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Chapter 2: The larvae, the caterpillar and the butterfly.
Jumping into the truck, I take one final look at Charlie's house before reversing and leaving. My heart is thudding with excitement. Finally I can do what I should have done long ago. Nothing can hold me back any more. I will live my life the way it was meant to be, not simply to satisfy the masses or prevent a ripple in the stagnate water the world has become.
I pass by the reservation on my way to the airport. Briefly I think about Jacob. But I quickly abandon the idea. We haven't really been on proper speaking terms. And I can't blame him after everything. I don't know if I could anyway without him finding out. If that were to happen, I don't know if I could handle that. Jake was my best friend and if he found out all or at least most of our time was a lie than well, I really don't know.
"Goodbye Jake."
Parking the truck for the last time, I make my way into the airport and pay for my ticket with an archaic credit card. I check my bags and walk underneath the 'boarding for New York' sign.
"Going to the big apple?" One of the air plane hostess asked, much to cheerfully for my preference.
"Yeah." I smile but continue walking past her, signally the end of the conversation. I have a window seat thankfully. I still have some time to kill before the flight takes off. Peering out the window, I see people's luggage being toted back and forth. Most of those people have not a care in the world. Just walking around like they own they place.
And that is the hilarious part of everything. Their honest, misguided belief that there is nothing greater than them, nothing higher. They go out about their business not fearing something so simple. Was it because of their ignorance that they could be so carefree? Or their disgusting arrogance.
Whatever. Pretty soon it will be futile and the world will fall into the hands of it's rightful owners.
"Thanks for flying with Continental Airlines. Please take your seats and buckle, we will be taking off in five minutes."
Five minutes until I'm that much closer to the new me, or I should say the real me rather. Resting my head back, I doze off to sleep. Something that seems to come easily for the first time in a while. I guess pretending has been more exhausting than I thought.
-4 MONTHS LATER-
I found a nice apartment in the meat packing district called the Archstone Chelsea. It was pricey but it wasn't as if I couldn't afford it. And the night life was just perfect. Especially for eating out. Still, as good as everything is here, it's still fairly lonely.
Now is as good a time as any to start looking for others who I could fit in with. Waiting for night to fall, I change into a black strapless dress and slip into some strappy golden heels. If Alice saw me now, well, she wouldn't know who she was looking at. I shake my head in disgust. I shouldn't even be thinking about Alice, let alone any Cullen.
Being around the locals these past four months, I feel as though I know the area pretty well. Supposedly there is this night club not far from the Archstone Chelsea where people who, in my opinion, had serious issues, went to 'role-playing.' I ran into one girl who frequents the 'Vampire's Ball.'
It is so ironic, everyone is busy pretending to be someone they aren't when all I ever cared to be is myself. The so-called-club bouncer had his arms crossed eyeing me up. I don't know if that was his idea of menacing but it wasn't working on me at all. I simply smiled what I hoped to be coyly, cocking an eyebrow and keep on going.
"Excuse me miss, can I see some I.D."
"No. I'm old enough." I ran my hand along side his neck, letting my hand make a trail down his arm and squeezing his hand gently.
For a moment, the bouncer took on the appearance of a fish with his mouth opening and closing multiple times.
"Um, right. Have a good night." And just as much as his eyes were glued to mine with such intensity, the Vampire's Ball bouncer shot away like he had just been burned.
I smiled and finally walked into the foggy nightclub. Strobe lights covered the ceilings and I couldn't understand how the patrons didn't experience multiple seizures. I step up to the bar, contemplating what I should drink.
"What's good around hear?" I practically had to scream to the bartender over the roaring heavy metal music. With a reaction mimicking the bouncer's he laughed unabashedly.
"Well for you I'd say coke."
"Alright let's try this again. What drink do you suggest tonight?" My eyes flare momentarily.
"HemoGin. Besides the gin I can't tell you what's in it, but it's close to the real thing." His attitude made a complete one eighty from originally. I doubted that 'hemogin' tasted anything close to the real thing. Turning my back to the counter, I survey the atmosphere.
People are dressed up in ultra formal attire. Maybe the club's name is more appropriate than I originally suspected. I see white fangs that are clearly cheap plastic, and some that look strikingly real. And in the back, almost missing it altogether, I see silver eyes shimmering in the darkness like a pair of stars. I can feel him staring at me.
I send a slight smile and tilt my head to the side, beckoning him to come over. He accepts my invitation and makes his way to me.
"Your drink, ma'am."
"Thanks." I wrap my hand around the base of the cup and shift it closer.
"Hi, I saw you looking at me." The stranger spoke with a smug, and arrogant tone like he had reason to be superior to all others. And in all right he did, for the most part.
"Yeah, just like you were looking at me. Or shall I say staring?"
"Whatever works for you darling. I see you're into those 'HemoGin' drinks. Between you and me..." The mystery man leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "I know how to get the real McCoy."
"Really? I've never heard that phrase in years and years and years. And by the way, you're little secret, is not so secret. Sorry to burst your bubble." Picking up my drink, I down it in one gulp. My guest didn't seem swayed, if anything he appeared more intrigued.
"What's your name anyway?"
"Amadeo, at your service." He brought is hand to my neck, resting his thumb on my pulse and squeezing carefully yet purposely.
"Let's go someplace that's not so bloody loud." I couldn't help but laugh at Amadeo's cheap pun.
"Why not, lead the way Silver Eyes."
"Aren't you going to tell me your name? It's only fair, you would have to admit. I mean you have already given me a nickname."
"You'll have to wait and earn that. If you can." I joked with him. Of course I would tell him. There is no reason to hide anything bout myself with him.
A/N: Got 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled today. I should say all b/c you only have 4. LOL. Anyway, it was a walk in the park, a complete 180 from the pain I was expecting. But for a get well soon present, you could review this chapter? And remember...I'm trying to be vague on purpose. Though I might have giving it away at the end.