Wilight
Preface:
I never really thought about the way that I would die. It just wasn't something a young girl needed to think about. But I would have had reason enough in the last three months.
I stepped into the karate dojo and looked into the dark, blood thirsty eyes of the inhumanly beautiful tracer. I knew that he would kill me right there, in that very place, at a time very close to now. But it was a good way to die, in the place of a loved one. Heroic, even. At least it would be very, very soon. I hoped.
Chapter 1
My mother drove me to the airport at about ten o'clock in the morning. It was cloudy, and dark, and I was miserable.
I was about to do something that could be life-changing, and I was trying to keep it cool.
"You have to do this, you know that, right?" My mother said as we were walking through the door. I knew, alright, because she'd said it a billion times already. I almost wanted to say the words with her.
"I know, Mom." I told her for the billionth time. I had to go even if I didn't want to go. And you're probably thinking, "It's not like she'll kill you". Well, actually, her exact words were, "I kill you."
Then, god he had perfect timing, Joe called, "Come on guys, we've got a plane to catch!"
Joe was my mother's new husband. He was a football player, but he wasn't a professional. No, not even close.
It was a forty-five minute ride to the Bradley airport from New Haven. And, yes, I lived in New Haven, CT. Home, not-so-sweat home. But it was good enough for me.
When we got to the airport, I said my last goodbyes and got on the plane. As I looked out the window, I saw my mom mouth the words, "Bye, Ella." Oh, yeah, my name is Ella. Nice to meet you.
It was a six hour ride to Phoenix, Arizona, then a three hour ride from there to Port Angles, Washington. It was 7:00 when I got to Port Angles. I didn't mind planes, so the worst was over. What I was worried about was the hour long car ride with Carlie. Oh, yeah, and Carlie is my Dad.
Carlie lived in a tiny town where the sky was constantly covered with thick layers of dark clouds, and it rained a lot. And I mean a lot.
As I stumbled my way off the plane-making a fool out of myself-I immediately saw Carlie, dressed in uniform. Carlie was a father to me, but to the good people of Forks, he was police chief Swan. And that gave me the awful thought that we would probably be riding in his police cruiser, and nothing slows down traffic like a cop. Ugh.
Carlie walked over to me-clumsily- and grabbed my bags from me.
"Hi, Ells," He greeted me, "Let me get your bags for you." Like I had a choice, since he already had them. Whatever.
We exited the airport and walked to the parking lot. He didn't say anything, but kept walking. Apparently, he thought I would follow him, witch, of course, I did.
Carlie unlocked the trunk and put my bags into it, then unlocked the car and hopped in. I got in on the passenger side and suddenly realized how awkward this was really going to be.
Carlie tried to make small talk a few times but basically all that we said were things like, "rainy weather we're having here in Forks" and "Your hair looks shorter than the last time I saw you". Just small things, until we both gave up and just kept quiet. Carlie looked straight ahead, and I looked out the window at the forest.
It was just so…green. The moss on the tree's(and everything else), the grass, the leaves, the bushes and shrubs. It was just too green, a mutant alien planet. But, in a way, I sort of liked it. It was pretty, but it just didn't feel right. But, I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually. Maybe…