'When it comes to revenge, not even my death can stop me'
Chapter I
New beginings
I've never listened to anyone. Always being the stubborn one, making my own decisions, needing no aid from anyone. That's how I ended up here. Looking up at the billboard of anounments, standing right in the centre of Heathrow airport, London. I was checkin for when my flight was due. It read London to New York due at 2:00am. That means 10 more minutes for me to get some coffee, go through security, and board the plane. I strode off into the crowds of people, wandering how so many people could be awake at this time of night. I searched around for coffee shops, with no success. That was until, I realised I was spending far too much time looking around this massive airport for coffee. Right at that moment, I heard a woman's voice anounce the next flight, which was boarding people on. That's when I started to sprint. And I don't mean lousy, human paced sprinting. I mean nearly flying off my feet sprinting. In less than 5 seconds, I reached the security gate, went past and towards Gate 4, where my plane was boarding. I ran through the empty, narrow corridor which lead towards the plane, until I looked up and faced a sickengly sweet air hostess, and much too serious for his own good Pilot.
''May I see your ticket please,'' smiled the air airhostess, in a polites manor. I handed her my boarding ticket. She took a swift look at it, then handed it back to me.
''Your seat is number 4d, to your left. Thank you for flying with British Airways. Enjoy your flight.''
''Thank you,'' I replied, not really meaning it. But I doubt she could tell. I was wearing shades, after all. I walked along the middle of the aeroplane, where rows of seats of 4 were at both my side. It was a short trip to my seat, as I had picked frist class. My seat was right next to the window. Gosh, this is going to be fun. I opened the store cabinet at the top of the seats, and shoved in my small suitcase. My handbag on the other hand, was shoved under my seat. I had stuff in there I would need for the flight. I sat down, getting comfy, taking out my iPod to listen to, when I was disturbed by a 20 something year old man, sitting next to me, fiddling with his suitcase. Yep, this is what 'first class torture' is. Being annoyed by highly snobbish businessmen. I think he realised he was annoying me, as he looked at my stern face, and apologised. I must admit, he was rather cute. But not cuter than Claude ofcourse.
Who's Claude you ask? My boyfriend. And maybe, soon to be fiancé. How do I know his going to propose to me? I just do. I think...
Anyways, I put on my seatbelt, and stuffed my iPod earphones into my ears. My playlist has a vast selection of songs. But my favourite at the moment was Amy Winehouse's - I'm no good. I looked up to see the air hostess go through the safety procedures. I wasn't bothered to listen -I've been through one too many procedures myself- so I turned up the volume of my iPod. I tried closing my eyes, much to my dismay, I can't actually get a second of shut eye. Why you ask? Well, because I'm half vampire...and well, vampires can't sleep you see. On the contrary though, I think it's quite fun that I can't sleep. Allthough, I am half slayer too. Your probably thinking I'm physcho, right? And the reason as to why I'm going to New York, is because they have found a place for me in Bellevue. Right? Wrong. You see, the reason as to why I am really going to the USA, is because I am on a Vincent hunt. Who's Vincent? His the biggest coward/asshole to roam this planet for more than 500 years. Why am I after an asshole? Well, I wouldn't simply label a person/vampire for no reason. You see, I have my reasons as to why I hate him with such passion. He killed my mother when I was only a year old. Is that a good enough reason for you? Or do I have to explain in detail as to why I am after him at such far distances-this flight is about 6 hours long by the way, then another 6 from New York to Washington, Forks by car. Well, I am after him. I have been, for nearly 5 years now, from the age of 13. I grew up escaping all the time from my father, to avenge my mothers death. Redemption is the sweetest thing in life for me.
I could feel the plane start to lift off the ground, at great speed. It cut through the sky, soaring like a hawk. I concentrated on the music which was playing -Muse Supermassive Black Hole. I started to tap my foot on the ground to the song, and my fingernails tapped on the armrest, as I looked out the window. Eventually, when the plane was in level in the air, we were allowed to remove our seatbelts. I removed mine immediatly, as I looked up at the small TV screens which were coming down, from above our heads. They were playing Tom & Jerry. Jesus, couldn't they put on something more intresting...
