He tore her apart, piece by piece, and pulled a lighter out of his pocket. He lit her on fire.
It burned a sweet smelling purple smoke. but there was a horrible screeching coming from it. How odd, that is how you kill a vampire? I thought.
He looked at me and nodded. "Thank you." I said.
He nodded again, and as if he'd just realized what he'd done, and who I am, he ran. He was gone faster a thought coul completely form in my head.
Okay then. . . I thought. No biggie. I'm alive. . .
I walked to the airport and got my luggage. I hired a taxi to drive me to Forks. It took me half an hour and then some. He drove a lot faster than dad used to.
I handed him the money, and just stood in front of the middle school. That was where I should have been all this year, and yesterday, and today. But I couldn't be.
I started to walk towards where I remembered the big white house to be. It took me almost an hour to walk there, but eventually I did get there. I straight to the room with the pink closet.
I got twice the amount of money that I'd payed J., and went to the closest room, deciding to stay the night there. I was suddenly too tired to walk back to dad's old house.
The room was decorated in gold and black colours, there were many CD's lined up on a huge shelf on the wall, and the wall facing south was entirely a window.
I went to look at the CD's. Debussy, Chopin, Tchaicovski, Tupac, Shania Twain, Carrie Underwood, Evanescence, Slip Knot, Korn, Linkin Park, Black Sabbath, Jesse McCartney, and so many more names that I had never heard of.
I grabbed the Shania Twain CD, Come On Over, first.
Whose bed have your boots been under?
Whose bed have your boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
Whose bed have your boots been under?
I sang along, pretending to have a mic in my hand.
I turned off the CD player, so I could go to the bathroom. As I went, I began to sing the song again.
"Don't look so lonely
Don't act so blue
I know I'm not the only
Girl you run to."
"I heard you've been sneakin'
Around with Jill
And what about that weekend
With Beverly Hill?"
When I was done, I quickly washed my hands. The soap smelt really good. Warm Vanilla Sugar from Bath and Body Works. . . I put it on my list to buy when I got an apartment. . .
When I got back, I turned the CD player back on, after getting lost a few times. I went into the room I thought it was, only to find a library! I almost stayed in there, too. No Bella. No. Focus.
"I'm going out tonight-I'm feelin' alright
Gonna let it all hang out"
When it said this, I pulled my hair out of it's ponytail.
"Wanna make some noise-really raise my voice
Yeah, I wanna scream and shout"
I screamed the last part, laughing. It was the most fun I'd had in a year, and you know what they say, Girls Just Wanna Have Fuuun, Oh Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.
"The car won't start-it's falling apart
I was late for work and the boss got smart
My pantyline shows-got a run in my hose
My hair went flat-man, I hate that. (Hate that.)
"Just when I thought things couldn't get worse
I realized I forgot my purse
With all this stress-I must confess
This could be worse than PMS"
I was jumping around and air guitaring by now.
When the CD was finished, I popped Fallen, by Evanescence into the player.
"I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone."
I grew calm now. It opened my eyes to the danger I was in. How I was endangering myself by singing so loudly. Soon the song, the beautiful, sad song, was over. Move over Amy Lee, here come Claude Debussy.
I skipped all the way to Clair De Lune, and put it on repeat. As the first few sorrowful notes played, I grabbed the golden throw blanket on the top of the black leather couch, turned down the lights, and fell asleep on the couch.
That night I dreamt of bronze-haired stranger, who played Clair De Lune for me.
