La Tua Cantante

Chapter One

I sighed from my seat on the packed plane. This truly was a horrible way to travel. The seats were set together so close that you could barely sit comfortably without touching the person beside you. It did not help that every single person's blood on this plane called out to me.

I would have stopped breathing (it's not like oxygen was important to my survival), but the man next to me kept staring. I couldn't really blame him. My supernatural beauty was a weapon gifted to my kind to help capture our food. The humans on this flight were very lucky I practiced my "vegetarian" lifestyle.

Trying to ignore the slightly creepy man next to me I looked out the window. I had picked a nighttime flight for a couple reasons. The first, and most important, reason was because of the reaction my skin had to sunlight. It would not bode well if the hundred or so people on this flight saw me glittering like a diamond in the sun.

The second reason was because of the beautiful city lights below me. It was an amazing sight, only viewable thousands of feet in the air, in the middle of the night. At home, in Phoenix, I would sneak out of the house the moment my mother was asleep and run to the nearest mountain, just so I could see the lights of the city below me. It made not being able to sleep a little easier.

I would miss Phoenix. I would miss the beauty of the desert, the unbearable heat and the blazing sunlight. Oh, how I would miss the sunlight. The brightness and the warmth were like a drug, a drug I was taking away from my self in order to survive. Arizona was a state almost impossible to live in, with my skin the way it was.

I would miss my mother most of all. My sometimes brainless mother, who acted more like the child then the parent most of the time. All my life I had taken care of her, supporting each different phase in her life and doing everything I could to make her happy. She had Phil to take care of her now.

I could see the confusion in her eyes, which were spilling with tears, as she said goodbye at the airport gate. She couldn't understand why I was leaving her, so soon after I had resurfaced from my year long disappearance. She didn't need me intruding on her happiness with Phil, I had told her. It was partly true, anyway.

So I was on my way to live with my father, Charlie. It was my good luck, and slight displeasure, that he lived in the rainiest area in the United States. Forks, Washington only had a handful of sunny days per year.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now one fifteen in the morning and we are about thirty minutes from our destination. We ask you to buckle your seatbelts and remain seated for the remainder of the flight." Great, my torture was almost over. Only a half hour until we landed in Port Angeles and another hours drive home with Charlie.

The drive home would be the worst part, not because of the temptation my father's blood would bring, but because of the awkward silence that was sure to happen. Even though I had lived with my mother most of my life, the summers I had always spent with Charlie were enough for him to rub off on me. Neither of us were avid talkers, choosing to listen most of the time. Small talk made us uncomfortable.

As we got closer to landing I began to get nervous. I hadn't seen Charlie in nearly two years, since the last time I had gone to visit him, and I missed him like crazy. I couldn't help, but wonder what he would think of the new and improved me.

My physical appearance had changed drastically since he had last seen me. I had been sixteen years old, pale for an Arizonan and still slightly child-like. Now there wasn't anything innocent about me. My 

hips and breasts had filled out, giving me the hourglass figure I'd only seen on models in the magazines. My legs were slightly longer, raising my height from five foot two, to five foot five. My hair was a richer shade of brown, thick and wavy, much more beautiful than the dull, straight hair I'd grown up with. My lips were fuller and my cheekbones slightly more prominent and my skin was now unnaturally pale, almost translucent. My eyes were the biggest change. Instead of brown, as they used to be, they were now a shade of gold that would slowly turn to black the longer I kept from feeding.

I would have to be extra careful around Charlie, feeding much more then was necessary to keep my eyes a constant color. If he asked, I'd tell him gold contacts were all the rage in Phoenix. It's not like he would know the difference.

The sleeping passengers on board began to wake as the plane began to lose altitude. I kept my eyes out the window, but my body shifted in the seat as my stomach began to twist with nerves. I'm sure that if it could, my heart would be beating frantically. I watched as the ground came closer and closer, my superior eyesight allowing me to see the airport far off in the distance.

It was a few more minutes until the plane touched ground, bouncing and shaking a little before landing completely. It was another few minutes of driving around the runways until our terminal was free for parking.

The creepy man was forced to break his stare as the other passengers stood up to gather their belongings. He stood up and, after grabbing his bags, followed the rest of the passengers off the plane. I stayed seated until only a few passengers were left. I walked off with my one carry-on bag draped over my shoulder. The hallway leading up to the actual building was much brighter then the cabin of the plane, causing my sensitive eyes to squint slightly.

I walked down it with my head held high, refusing to show the nervousness I felt as I made my way into the terminal.

"Bella?"

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