Disclaimer – I do not own twilight or moonlight only my OC.
Ok so this was it. I was officially moving to Forks. I was leaving L.A, my home, to go to Forks. I was going to Forks, where my father and sister lived. No matter how many times I said it, it still sounded stupid. I love L.A, okay, I love the busyness and the people and the atmosphere. I even loved to danger that lurked around corners at night. So why had I decided to leave? Because my best friend was opening a company in Seattle and wanted someone he trusted to overlook it. It would be easy, he said, watch from a distance, he said, you'll have fun, he said!
You wanna know want I think of that? Bullshit! The only reason he was sending me away was because he thought I was depressed and lost. Which I'm not, just because the man I loved turned out to be a psycho killer doesn't mean that I was depressed. I don't get depressed. I am always strong and in control.
That's how you survive.
But still, I agreed to move, but only because my best friend is a 400 year old vampire with the whole of L.A at his feet. Still I suppose that if Josef were to ask me to jump of a cliff or throw myself in a room of staving newborns I would probably do it. Josef Konstan could make me do anything, he is after all my best friend and I love him. Plus, though he would never admit it, he would do the same for me.
So here I am on my way to Forks, Washington, where my perfect sister is, oh the joy. The phone call to my dad asking to live with him was so weird I hadn't spoken to him since I was about eleven, ever since he and mum decided to ship me off to L.A to live with my aunt Carol and my cousin, Beth. Of course, moving into the Turner household was the best thing that ever happened to me, but it still hurts when you find out that your parents don't want you. Charlie was confused as to why I suddenly wanted to live with him but after a lot of persuasion (on my half) and a lot of stupid excuses (on his half) he finally agreed. A man couldn't through out his own daughter after all, people would talk.
Forks is a beautiful place these no doubt about it, the trees reached to the sky and surrounded the small town like a blanket, protecting it from the outside world. There was green everywhere, but it was nice, it made me feel calm and safe. Despite the situation and the horrors I was about to face when I got to the swan residence, I found my self smiling; I was going to like it here. I knew it.
Of course my smile was quick to fade when I reached Charlie's house. There was no welcome committee though I wasn't really expecting it. In fact there was no nothing, no car outside, no lights on inside. What the hell. There was not way I was waiting outside in the wet and the cold all night. I parked up and jogged up to the front door, Forks may be beautiful but it wasn't half cold. I knocked several times, hard. No answer. Great, perfect even. I pulled the hair pin out of my hair and wriggled it about in the key hole. One thing good about living with vampires? You learn the important things in life. The door clicked open with a small groan. I quickly got my stuff from the car and make myself at home. They had to come home sooner or later and either way suited me just fine.