shifted to weren't positive influences by any means.
'Meredith' stared out the window to observe the surroundings. Trees, tall pines that would leave her sick in the spring, towered above the armored black car. Her mother, 'Kelsey,' had her hands folded disdainfully in her lap, silently watching the slick pavement slip under the tires. This was all Meredith's fault, and the guilt was uncontainable sometimes.
Meredith childishly wanted her own identity back, her old friends to see her alive, she wished to become close to people again. But, this was a consequence, she reminded herself. Sulking even farther down into her seat, she let her mind wander into better times.
The car eventually came to a halt in front of a small Italian restaurant. Gina and Jeremy exited the car, cautiously heading up the stairs as another Marshall waited outside the cars. Her little brother and her father were waiting in an SUV parked across the street. As Gina and Jeremy gave the 'clear,' Kelsey exited the compact obsidian sedan, and began climbing the stairs to our new home.
Climbing the stairs up the side of the building adjacent to the restaurant, Meredith silently thanked the God that was watching over her, she'd despise having scents of delicious food waft in her room that she couldn't consume. Below her new home, there was an antique shop.
Entering the abode, she realized that it was completely empty, barren almost. All of their furniture was left at the old home, though they'd never return. Kelsey go the privilege to rustle through the old life and pick the most sentimental and expensive heirlooms along with them. They'd have to go out and buy more furniture, there was a truck coming with basic pieces like beds, clothing, and a table or two. At least, that's what they did in the previous moves.
Lying down on the floor, she hoped that this would be the final identity, the final move. Meredith was becoming tired of this, wanting to simply give herself into her enemies. Surely, it would hurt her family, but they wouldn't have to run around in these circles. After dawning on the darkness of her past, she became angry at herself, at everyone that had contributed to it. Meredith wanted to pick up the Glock sitting on the kitchen counter and run all the way to New York.
That wouldn't solve anything though; another part of the family would always be chasing her.
And dead people can't pay debts.