Seattle, Washington.
Saturday 18th May.
11:32 am.
Names. They fascinate me, they're just words but always carry so much meaning. They're what we're addressed but for all of ours lives, they give us a purpose. To most people they are important, they can be a brand. Something people stand by.
I've had hundreds during my life, right now I go by Bella Marie Swan. It's simple, easy to remember, and it clearly states that on my passport. They're just three words, they mean no more to me than the fleck of dirt on my shoe. Bella, it means beautiful, and by human standards, yes I am beautiful. I don't have a bad figure, I'm quite toned but not overly muscular. I have long dark brown hair that curls, and even darker brown eyes. I'm quite pale, but it's nothing makeup can't cover.
I'm also a vampire, vampire hunter.
My hearing is impeccable, right now across the other side of the hotel, there is a rather ravenous couple having sex. She's pinned to a wall, making breathy whines, hands pressed flat, legs srpead, a hand around her throat and a much larger guy buried inside her. He's enjoying it. She certainly isn't, her moans are fake, and I can practically hear her eyes role. I'm guessing for his size he is less than impressive. I'm pretty sure he has a wife at home, and it isn't the first time he's done this.
A few rooms closer to me is a woman, typing furiously on her computer, it's impressive. I hardly hear her make a mistake. She's a writer, I had a pleasant conversation with her when I went down for breakfast this morning. She's rather pretty, has red hair cut above her shoulders and beautiful blue eyes. She had a twinkle in her eye and an ever-present smile, one that I returned often over my coffee and scrambled eggs.
Near the stairwell there is a man, he works here, I presume he's going for his break as he's rifling through his shirt pocket looking for the packet of cigarettes over his left breast. I can smell the stench from here and my nose wrinkles. I've never liked smoking.
My sight is also impeccable. I can see the years of stains of dirt, mud, cum and yes, blood stains all over this room. I'd grimace at the thought of blood, but as a vampire, it fascinates me. The smell, the taste, the feel as it gushes down your throat.
Gurgling from next to me gets my attention and I roll my eyes and push the chair back from the desk and shove my feet up, the dirt making it muddy.
I'd hate to work in a hotel. Having to clean up the grime and sex-stained sheets of strangers. The stench alone would drive me insane.
The gurgling and groaning doesn't stop and I sigh, dead bodies no longer cease to amuse me. More than anything they're irritating. They take a long time to shut down and even then their insides want to make themselves known as a pathetic cry for help.
I grip the book in my hand. A notebook. it's glaring at me to be reread. It harbours twenty-three pages of perfectly handwritten notes, from Aro.
I've gone through Aro's notes a thousand times.
They're on a coven who I'm being sent to get rid of.
There are seven of them. A 'vegetarian' coven, not the first I've encountered and they won't be the last. By any means, they possess no real threat. Not compared to me; I have lived longer than they can imagine. I've watched the arth change, I was there when the pyramids were built, I had pleasant conversations with Krishna and I like to think he was lovely to talk to, I've lived through countless wars and famine.
There is Carlisle, he's the certified leader of their little 'family'. I've never met him, but Aro has told me he used to be a part of the Volturi centuries ago, he was quite close with Markus and Caius. He has no advanced power, but he is quite compassionate for a vampire. He works in a hospital. Odd I know. He is mated to a woman, Esme. They have five 'kids', Rosalie, Emmet, Jasper, Alice and Edward. A few of the kids possess special gifts, but nothing out of the ordinary. Emmett is extremely strong, Edward can read minds and Alice can see an individuals future, but it's subject to change based on the said individual's actions.
It should only take me a few weeks to clear them out.
I close the notebook and shove it into my suitcase.
The hotel room has been more than generous, I snort and steer my eyes away from the bed, where a man lay covered in his own blood, the body still making those awful squelching sounds. I brought him up to here an hour ago, the burning in my throat getting unbearable. He came willingly and let me slam him against the door. Kissing him, leading him over to the bed. He smiled roguishly and let me climb on top of him, he seemed to enjoy when I was kissing his neck, and even when I pinned his hands down.
He was in a state of euphoria and didn't even notice when I ripped out his jugular.
He was young, will probably be missed. With a smirk, I lick the remaining drops of blood from my bottom lip and pick up the suitcase. It's all I have, I don't require much when I travel. It's only me. I don't really need to wash or change my clothing, only to keep up outward appearances. If I'm ever in dire need, I'm positive Aro will sort it for me in a heartbeat.
I gather my last few remaining things, and double check I have my id. When everything is confirmed I leave the room without a soul noticing me. I make it to the carpark in minutes and I'm soon speeding off to Forks, the radio blaring loudly and a cigarette hanging from my mouth.
It has been a long time since I've written something. But I'm back with a new idea, and motivation to keep it going. This is just a little teaser of what's to come and I hope you like it! If you want to read more, leave a review, it would be appreciated, and if you have any ideas you'd like me to incorporate then let me know!
It's good to be back.