Chapter Two – Re-Location.

After every killing I make, I always move to a different state. I always go to the big states, I've been to San Francisco, Los Angeles, California and Washington DC; but I thought about going somewhere different. I'm going to Forks.

Once I had got past the 'Welcome To Forks' sign, my windscreen wipers were going mental!

I entered into my GPS what my new address was, I always phone up the Estate Agents, and find the newest cheapest house or flat. This one sounded pretty good.

I drove into the drive of my new home, it was pretty big, white, front door slap bang in the middle of it, detached, 2 floors. There was sticky note on the door. I walked over and read it: Key under pot

There were two flower pots with dead flowers in it. I'll make a change to that, I may be a serial killer, but I do love a flower. I checked under the pot on my left, no key. I looked under the pot on my right, key! I placed the key in the lock along with twisting it, and stepped in my new home. It was gorgeous.

I never pay much attention to my new home; but this, this was amazing! In the lounge were two cream couches, a flat screen TV, a coffee table, and plenty of magazines. In the kitchen was a beautiful carved table with different chairs around it. A wonderful gas oven from the 50s most likely, but no dishwasher. Shit.

I thought about wondering around Forks, and get to know it better. I once again got in my BMW, and slowly drove around Forks, stopping every now and then, to get a good look at the people. Poor people I thought, and laughed. My gun and ski mask were handy in my purse.

I was in the town when I noticed a small café:

'Forks Café' bit of naff title. I parked just round the corner, and walked in. Inside wasn't nice, 5 tables all with 4 chairs around them, and smell of greasy bacon, a fat man with a red face stuffing his mouth with bacon was sitting at one table. Apart from him, the place was empty. I was standing at the front door, debating on whether to leave or not. There seemed no service anyway.

'Can I help you?' an angelic voice asked.

'Huh?' I looked up to find the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His hair was a shade of bronze, it was tousled like he had been running for an hour, his eyes were emeralds, his skin looked smooth even with stubble growing around his chin, his face looked depressed, like he hated his job. His body was strong; he must have a six-pack. He was wearing a tight blue t-shirt, and I could just make out a pair of denim jeans. If I could, I would fuck him there right on the spot.

He coughed, to get my attention back to food.

I walked up to the counter.

'Um… One chicken salad to go please'

'Sure thing' he smiled and winked at me.

Winked at me? I was wearing very tight pants, but a baggy tee, so my boobs didn't get bigger; I had my favourite black leather jacket on, and my red Converses on. All in all: not that sexy.

Why was I going on like this? Maybe he winked at every girl who made an order?

He came back with my chicken salad, he also handed my a piece of paper, with numbers over it

'What's your name?' he asked me, leaning against the counter

'Bella' I replied looking the numbers

'I finish work at 3, call me at half past…Bella' he said and winked at me again, and walked off into the kitchen. All the while I was just standing there holding a chicken salad and the piece of paper, looking gob-smacked. With my mouth still hanging open I turned on my heels and headed out the door.

Once I remembered how to shut my mouth I headed home. I checked the time: 2.30, I couldn't wait an hour!

I went upstairs to my new bedroom, it was lovely, just right for me, a desk for my laptop, a double bed, a small wardrobe and a full length mirror, the walls were cream; I could live with that. I chucked my bag on the bed and started unpacking, and putting my clothes in my wardrobe. I took out old pictures of best friends, who I never see or speak to anymore, but it was nice to still have sight of them, I stood the frames upright and placed them carefully on the small bedside table. I found my laptop and laptop charger, plugged the charger in and put my laptop on my new desk. I checked my phone: 3.31

He picked up on the third ring.

'Hello?' his voice even sounded angelic on the phone!

'Um… Hi it's Bella?' I said with a question, hoping this was the right number.

'Oh Bella! Hi! It's Edward, the guy at the café?'

Phew. I had the right number.

'Oh, hi Edward' Don't say anything stupid

'Well, Bella, I was wondering, if you would like to, uh…' he stammered

'Oh just spit it out Edward!' What? I was an impatient woman!

'Okay, here goes…Bella I know you have only just met me, well barely know me! But I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner sometime?'

Me? Dinner? With him? Me? With Edward?

Say something! Anything!

'Uh… Sure, that would be great! Where and when exactly? I finally said.

'Tonight? Ill pick you up at 8 yeah? What's your address?'

I told him my address, stuttering it out in shock.

'I'll see you later Bella'

'Yeah, I'll see you later…' I put the phone down slowly still in shock; my first day here and I got a date!