Meeting the Police Chief

Laina's POV

Waking up the next morning, the first thing I notice as I open my eyes, my head turned to the left, is how dark it is outside. That's to be expected, considering my usual wake up time is 5 am. I see water droplets sticking to the outside of the window. Light reflects off the water droplets from a small orchid shaped night light plugged into the base of the wall beneath the window. Against my boyfriend's better judgment, I don't have blinds to block the windows. I did buy thick black curtains though, which seemed to appease him a bit, but I rarely close the curtains in our bedroom. I never want to miss the show. I love rain, storms, clouds, etc. That's partly my aesthetic and one of the primary reasons why I wanted to move to Forks. Whenever I hear the weather raging outside, I feel soul warming trembles run throughout my body. It's a lovely feeling. My second main reason for coming here was the privacy that I assumed we'd have considering the small population size. Luckily for me, Jacob also wanted to come here, so that was also a plus.

I feel a cold hand cover my eyes as I try to sit up in bed. "Guess who."

I hear a male voice that sounds gruff and husky. Babe ~. Smiling to myself, I reach up to play with his arm hair. "Hubby? Is that you?"

I hear him snort softly as he pulls my head back, making me rest my upper back against his chest and the right side of my head touch his left. "Not yet, but definitely soon." He moves his hand down to rest just below my neck, but I don't move yet. I lay there with him for a few moments before getting up to start my morning routine.

The time on my phone read 5:13 AM before I tucked it away into the pouch of my rain jacket. My morning routine consisted of light stretching and a 30-minute run. I like to challenge myself to run faster within a set time limit. So far, my best distance is 3.5 miles. It isn't the best, but it's progress. Suddenly, it feels like a long stretch of ice wraps around my stomach and lifts me off my feet.

"Time to go. Don't want to be late for school later," Jacob says as he picks up my water bottle from the table near the front door and hands it to me. I nod my head happily as he walks out the front door, my body pressed snuggly against him, and he locks the door behind us.

I reach down with my left hand feeling a familiar heat flow down my arm to my palm. Pushing the heat into his arm to spread throughout the rest of his body, I let the giddiness takeover me, wiggling my hips as Jacob sets me down. I know he technically doesn't need to exercise, but I still enjoy his company.

"We don't need to do anything hardcore right now. We can just walk around for right now and get to know the area first," I say as we walk down our driveway.

There are two tall light poles on either side of our driveway near the road. Our driveway isn't that long, so I didn't see a need for many small lights to illuminate the driveway. I really like the light poles, since I had them decorated to look like black magical staffs with deep blue spherical cages on the tops and bright white orbs resting in the center. I love being a witch and the aesthetics that come with witchcraft, while Jacob likes vintage, traditional, and ancient decorations and upholstery, so why not make our lair look like Maleficent and Poseidon came together to craft a mini modernized version of a dark Grecian castle?

Being a witch that doesn't age unless she wants to has its advantages. I've been alive for a very long time, spending most of my time traveling and performing "miracles" as people called them, for a fee of course. I never had a use for the money I made sense I'd craft whatever I needed myself, so I saved it in case I wanted to use it later and continued to travel and strengthen my powers. When banks and savings accounts became popular enough for me to learn about them in passing, I stored my currency from different parts of the world in banks with a male name, for obvious sexist reasons, and continued to add to them later. Whenever enough time passed, I would transfer the accounts to myself under the guise of being my own grandson. Since then, there are a few accounts that I've crafted with the name Laina, but still, most of my accounts, especially in other countries, have "male" holders. As such, about a year before Jacob and I moved to Forks, I contracted workers to draw up blueprints of our soon-to-be new home and set them to work in Forks to make our ideal Forks home a reality on a large stretch of land that thankfully was up for sale at the time.

The outside of our two-story home consists of black bricks with deep cerulean blue painted into the spaces between them. The pearl undertone of the paint and extra glossy coat makes the blue look like liquid when passing by. Jacob said that would be too much for humans and that it would take too much time, so that part I did myself. Spread out around the thickly cut bushes near the front of the house are a variety of dark flowers, my favorite being the Before the Storm iris. However, mixed throughout the dark vegetation are Ocean Breeze orchids, which Jacob picked out himself after a lot of coaxing from me. I get that he likes blue, but there are many different shades of blue. I need at least a little help to make sure our home is to his liking as much as it is to mine. With a neatly cut lawn and black roofing, our home looked different from others that we've seen in Forks for sure, but at the same time, it's simple.

The inside of our home was also simple, but it is light instead of dark. There is still a blue ocean theme since Jacob was little help when talking about decorating. He's a simple guy, which I love, but my overachiever mind wanted to run wild. I pitched him ideas that would fit an ocean theme, but he really wanted a simple look with lots of space, so I relented.