5 hours later...
And I am in my seat, getting all excited. For what? That this plane ride is eventually going to be over and done with. I got off my seat, and made my way towards the bathroom. There were two of them, but they were both in use. Plus, there was a long qeue to get in.
''Gosh, hurry up won't you,'' I exclaimed, trying to make it clear that I needed the toilet. The people from the qeue just turned around and stared at me blankly, like idiots. That was until the guy next to the first toilet got the message, and started to knock on the toilet door.
20 or so minutes later, I eventually got inside. I took out my handy makeup bag, and applied on some black eyeliner, though I didn't need mascara. My lashes were very thick and dark. I put on some red lipstick, with a slip of some sheer lipgloss on top. I tied up my really long, straightend hair into a sleek ponytail, and got out before I suffocated. Everyone was sat at their seats, with seatbelts on. The plane was going to land. I quickly walked over to my seat, sat down and put on my seatbelt. The plane was slightly shifting to one side, getting lower towards the city. I looked out of my window, to see New York in it's most glorious state in the sunrise. It was now around 7:40am.
When the areoplane finally landed, a wide, sheepish smile spread across my face. Everyone then rushed to get out of their seats, and take out their bags. I got up, took out my suitcase, and slowly, behind a load of people made my towards the exit, stepping down the stairs, to be met by fresh, chilly air, which licked off my face. It was Autumn, after all.
I carefully made my way across, in a short walk from the plane towards the opening of the airport. I went through a few checkouts, and exited the airport, relieved. I stood outside, in an attempt to get away from the mass of people getting picked up by yellow Taxis, or loved ones. I, on the other hand, was waiting for my darling slayer friend, Penelopé. Slayers too can drive at extreme speeds, like vampires -if they wished too-so I wasn't worried for her arriving late or something. Just incase, I took out my mobile phone, and started to dial Penelopé's number. Hopefully she hasn't forgotten about our arrangments. Hopefully. The phone was ringing at the other end, until I heard a woman's voice at the other end.
''Hello?'' She asked.
''Penelopé...dontcha know who it is...'' I hinted, my voice oozing out happiness. There was silence at the other end, until I heard a scream. I had to block the earpeice with my hand for a second. I didn't want to end up deaf.
''Oh my God...baby! Your here already! OH MY GOD! Where are you?''
''What do you mean where am I? I'm outside the airport...in New York. Where are you is the real question?'' I asked, bewildered.
''Well, do you see a black Bentley anywhere, babe?'' A black Bentley...wait...I happen to own a black Bentley, which I left at Penelopé's for whenever I acme to visit her.
''Oh my Gosh! Penelope...you took out my car?'' I asked.
''Yes...why, I'm sorry...do you mind?'' She asked worried.
''NO! I BLOODY LOVE YOU! Where are you?'' I asked, happily.
''Well, I am parked right towards the end of a massive row of Taxis...to your right.'' At that , I clicked shut my mobile phone, and started to walk towards the massive, neverending qeue of Taxis. I walked, and walked until I saw my baby Bentley parked, with a crazy Penelopé practically running out the car. She was smiling like a mad man, as she came towards me, squeezing me to death in a hug.
''Baby, you've changed soo much! Are you ok?'' she asked over excited.
''Yeh, I'm fine babe. But are you ok? Your acting like a banshee.'' She just looked at me for a moment, then started to laugh her head off.
''Ofcourse I'm fine. It's just that I'm so happy to see you, after what? 3 years. God, where have you been all those years?'' She asked, pulling me towards the car. I was about to enter the car, when I realised I was entering the drivers seat. God, I can't get the hang of sitting at the other side as a passenger. Stupid British cars. Argghh.
''Well,'' I started to say, blushing at me stupidity of entering at the wrong side ''I've been here, and there. I just couldn't find the time to come. You know?''
''Yeh. Anyways...I just saw you, about to enter at the wrong side. You can drive if you want. I mean, it's your car after all.'' She offered.
''Really? Are you sure...'' I said.
''Yeh, go ahead.''
