Unexpected
Disclaimer: Some lady besides me owns this story.
JPOV (A.N. Please be able to guess who this is.)
Sitting in this old dance studio, I should have been bored out of my mind, but there was far too much to think about.
Here I was, waiting for a mere 17 year old girl, with her mother as bait. I had considered actually not bothering the poor woman, but Isabella's face when she saw her mother would be priceless. This woman however, sitting here tied to a chair, was unnerving. She didn't seem the slightest bit rattled by her situation, even after being kidnapped by a stranger. As I was considering starting up conversation, my thoughts were cut short.
"So would you care to tell me why I'm here?" Renee asked in that strangely calm voice. Odder still, I'm now calling her by name in my thoughts.
"You're my bait," I replied. She jumped a little at the silky voice that she had obviously not been expecting out of my mouth. Her beautiful brown hair bounced a little as sh—
"Are you going to kill somebody?"
She had fired another question much faster than I expected. I don't believe I even noticed her fall back into that calm façade.
"Not really."
She sighed in relief.
"Just your daughter," I said with a smirk.
Shock reared it's ugly head on her beautiful face. Finally, an expected reaction.
"What'd she do?" There she goes again, being all weird.
"Nothing in particular. It just annoys me that she runs with vampires." Come on, deny it. Laugh at me. Anything!
"Aren't you a vampire as well?" Augh! Stop that!
"Yeah, I'm going to torture her in front of your very eyes, then suck you dry." Scream. Cry. Call up an uncomfortable silence.
"That sucks for Phil and Charlie. I doubt Mom will be to happy either. They'll all lose both of us in one strike. Maybe they'l—"
I was across the room in a second, holding her by the throat.
"How can you be so calm!" I screamed. "Do something normal, please!"
She didn't reply. She was choking under my iron grasp, and as much as I wanted to let go, and let this beautiful creature live, my better judgment said not to. Her breath grew shallower, and less frequent. In a few minutes, she was dead. On the inside, I was as well. You idiot, doing absolutely anything for a kill!
I decided to go ahead and find some new bait for Isabella. I disposed of the body, then grabbed a TV, DVD player, one of Isabella's home videos, and went back to the studio to do some more waiting. Only this time, without a beautiful interesting woman to keep me company.
This is a one shot, and I got bored with the story, which is my excuse for the choppiness throughout the whole story. I'm sorry. Review and tell me how horrible you think it is.
