Lithe fingers twirl a small cylinder object like a mini baton. The male voices echo as though they are coming from a long winding tunnel. They are anxious, waiting on something special a set of fingers tap a steady quick beat on the wood of the table top. The faces are blurry, only flashes of what is really happening seem to appear. The men are exchanging small talk as they wait for something. I feel as though I am imposing and that I shouldn't be here. Another person enters the room. Money... Lots of money in a metal box. The tension is gone, quickly replaced by excitement. The lithe fingers bring the mini baton to one pale nostril, and the long index finger moves to cover the other. Breathe in.
"Ahh", I moan as my lungs cry out for the oxygen my undead body no longer need. Why would I dream of them? What a waste of dreams. Maybe I truly am damned, and it is part of my punishment to watch others suffer. Why else would I be gifted with dreaming and cursed with watching illegal acts every night.
"Bella! You're finally awake!" My rambunctious sister cried as she skipped up the stairs to the attic where I rest every night. "I have soooo much to tell you"
"Alice, please. I do not need to hear about all the cute boys you met last night at the club." I got up from the bed and began to drag a hairbrush through my long brown locks as I mentally pushed back the weird dream into the recess of my mind. It doesn't mean anything just forget it.
"Well good cause that isn't what I want to talk about." I looked at her in disbelief. She always wanted to talk about the amazing night of dancing, sex and teasing the poor human men. Don't get me wrong, she's not a cruel person, after you live for 120 years you need some sort of sexual entertainment. "I just… I was thinking…"
"Just spit it out Alice! What do you want to talk about?"
"I think I know of where I want to move to. It is statistically the rainiest place in the continental US! And I had a vision last night, about this amazing blonde haired boy. He's so sexy Bella." I scowl, everyone who is remotely attractive is 'sexy' to Alice. She only wants something if she can't have it. "Please Bella; we need to leave here soon anyways. People are starting to get suspicious that the two best friends that have just graduated college together look as though they haven't aged a day since they arrived six years ago. I know that we planned on staying here longer, but I have a really good feeling about this place Bella. We could start out younger than college age this time."
I consider how suspicious even our neighbors are of Alice and I. The mirror in front of me speaks volumes on why. My lovely pale face frames the features that you would normally see on a glossy page of Vogue magazine. My rich golden eyes, the elegant slope of my nose, and the plump rosiness of my lips. This face exudes beauty, but all I see is a monster. I hear what the other students at the University of Michigan say about me and Alice. Especially Cora our biggest fan. "What sluts, I mean really who the hell do they think they are? Prancing around the campus like they own the place. The rich bitches." Of course she would hate us. Our beauty threatened her own self-esteem. Alice always loved to rub it in Cora's face that all the guys wanted us. It disgusted me, why would I want some sweaty college guy who drinks too much in my pants? The bad boy type never truly appealed to me.
"Earth to Bella!" Alice exclaimed waving a hand in front of my face. "Haven't you dreamt enough today?" She quickly started ripping clothes out of my closet and throwing them on my bed. She grunted in disgust. "We definitely need to get you a new wardrobe pronto!" Now it was my turn to groan. I hated shopping trips with Alice. It was more like torture. She wanted to look in every store within a fifty mile radius of us. When naturally she could just look into the future and see what stores she would actually buy something from. But apparently that 'ruins the fun'.
"No Alice. I do not want to go shopping."
"Please Bella! It won't take too long I promise!" Her tiny lower lip trembles as her lovely face turns into a pout. Her long black hair frames a pale face similar to my own. We monsters do look quite alike. The same eye color, the alabaster color of our skin and the graceful interconnected features of our faces.
Alice's features go blank and her eyes glaze over. Great a vision, maybe she's seeing more of the mysterious blonde guy. She smiles brightly as she comes back to reality.
"How about I make you a deal? You don't have to come shopping with me for the next two months…" My eyebrows go up; Alice never makes deals that have to do with shopping unless she is really serious. "You have to move to where ever I want to. And buy me a new Porsche."
"Deal", obviously she doesn't realize that I don't give a flying fuck where I live. My life is pretty much empty these days ever since Felix left. Ouch that name still hurts my chest when I think of him.
"Yay", Alice squeals. "I know you will just love Forks Bella. It's the cutest little town ever."
Oh yeah I'm sure it'll be lots of fun. Yeah right.