Cold and rain. Two things that I generally dislike in life since I basically grow up in a desert. Yet here I am speeding down the highway to Forks the place that only has cold and rain on my motorbike which was paid for in the money I earned from being an assassin. Thankfully we had managed to convince the FBI to let us keep our asset's saying we never know when we might need to buy information or way's into certain venues. That reason alone let us keep the thousands we earned in such a short time. Not to mention the money added with the FBI paying us to help them as well. Let's just say my bank account leaves me feeling very comfortable for the future. Agent Hoet is following behind me in her Volvo. As she's my handler I am always having to be near by which is why I also have to where and an ankle monitor so she can see where I am all the time. Just in case something bad happens she says but like anyone would believe that. how she managed to land a job at my new high school I have no idea but she did so that's going to be fun. Arghh the thought of being the new girl pisses me off. I'm going to be the shiny new toy for everyone to fight over. My plan of action is trying to ignore everyone and focus on my job. Taking down everyone who has committed a serious crime in America.
Charlie was thrilled to hear that I was moving back to Forks to finish high school. My mother was less thrilled but understanding knowing I wanted to move a few months before but stayed for her. It wasn't long after Agent Hoet stopped following me so she can move in to her rented house for her stay here that I pulled up to the Swan residence. Ha it's the exactly like I remember it. I'm guessing my dad heard my bike pulling up to the house as he's already standing outside by the time I've dismounted and took off my helmet.
"Hey dad." I say causally as he moves to hug me before pulling away awkwardly and leading me inside and up to my room.
"So I got your stuff you sent over already it's up in your room. I'll leave you to get settled." That's one of the things I love must about Charlie he's not much of a talker and he doesn't linger." Taking off my leather jacket and hanging it up on the door I can't help but look at the picture of a Skull head with a pair of wings behind it. It's our logo from our pit fighting and assassin days. Funnily I used to hate this symbol as it reminded that I was a slave committing monstrous crimes. But now whenever I see it, I don't see the pain or fear but the reminder that I'm free. That I now have siblings who I love and that I now hunt the monsters who exploited me. A devilish smirk flashes on to my face thinking off all those already in prisoner or dead because of our help and the thought of getting the next person on our list.
Forgetting the jacket, I move to the three suitcases spread out among my room. One of them has all my normal clothes and other stuff for school and what not. The second case is filled with weapons that I will have to hide here and at the high school so I can protect myself when I'm attacked. People were already suspecting us for working with the cops and the longer we do the more clear it will become to them. But I will be ready for every attack they try on me. Knives swords guns flash bangs bow and arrows. As well as my assassin outfit which is fitted with ballistic armour so I can take a few hit's if needed. The third bag is my security set up. Motion sensors to be placed at all points of entry that when triggered send a small shock from my watch to wake me up. Camera's so I can keep an eye on my surroundings from my phone and if I do get attacked video evidence of who committed the act against me. One camera will be in my bedroom. 5 set outside the house. Two on my bike covering the front and back to catch plate numbers. And one always on me. Hoet said she will rig up the school and connect it to the video stream for me. When they come for me, I will see them coming and be ready to greet them to Forks. Normal people would call me paranoid but then again normal people don't have different gangs' assassins and other dangerous people hunting them.
As my won't come into my room often I don't have to hide my weapons as well as I did at my mom's. That women has no understanding of personal space. Slipping a pistol with a silencer attached under two pillows should be good enough for now. I also slip a blade just behind my bedside table on both sides so no matter what side I'm on I can reach out and grab it. As well as another one at the end of bed. Moving on to my desk I hide a gun in one of my draws and knife in the other. The bigger guns like my shotgun, assault rifle and sniper will have to stay in their cases hidden behind my clothes. For the bathroom I'm going to scrape out a title and store a gun in there. Dad won't even know. Downstairs however will be harder to hide but I think I can cave a small hole in the sofa so I can lean over and grab it. My bike is already loaded with a to pistols under the seat. I think that's it for weapons and security and not a moment too soon as my dad gently knocks on my door telling me it's time for dinner. Re grabbing my jacket, I follow him down the stairs and into his police car so we can visit the local dinner. Eating out is fun and all but I prefer to cook my own food. Less chance of being poisoned that way. Beside I can't live just of steak and burgers it's so unhealthy.
After eating at the small very windowed dinner and exchanging small talk with my dad I head back up to my room. It was around eight o'clock so I figured a good night sleep would help me mentally and emotional for tomorrow. I hated attention before I was a highly trained killer now, I hate it even more. Oh well what can I do.
Rocking up to Forks high on my motorbike draw everyone's attention which I already knew would happen. What I didn't expect however was to see seven vampires leaning against their cars waiting to go in to school. They must have good self control. And less murderous tendencies. One of them the thin guy with short brown hair eye's me more than his siblings. Even from across the car park I can just about make out the darkening of his eyes. Right my scent is very strong and appetising to vampires. But it's not that the fact that his eyes are dark it's the fact that they were gold. Strange. Figuring that It's best to leave them alone I make my way to the office to collect my timetable. First 4 periods go very slowly and with everyone trying to befriend making it go even slower. Lunch was civil but I ignored everyone leaving to eat outside in the cold. I'm not out there long before someone starts making their way towards me. "I thought you would try to blend in more." Hoet f course.
"Making friends here will only paint targets on their back. Besides I don't plan on staying here long." I tell her standing up. "You saw them right." them being the vampire coven just chilling in the cafeteria.
"Yeah." she replies hinting she will talk to me about it later. By vampire law anyone who is human and knows about them must either be killed or changed. Best not to give them a reason to kill me until later. what ever else she was going to was cut off by me spasming. One minute i was standing next it felt like my entire was locked down dragging me to the ground I couldn't control my muscles as started to seize. Hoet is quickly down by me side looking surprised and concerned. it only lasted a few seconds but it was enough for me to fear someone had poisoned me or something. "What just happened." she all but shouted,
"I don't know." my voice cracks at that but i quickly calm myself down and stand back up. "Whatever it was it's over now." she doesn't look convinced and in all honestly neither do I.
"You have history with me next you know." she says changing the subject that i am thankful for. I'll figure this out later.
"This may surprise you but history was. Is my favourite subject." I tell her looking away at my slip up on was. Sometimes I wonder why I bother with school I could be working for FBI undercover full time. It would be so much easier for me.
"I know you don't want to be here anymore then I do." she says sympathetically. "But soon this will all be over and you can go back to being the super agent you are."
"Not an agent remember." I shot back. "A source of information and then your solider."
"You can become an agent when you turn eighteen if you want too." she informs me before taking her leave. Becoming an actual agent is all I want now. It's a normal job. Far for normal then a pit fighter. I want fight the bad guys and stop others suffering like I have. Just got to wait a little bit longer. And get through my last two lessons. History and Biology.
