BPOV
Hearing the click and scrape of my heels against the tile floor was almost the only sound that I didn't hear complain, that didn't sop and mourn. It wasn't a sound that smiled and cheered and laughed. And thank goodness it didn't, because I was sick and tied of it. One after the other happy couples coed and purred to others, whispering things too personal. My name is Bella, and I help others find the love of their life, but with every happy ending for others, it chipped away my hope. As graceful as my immortal body moves, the click and scrape always occurred, no matter how quietly I walked. Metaphorically speaking, love is like those new heels, beautiful and shows ones' personality, the click and scrape reminding us their on our feet. But heels have no purpose without their other mate.
August, 2005
I put on my smile, and fluttered my eyelashes, acting like an over caffeinated waitress, this was my picture perfect act, and I had no choice. Leaning my elbows on the desk, hands` under chin, legs crossed, sitting barely on the edge of my chair. "Hi, I am perfectly happy, no care in the world, and I would love to hear all your problems and give you the perfect answer." That's what Aro said my mood should broadcast, This is my job, I record every vampire that walks threw my door, document all there personal info. There powers, where they are every minute of every day, and most importantly, there weaknesses. Aro's says that love is weakness, kill their mate, you give them a sentence worse then death, that's why his mate is locked away under the fog of Chelsea's power. I work for Aro, not out of freewill of course, He said to me, "You can help me sweet child, or you can die," I always remembered that laugh that came after that statement. Heartless prick.
My reminiscing was interrupted by a knocking on the door to my office. "Come in." My sweet voice chirped as a man with white blonde hair and unusual gold eyes carrying a suitcase, smiling with hope, walked toward my desk. If only I had a nickel for every time I saw that.
"Isabella Swan?" He asked hesitantly, obviously nervous, "Your the 'mate matcher'?"
I gave him a reassuring smile, "I guess you could say that, but I don't match mates, I just give people directions toward each other." I held my hand toward the chair in front of me " Please sit.", now sitting upright, hands in lap
He gracefully sat down, hands resting on each thigh
"So I'm guessing your here to find your mate, Mr..."I asked, letting the question hang for his answer, 'Mr. man who's about to give up all his privacy'
He replied, "Carlisle Cullen, and yes" smiling wider
"Well Carlisle, I hope you were informed from Gianna about the fee, it's 18 million American dollars, cash" I smiled sweetly, It was a steep price, but when you give them true love for all eternity in return instead of waiting centuries or not at all. They will pay you anything you ask.
"Yes, right here" He set the suitcase on my desk with confidence
I snapped my fingers and two other guard members enter the room, we called them the 'penny pinchers'. They moved around Carlisle and grabbed the suitcase, moving to the far corner desk to count the money.
"Sorry about this, no need to worry" I reassured this strange yellow eyed man, I'm usually not this comfortable with the clients that come in, He seems more of a father figure. I glanced at the gaurds and they nodded in approval, all 18 million was there
"Alright, lets get started" I rubbed my hands together, and stud up from my chair and walked around toward Carlisle.
"Follow me please."
