Disclaimer: I don't like writing disclaimers all that much so this is one for the whole story: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT!!
My name is Alex and this is my first serious fan fiction so please bear with me. I will try my best to update at least once a week because I know I, for one, hate it when people never update. My previous story is on perminant HIATUS but this one is not so please enjoy! I will be rating it M just in case but I cannot guarentee any lemons, I have never written any before so I'll just see how I feel about that when the time comes. Otherwise enjoy the story and please let me know what you think!
Terminal
She was the most erotically beutiful being the forlorn man hidden in the shadows of a crowded airport terminal had ever seen. Her chocolate brown hair was waved to perfection and slightly mussed up from her, what must have been long from the looks on the passengers faces, plane ride. She was wearing comfortable clothes, but the expression "dressed to kill" most certainly still applied. She had on a pair of short plaid pajama shorts and a navy blue wife beater. When she walked her hips swayed with the promise of sex and her flip-flopped feet made a slight slapping sound against the linoleum. She had a long almond shaded neck to match the rest of her buttery skin and a slightly pointed chin. Her angular chheks gave her an almost cat-like appearance that went well with her fluidity, and if he didn't know better he would have sworn she was an elf because of it, besides, her ears were most certainly rounded.
Her amethyst eyes were a total contrast to her body, not that they weren't beautiful, no they were astonishingly so, it was that they were kind. Sharp, kind, deep and intelligent, yes those are the words he would have used to describe her eyes if anyone asked, and yet they didn't even cover half. She seemed uninterested in the obnoxious terminal life around her, as if she had been through this so many times it didn't faze her anymore, as a matter of fact she kind of gave off this vibe that nothing fazed her anymore.
Uninterested.
Aloof.
Bored.
It was a look he understood well, one he sympathized with. He bore that same expression almost twenty-four seven these days. Life was beginning to bore him as years passed and nothing at all changed except for the scenery. he was still practically alone, still always in the background, still a monster. That was what he realize drew him so close to her. She looked like the exact opposite of a monster, innocence and purity shone threw her eyes.
After taking one last long look at her he slinked off to find the others, after all, he had his own plane to catch.