Ch. 1
It was so strange; I never got nervous, at least not usually. When I did get nervous it was hard to tell. I was extremely nervous; I just had to ignore the feeling. I was slowly walking into Bowerman Airport in Hoquiam, Washington. The flight attendant from my flight told me to enjoy my stay in Washington and I just nodded. Then I inhaled a deep breath, taking in all the smells in the terminal. I had been holding my breath for the longest time in the plane because of the recirculated air. I had been debating weather to come here or not for the longest time and well I figured I should at least be close for when I decided to see them. Hoquiam was 105 miles from where I needed to be but that was for the best. I was worried and I wasn't even there yet, that was not what I needed. I moved slowly past a Starbucks, the second one I'd seen in the airport. The store reminded me that I was getting thirsty, but not your normal thirsty, vampire thirsty. The little pang in the back of my throat was not bad, just a small reminder that I would need to go hunting soon. I was going slowly yet I was still faster than all the humans in the airport. I thought about what to say to them while weaving through the frail human bodies in the airport. I rounded a corner, easily passing through the crowd of people waiting for their bags and stepped outside with my small bag. A cool, damp breeze hit me once outside reminding me where I was. If my stone skin had been human it would have reddened with the chill. I zipped my grey hoodie up a little more to give myself a human look. I glided my hand over my cheek to feel the cold. I moved my fingers over my pronounced cheek bones, my skin was like frost. The clean air cleared my mind, pushing my thirst back. I honestly did not know what to do now. The only place to go was to them. They most likely didn't know I was coming yet because I was still so far but they would soon. I didn't have much money so I didn't call a cab, it would just slow me down any way. Another wave of questions bombarded my head, What if they didn't want to help me? What if they knew I was here and left so I couldn't see them? Would they even talk to me? Could they do anything to help? Stop! I told myself. I couldn't worry, not now, not after coming all this way. I had to at least try. I took deep breath even though I didn't need to breathe it calmed me. I began to walk at a human pace away from the airport. I could hear my tight blue jeans rub together with every step. My caramel brown hair whipped around behind me as I trotted away.
