BPOV:
Starting up the computer, I tapped my fingers against the desk. Another day of work that would be just as mind numbing as all the others.
"Hey, Bella." I turned to see Mike give me a wave. "How you doing?"
"The same old." I sighed. "Hey, are you writing up an article on the robberies that have been happening?"
"Yeah," He smiled. "Why? You wanted that one?"
"Yeah, really bad." I stared at my computer frustrated. If I couldn't only get a big story, just one shot, I could be promoted. Until I got the chance though I was stuck writing articles hidden on the thirty-second page of the newspaper.
"Tough luck." Mike handed me a file of papers. "Maybe next time. If you want to look at it you can. Those are the files for the article I'm doing. If you think you've got anything interesting I'm sure you could type it up and show it to the boss. He might find it good."
"Thanks." I riffled through the papers longingly. I knew that there was no hope of me being able to publish a story like this, let alone anything that could go on the front page.
"Your computers done loading, by the way." Mike pointed out before leaving.
Sighing, I opened up a new blank file and typed up a small one paragraph article about a scholarship won by a high school musician. Like every other article I had written, it had absolutely nothing to go off of. The only people who would read it would be the parents of the child. It was child's stuff. I had so much more potential that people were passing over. I knew it.
Frustrated with my situation, I began to look through the papers Mike had given to me. A man last week was robbed in a hotel, but he refused to tell the police what was robbed of him. His description of the robber could have been anyone. A week later another almost identical incident occurred at the same hotel, but with a different man. The victims description of the man was vague and there was no mention of what was stolen. Glancing at the pictures of the two men, I noticed that something was similar about them. I couldn't place what it was though.
I frowned and printed my article without thought. Walking over to the printer I nearly tripped over a person. Apologizing without thought, I grabbed my paper and walked back to my 'desk' if you could call it that. My mind was on the robberies.
Something about it seemed like a big story to me. Maybe it was just because the only stories I had written recently were about such mundane things, or maybe it was really something.
"Bella," I looked up at the sound of my name. "Do you have the article?"
I handed the piece of paper I just printed to one of my colleges. He glanced over it twice. Grabbing a pen from his pocket, he corrected a few things and then handed it back to me.
"Fix those, okay?"
"Wait!" I grabbed onto his shoulder before he could leave. "Can I write any other story? Is there anything laying around that no one wants to do? Anything?"
"Mmm… not that I know of." He gave me a sympathetic look. "If I find anything I'll bring it to you, okay?"
"Okay…" I said sadly.
I quickly retyped up my article correcting a few things and double checking to make sure I spelled all the names correctly. Then I edited a few other people's papers to use up some of my time. Once work was over I grabbed the file that Mike had given me and slipped it into my bag. Grabbing my coffee, I got on the elevator and headed downstairs to the busy streets of New York city.
Walking with purpose I headed towards the subway. Swiping my card, I boarded onto the subway and sat down. I rode for two stops more than I usually did. When I got off, I double checked the address of the hotel.
Nearly tripping on the stairs up, I saw the hotel almost instantly. It was a classy four star hotel that was even taller than the building in which I worked in. Trying to look as if I knew what I was doing, I entered the hotel and looked to the front desk. I wondered if I should ask the lobbyist first or try to investigate this more undercover.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and I spun around surprised.
"Miss, may I help you?" A man wearing a perfectly matching suit gave me a look.
"Yes, um… there was a robbery here the other week and I was wondering if…"
"Please, miss." He frowned. "If you are here to pester us on what happened, we would like for you to leave."
"But all I want is to know…"
"Are you going to buy a room or no?"
"No, but…"
"Let me show you the way out then…" I felt him slip his hand around my arm and he tightly pushed me towards a back door. I tried to protest saying that I had the right to investigate as I wished, but he didn't respond.
Once he had pulled me outside to the side ally, he turned to me almost angrily.
"It is not the Hotel's fault for what happened. We are one of the best hotels in the state and the fact that reporters like you keep trying to make it seem like we are responsible for what was taken is ridiculous." He hissed. "Do you know what you are doing to the reputation that we have here?"
"Well maybe if you have made sure your guests had more protection from burglars then…"
"It's impossible to protect everyone in New York city from getting robbed. It just happens."
"Well," I wondered why he was so angry about this. "Do you know what was robbed from the men?"
"I have no idea, honestly." He pushed me away a bit vehemently. "Now please leave."
Holding my bag tightly, I walked away with as much dignity as I could manage for getting kicked out of a hotel. The fact that the man disliked my questioning so much made a bit of sense to me. I could understand people getting fed up with reporters. The most of us were pushy annoying know-it-alls who would never stop questioning until they got the answers they wanted. Even so, something about his attitude made me feel that there was something more to this.
Hearing something behind me move, I stopped. Turning around quickly, I saw movement but couldn't tell what or who it was. Backing away I held my bag even closer. I had grown to distrust people after I moved away from Phoenix and Forks. New York was a very different place.
I briskly walked towards the main street ahead of me. I heard the noise behind me again, but I didn't turn around. Once I got to the main street no one would try to do anything too horrible. As long as I kept my bag close to me I wouldn't get robbed. I knew that I had pepper spray in my bag, but I couldn't remember which pocket I had put it in. Fumbling around for it would be too risky and would give them an opportunity.
Glancing over my shoulder I saw a person following me. The street was almost abandoned except for me and this other person. My heart began to beat quickly in fear. I wished that I had brought Mike with me or someone else.
Looking straight, I focused on the road ahead of me. It was only a few yards away…
Taking one more glace back, I expected to see the man still, but when I turned I saw nothing. It was as if the man had disappeared into the air. I stopped and stared at the place where the man had been. Checking around me, I looked to see if he was hiding anywhere or going to appear behind me. It had seemed like he vanished into midair.
I looked up at the sky and saw a movement almost too fast to see. Looking around me again, a weird feeling came over me. Something was very eerie about this place.
AN: Yes… another Twilight fanfic…. This one is not terribly twilight like… so that might make it better… I dunno. Tell me what you think. I will try very hard to reply back.
