Ok, I think I'm pretty insane, starting yet ANOTHER long fic, but I have wanted to do a Twilight one for the LONGEST time. Now, you have to understand something about this story: I completely made up this new character, Grace, and she is so much different from other vampires it is astounding. No, really, that is actually the whole point of this story. I wanted to write something different from anything other people had written, so I decided to write about a rather…eccentric vamp. As the story goes on, you'll learn more and more about Grace and her personal history, but for right now, you just need to know that she is trying to find somebody, which is going to be rather obvious once you start reading. Enjoy, and don't judge it too harshly!
Why did he have to make this so hard? I mean, for goodness sake, I was only trying to find my own family! But, no, Edward was always hiding everything, but never for him, always for 'others'. That was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard, but he had been like that when we were alive, too. Always making inferences on other people's thoughts, always being annoyingly accurate. I wonder if he remembered me like I remembered him.
The man that was sitting next to me on the plane smelled horrible. I mean, obviously all humans smelled good in a way, but I had learned to ignore that particular urge. This man was probably about fifty, quite a bit overweight, and was eating those packaged peanuts by the packet. He had wrappers stacked all over his fold-up tray, and he was starting to get a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. I could smell the body odor emanating from his underarms, and the smells swirling around him made me turn and push my face against the cool window.
It had been four hours of this terrible plane ride, and the man (whose real name was Hank, which I could see from the tag on a piece of his luggage, but I had secretly named Stank) had stared at me for three and half of those hours. The other half had been spent devouring as much food as the flight attendant could possibly bring him.
I was getting rather tired of the staring. It had been years since I was first changed, and it had never stopped, as much as I had wished. Moving as slowly as possible, I discreetly pulled out my cell phone and checked the time. We were set to arrive in Washington at 6:30 p.m. and I had another two hours to go. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, wanting to daydream a little bit. However, as soon as I closed my eyes, images of the reason that I even on this plane in the first place danced in front of my eyes. I sprang my eyelids back opened and sat upright in my seat, startling Stank. I stared at the back of the seat in front of me for a moment, before I heard the man speak to me.
"Y'all alright, miss?" he wanted know, inclining his head in my direction. My brain immediately processed his accent, coming up with a probable southern Missouri or Arkansas twang.
"Yes, I'm fine." I answered smoothly, not even noticing the way Stank got goosebumps at the sound of my voice.
I stared out the window again, hoping he would get the hint, but he decided to keep talking anyways. "That's an interesting accent you got there." The man stared at me insistently until I turned my head back to him, giving him a cold smile.
"Chicago, born and raised." This was most definitely true. No matter how many times I had travelled the United States, I always ended up right back home. I stared at a spot just above his head, so as to have something to focus on rather than his scent and the things I was seeing on him instead of what his face truly looked like.
"Ah, I've never been. Heard it's great, though. Did you know Al Capone?" I giggled slightly, but not because this was a question commonly asked to most Chicagoans. I HAD known Al Capone. Mind you, it was a brief relationship, but he was quite the character.
"Nah." That was the answer I was supposed to give. "I'm not that old." I kept my eyes just above his hairline, ignoring the words that were written across his sweaty forehead.
"What y'all lookin' at?" he asked, looking over his shoulder and then back at me. I forced myself to look into his eyes, which were a muddy brown color, and cringed. His thoughts were now in my plain view, scrawled across his forehead in what I assumed was his untidy handwriting.
Man, she's mighty pretty. I wouldn't mind taking her out, if she didn't look older than a baby.
I was relieved that his thoughts weren't any more vile than the other pigs in this plane. The man behind me was a lot more vulgar with his word choice.
When I didn't answer, Stank decided he had to do the talking again. "How old are ya?"
Please be eighteen, please be eighteen, please be eighteen.
"About seventeen. My birthday's coming up." Indeed it was, but it wasn't my seventeenth birthday. That had long since come and past. At least, my real one had.
The man's eyebrows puckered, and he wrung his hands together. "Now, you can't be old enough to fly on a airplane alone! Where's your momma?"
Maybe she likes older men. She is a hell of a lot closer to eighteen than I was thinking. If she ain't got nobody here than the Lord knows she's coming back with me.
I felt so violated by Stank's thoughts than I completely turned away from him, leaning into the window again. "My dad is up a few rows. The big one, do you see him?"
I hoped this would wipe away Stank's ideas about me. There was no way that he could get me to go with him, even if he tried, but I still didn't want to cause an ordeal.
Stank nodded, catching sight of my 'father' who was really just a random guy that I had noticed on the way to my seat. Though, he was rather large and menacing looking. Stank didn't talk to me once more during the entire ride to Washington, and when the place landed, he pushed himself up with a grunt and waddled out of my sight, passing the tall man with wary glance.
I didn't know if the rumors about the Cullens were correct or not, and I did not know whether they were truly in this small town named Forks, but I knew that I was going to track them down, because if the nomad clan I passed a few months ago was correct, they were the only vampires (besides the Denali ones) that had the same diet preferences as me.
I was certain the Edward would be in one of these two places, because I knew that my Edward couldn't stand to hurt another human being. When we were kids he would even rescue the wall spiders that we were all so desperately trying to squash, carrying them out of just about anybody's home.
I stepped out of the airport and looked around at the city of Seattle, the first stop in my journey to Forks, Washington. I took in the cloudy skies and the fog that covered the buildings half-way up. This state really was the perfect place to house the largest clan of the most dangerous creatures on the planet. I stepped carefully and slowly down the sidewalk, wanting to take off at a glorious sprint but holding back, and anxiously started to make my way to the person I had been looking for all of my second life.
Okay, that's the first chapter! I hope you don't think that it was too boring, because I just needed to make a few points on Grace that needed to be in the open. One, obviously, she's looking for Edward. Two, she knew him from when she was a little kid. And three, VERY IMPORTANT would be her special…power, for lack of a better word. Did you catch it? REVIEW!!!!!!! Thanks so much!