Hey, Guess who is back! hahaha. so after months of scratching words into napkins while studying for ib testing i have resurfaced. here is my new story =)
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Dissclaimer for entire story: I do not own twilight. done.
Chapter 1: hunter
I never really thought about my career during high school. Frankly I didn't think much about anything….well except him. No, I won't get into that now. It buried too far in my memory, which was beginning to fade. Though I never thought much about a job or how I would make money, but I never thought that I would do this for a living. A face was staring back at me in a mirror as I thought. She was older then this high school girl I was thinking about, about twenty. The hair that fell around her face was a perfect shade of brown and perfectly straight. Her lips were in a perfect straight line, but of course everything was perfect about her. Yet I hated her, I hated me. I sit here often thinking of the hows, the whys and what might have been. I have something that people in hospitals or death row would take in a minute.
Eternal Life.
Whether I still want what I have been given I am still debating. I had given up everything to be here, and there was no turning back. Especially after thirty years there was no where to go. I would have been fifty today, I'd be experiencing menopause and my midlife crisis. But I'm forever 20 and not counting. Before me was my desk where there was really nothing. Some old pictures that I had to focus on remembering all their names one labeled Dad and another Mom so I would never forget who they were. And then there was a box. Nothing fancy, extravagance things annoyed me. Here I kept letters never meant to be sent. There were to someone who helped me be here. She had warned me about everything he was about to do. I'm not sure if I hate her or appreciate what she has done. I write these letters to surrender my emotions; in my line of work you can't have emotion. You must be cold so when I write my emotions are drained so I can perform to the best of my abilities.
Still haven't figured out what I am yet?
Well, no one really knows, because no one is supposed to know. I'm a hunter or at least that what they call us. I prefer to be called assigns or bounty hunters who really don't get paid very well. I am a member of the Volturi. I kill and hunt vampires who disobey our leaders. At least that's what the brain wash has told me. I stare at the clock seeing it is time to report for duty. I look back at my reflection one more time and look straight into the muddy red topaz eyes staring at me. I remind myself that I chose this and left the desk with the mirror, the photos, and box with the letters marked Dear Alice. My name is Bella Swan and I know what it is to be a killer.
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