Performance Night
I
My newly bought, black Audi clicked to a stop as I parked and took the key out of the ignition. I gathered my purse and hotel information, and stepped out of the car. Still stunned with the performance I'd just seen, I never noticed the icy breeze. I didn't even know what time it was, although it looked quite late, and you could just make out the first few stars of the night in the sky.
The four-star hotel automatic doors slid open for me as I walked in. The hotel had just opened two months ago. I hadn't chosen it, my brothers, Emmett and Jasper had. This weekend had all been a gift from them for me to 'relax' after my accident.
A few weeks ago, I'd been on a hiking trip with school. I knew it was a bad idea from the start, but the love of my life, Edward had insisted that I go and that he would come too. Of course, on one of the walks going down a massive mountain, I had to go and trip on a root that was sticking out just a little bit. Edward was only a few steps behind me, and he did catch me before I rolled all the way down to the bottom. But, being as hard and strong as he was, he pulled me back with a little too much force and I cracked a few ribs. As always, he blamed himself, although it was my fault for tripping in the first place. But anyway, they sent me here to London to rest. And so far, it hadn't been that bad.
'Hello. How can I help tonight?' said the man who, by his name tag, was called Mark.
'I have a room under the name 'Swan'.'
'One moment, please.' As he sifted through the files and papers on his desk, I went back to thinking about the breath-taking play.
I had just been to see 'The Phantom Of The Opera' in The West- End Theatre in London. I'd always wanted to go and see it, but never got the chance to. It had just been the most amazing experience of my life. No, I couldn't say that. My life had been one roller coaster after another; since I came to Forks. First, the chase in 2005 that nearly ended my life when I stupidly went after-
'Excuse me, Miss. Swan?' asked the concierge as he pulled me out of my train of thought.
' Sorry, yes?'
'Your room is ready. It's on the fifth floor, room 106. I understand that a Mr. Wright brought your luggage up at 5pm today?'
I loved the English accent. It was so posh. Mine sounded so informal compared to theirs.
'Yes. Is it in my room?'
'Of course, Miss. Swan. I can assure you that no one else has been in there since. Have a nice night.' I got the impression that he wanted to go.
'Th-thank you.' I stammered.
I took the card from him and walked away. It might have been just me, but when he said 'room 106'; I could swear his voice shook the tiniest bit.