Chapter 2
I made my way across the plains the rest of the day, and by the next night I was crossing the Rockies. I could feel the tugging pull getting more and more impatient. The next sunrise, the pulling stopped. I was in Forks, Washington, the place I had called home over a century ago. The memories flooded through me and i knew this had to be the wrong place. I would stay here though. I had no other choice. Nobody would recognize me, everyone who knew me was long dead. I decided to find a place to stay for the night, and then figure out my plan the next morning. I rented a room in a family-owned motel. It was owned by the Yorkie family. This place was said to be passed down from generation to generation for the last 100 years. I remembered David Yorkie. He was a classmate at the old school house when I was a young girl. It seemed his family had continued strong. I got my room and took a shower. I felt the dirt in my skin and it was very annoying. The shower felt good and somewhat human. I lay in the bed, just wishing I could sleep. I closed my eyes, to no avail. Sleep still wouldn't come. I let my mind wonder and thought more about the past.
James and I were hunting partners, friends, and mates. I knew he would do nearly anything for me in the beginning. He knew I didn't feel that way about him. Every time we kissed, I felt something was missing. It felt forced and uncomfortable. James would get angry at me and hurt me. I was safe from any other creature, except vampires. And this vampire was the only one that could hurt me. The pain was excruciating, when he would throw me to the ground, forcing me down at least ten feet. I wasn't strong or fast for a vampire. James was both. Then he would apologize and swear he would never hurt me again. It took place almost every day for 90 years. In 2008, I'd had enough. The pain was too much though. I began to hate him. Any love I ever had for him was replaced with sheer rage and hate. I would kill him, even if I got taken down with him. I came up behind him one night while we were hunting. He was too consumed in drinking, that he didn't hear me. I gently put my hands on his neck and ripped as hard as I could. I heard the screech of vampire being torn and I loved it. I started giggling darkly and I truly lost it. I ripped the rest of him to shreds and threw the pieces in a warehouse. I burned the whole thing to the ground. James was dead, and so was my fear. I realized I was a monster though. I could kill a creature that was exactly like me, who loved me, and not feel any guilt or remorse. I had always heard that vampires were soulless demons. I never believed that until now. To feel guilt is to have a conscience. To have a conscience, you would then have a soul. I had none of those things. I traveled the night, all threw the Unites States for over a year, never finding love or happiness, thinking of myself as a demon to the world.
I opened my eyes and realized I had been laying there for hours. It was now morning, but it was cloudy enough, I could walk around in the light. I got up and decided I would be going to high school. I called the only vampire friends I had, and asked one of them to come and act like my mother. I implored Kate's help because she was the most patient. They were a family of sisters who lived in Denali, Alaska. They were the closest thing to family I had. Kate agreed to come and she got on a flight to Washington. All I had left to do was wait. I decided to go look around the town. It was a Saturday, so I couldn't have went to school any ways.
Walking through town brought back memories. Good and bad memories. I remembered my father, Charlie, and where we used to live. I decided to go there first. The house was empty, except for an old woman on the porch. I assumed she lived there now. It was no longer my home.
I walked through town like that the whole day, never getting tired or hungry or having to use a restroom. That was one of the perks of being a vampire. It was late when I got to my motel room. I turned on the lights and there was Kate sitting on my bed. I laughed and hugged her and we talked about everything each other had missed for hours. The next day we were registering me at Forks High School, and buying a house. It would be a long day.
The next morning it still hadn't rained yet, but it was cloudy and dark. The blanket of gray never seemed to move. I realized this was the perfect place to stay. I could stay outside during the day. I could be more human than I had been in nearly 100 years. Tanya had went hunting that night. The Denali coven had taught me to hunt animals instead of people. I didn't like the thought of people dying. I wasn't one of them, but I had been a long time ago. The animals didn't taste as good, but it helped people. Everyone needed some kind of penance, and this was mine.