CHAPTER
1
S I A R A H
'Hmm…' Siarah sighed opening her eyes slowly, 'poor Mike Newtons mum, lost all of it, again.' She got up and jumped lithely onto the top of the tall pine near by. It was another grey rainy day. Perfect for Vampires to walk around with no fear of being noticed.
Looking around, she could see all of forks. The entire way too the little house, where Charlie Swan, chief swan, lived.
Today was the day, his daughter Isabella swan, was to arrive.
Maybe I should go to meet her. She thought. Or, maybe not. She would probably prefer to be alone now, like her dad. Better give her time to settle in a bit.
She jumped and landed softly on the forest floor and ran, full out, towards town. Better get some more tanning lotion. She thought looking at her pale skin, high school tomorrow. Don't want to freak anyone out, or let any of the Cullen realise what I am.
She slowed to a walk as she sighted the edge of the forest and jumped on to her black motorbike. As she kicked it to life she paused to take a quick look at the road ahead of her. She checked either side of the high way for 300 meters, and after reassuring herself that only one car was coming, roared down the road to town.
'Its lucky that today is rainy, I have an excuse to keep my raincoat on. My pale skin would probably make people start to gossip, anything in a town like this.
She cut the engine out side the chemist and strolled in. 'Hmm… Summer tan… Chocolate… no, not that one…' She walked along the skin section looking for the one she needed. 'Yes!' she bent down and picked up skin shadow.
She walked over to the cashier, 'Will that be all?' Droned the lady behind the desk, looking uninterestedly at her fluoro pink nails. "Um…" Siarah said looking up at the mask of foundation and make-up. 'Do you have any more of skin shadow, or in stock because there is only two left on the shelf."
'There's a new shipment coming in next week, but that's all."
"Ok, well, I'll take two then." She handed over the money and put the two bottles of tanning lotion in to her bag.
The wind was whipping by Siarah as she roared along the road back the she had come, back to her house. She lived on her own. Her parents had been murdered long ago. They hadn't been Vampires, but one had killed them. She didn't know her age; all she remembered of her human-hood was her parents, dead, on the floor and the cruel laughing face of the Vampire who had killed them.
She pushed that picture out of her mind; it made her full of anger and sorrow.
She just had run from her house until she had been found by a group of newborn Vampires.
It was during the war when she joined the Vampires. That was all she knew. Though she was in a fighting group, she never fought with them; she just hovered on the outside. She loathed them, blood thirsty and violent. Their eyes were red as the blood of the victims, but Siarah's had never been. They had always been a brown-amber, even when she was a newborn, or so she had been told.
She always remembered that after awhile, the newborns would start to weaken and the leaders no longer needed them for battel. She would remember them being sent to Mister Hale. She remembered the horrible grating noise and screaming when the Vampires were destroyed.She had always feared being sent, but luckily, she had not been asked to visit Mister Hale.
She was lucky in many senses; she had not been a bloodthirsty newborn, she didn't need to hunt as regularly as most mature Vampires or any Vampire she knew, she had a soul and knew it.
That was because of her special talent: she was able to move her own soul or spirit out of her body and move it around places, very quickly. She could also hear what was happening when she was in spirit form.
The only down side to her talent was she couldn't defend herself when her spirit was away. That was why she had to limit her trips.
Siarah finally reached her little cottage. It was a lovely house; white in colour but appeared green because of the leaves of the forest around it. She picked the bike up off the road and leapt in to the forest.
Out of sight from the quiet high way her little cottage was like a fairy tale house. Siarah had always like to have things clean and neat, and her garden was just as such. It had a quaint path made of a black and white pebble patterned path that lead from the gate to the steps of her house.
There was a low wall, almost up to Siarah's waste that boarded the boundaries of her house and garden. The garden was symmetrical and very green. In spring there would be almost every colour but it wasn't spring now, so it was just green.
Siarah did not need to keep up the human façade like the Cullen's, so she didn't have to have all the human necessities like, Fridge's or beds, so she filled her house up with books and art Equipment.
Siarah absolutely adored painting, drawing, sculpting, carving and reading. Out the back of her house she had sculptures that she had crafted and made. Sometimes she would sell her art but over the centuries, all the money had accumulated in the vault at the back of her house. Since she didn't need to buy food or pay water or electricity bills she had a lot of money left over.
She didn't like that because she couldn't keep buying clothes or art equipment because it would start to get fishy. An eighteen-year-old orphan shouldn't have this much money. People would start to think that she had stolen things from other people. So if she was arrested for suspected robbery she couldn't argue on her side because she couldn't just say, 'Oh, well you see, I'm immortal and this money, I've earned it after Centuries of selling art work.'
Other wise she would have to go to a Looney-hospital.
She said instead that her parents were very rich and she inherited all of this, even though she has no recollection of them.