Walking into our house yesterday, I felt my spirit be uplifted. Past the front door is a wide-open space with a small side table, a small closet to the right, and large openings in front of it and on both sides. Through the left opening is the kitchen with wooden cabinets the same light brown shade as our wooden floors and a dining room on the other side of a wall past the kitchen. Through the right opening is a large living room complete with a beige, curved-around couch set, tall bamboo plants in the corners, and a huge plasma screen tv lined in the middle of the couch set. Through the front opening are wooden stairs that lead to the upstairs where you'd find two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an office, and a small sitting space. Still through the front opening, going around the stairs, are an extra bedroom and bathroom down a hallway to the left. Down the center of the main walkway are a pair of glass doors that lead to a patio in the back of the house. Also, in our backyard, besides forest, is a greenhouse where I like to grow my vegetables. To the right of the main walkway are two doors. One door leads to a moderately sized library while the other leads to a small conservatory where I grow my herbs and sit to enjoy the weather. Lastly, littered throughout the house in different shapes and sizes are a few labradorite, jet crystal, black obsidian, and black tourmaline crystals to cleanse and protect the energy in the atmosphere.

Starting on our morning walk, we turn right to walk towards the main road. To the left would lead to a dead end of more forest, so there was no need to wander there just yet. The road that we live on is moderately long; it takes a few minutes for us to reach the end of it. Just as we get within a few feet of the main road, we see a police cruiser slowly driving down the road. Being the creeper that I am, I quickly throw on the hood of my rain jacket and wave creepily with a straight face. I had hope that the officer would be creeped out and speed off, but I guess my mind didn't register that cops are different from normal civilians.

The cruiser slowed and stopped past us before backing up to stop with the passenger window rolled down a few feet in front of us.

"Do your parents know you're out here this early?"

We heard a male voice, so we assumed the officer was a guy as he spoke in a raised tone while leaning over into his passenger's seat to look up at us. Pulling my hood back, I hear Jacob answer the officer.

"No sir, but we don't live with our parents. We just moved in yesterday and wanted to walk around and see the area a bit before school."

We hear him grunt and see him turn back to the wheel as the passenger's side window rolls up. I think he's about to drive away as his cruiser moves forward, but instead, he pulls over to the side of the road and opens his door.

"Oh God, it's over. We're going to jail," I say in a hushed panic. I feel Jacob stand closer to me and slightly in front of me. "Don't worry. Nothing bad is going to happen," he calmly whispers back to me. "You don't know that!" I quickly whisper back, wrapping my hands around his left bicep and lightly tugging. "Do you think I'd ever let anything happen to you?" Jacob tilts his head slightly towards me in question. I look up at the side of his face and respond softly, "Of course not, I trust you. You know that. But!" – my whispered voice quickly rising – "I also don't want anything to happen to you! What do you think is going to happen if he finds out-" I cut off my whispered panic as the officer walks up to us.

The officer stops in front of us with his hands on his hips. "What are your names?"

"Laina Peach." "Jacob Wright."

The officer relaxes his stance and ducks his head down, nodding. Jacob and I exchange glances quickly before looking back at the officer. He looks up with a small smile on his lips before stepping forward and offering his hand to Jacob.

"Right. You're the new neighbors, then. I'm Charlie Swan, Chief of Police." Returning the chief's smile, Jacob extends his right hand to firmly shake it. "Pleasure to meet you, sir."

Flicking his head up after hearing Jacob's accent, he asks where he's from, to which Jacob engages Charlie in a conversation about life in Waco, Texas. A few minutes later, Charlie's eyes wander to me, and I feel my anxiety spike. Oh, please no. I smile awkwardly at him. He seems to pick up on my discomfort and he nods, as if in understanding, before asking us about school and how we like the area so far.

Jacob and I are seniors this year, but we have been taking dual enrollment classes since last year. This way, it would be easier for him to transition into the college workload and make us attractive candidates for college admissions. I technically wasn't enrolled in school until two years ago, but I had some papers drawn up so that I could "transfer" into Jacob's school in his grade year. Surprisingly, after Jacob was turned, he didn't feel the urge to go on a killing spree. In fact, he said that most people didn't smell appealing to him. Yes, he drinks blood, but only because he has to. Specifically, he drinks human blood that I buy him.

This is another plus of being a witch. There are sorcery stores scattered all over the place for all types of magical creatures, and they accept all types of currency. Getting to them is a bit tricky, however, because one would need a portkey to have access to these areas, as well as other places not meant for normal humans. Jacob looked like he just stepped into a different dimension when I first took him to one. My portkey is a literal master key that opens doors to wherever I need to go. So, in a sense, I guess he did step into a different dimension.

After confirming that we weren't psychopaths, he told us about his daughter that will be starting school with us today. He's hoping that she makes some friends today and told us where he lives, saying we could stop by whenever for whatever. Feeling a bit calmer, I spoke to Charlie for the first time.

"Thank you, sir. We'll have to visit sometime, but we should probably get back home and get ready for school." I maintained eye contact with him as I spoke in a low but clear voice. I felt proud of myself for not stuttering.

Charlie seems surprised that I spoke to him before nodding and saying goodbye. Charlie and Jacob tilted to their heads to each other before Charlie got back into his cruiser and drove away.

"Oh my gosh," I breath out as I step closer Jacob, pressing forehead to his left bicep. He turns to me, engulfing me in a hug as I rest the side of my face on his chest.

"See, I told you nothing bad was going to happen." Jacob pats my head, and I close my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I step away from him while grabbing his hand, entwining my fingers in his, before walking back towards our house. The day hasn't even started, and I'm already stressed out.