It had been over a year since I had learned about what really happened to my parents. And I learned about the scar; it was my destiny. And I accepted it. I embraced it. No one else in the family knew but me. My parents had been killed by vampires. I hated vampires. All of them. There was no way I could ever let one live. I had learned to channel all of my emotion into power. I was a force to be reckoned with. Don't mess with me.
It was all about to change. I sat with Renee on the way to the airport. I couldn't believe I had convinced her to let me go. I thought it would take me hours to convince her to let me stay with Charlie. To live in that tiny town of Forks was to damn myself and I knew it. I really didn't want to go, but I had no choice.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She wouldn't stop asking me. Of course I didn't want to do this. I was a terrible liar and I tried to sound convincing.
"Yeah, Renee. I want to spend time with Charlie. I haven't seen him in a long time. It will be good for me to live somewhere else for awhile. Besides, now you can travel with Phil as much as you want. You won't have to worry about staying home to watch me."
"You right. I know it was hard for you to stay home all by yourself. When we would come home, you always seemed exhausted."
"I tried to keep the house looking nice. I knew you would appreciate it." That wasn't true. I was almost never home. I was always training with Don and he would work me until I collapsed.
"The weather will be nice for a change." I tried to comfort my aunt even though I hated Forks. "Maybe I'll see some snow. Like I said, I want to spend time with Uncle Charlie."
Of course, that wasn't my real reason. See, the vampires like places that aren't very sunny. When Don found out that my uncle lived in Forks, one of the rainiest towns in the country, he said that it would be the opportune place to start my hunt. So, all I needed to do was convince Renee to let me go. And I did.
Even though Don had put me through living hell, I still wasn't sure I was ready. I had been trained every way possible. I knew everything there was to know about vampires. I could kill them with the dagger and the ounce of blood that now hung around my neck. The pendant had been filled with blood. The dagger needed blood to actually kill a vampire. That blood was my blood.
I had the dagger in my suitcase, but could I really use it if the time ever came when I needed it? I was always questioning myself. Don told me it would only lead to hurt. I had to stop it.
After I got on the plane, there was no turning back. Going from Phoenix to Seattle felt like forever. After I landed in Seattle, I ran to catch my next flight to Port Angeles. I hoped that my luggage also made it onto the flight. More importantly, I hoped the dagger made it onto the flight. As I sat on the plane, I turned on my music and let it block out any thoughts.
As the plane arrived in Port Angeles, it was raining. Nothing ominous, just something that happened all the time. Something I would have to get used to. Rain was not for me. I liked the heat of Phoenix. I shrugged into my brand new rain coat. I would get my use out of it here.
As I stepped past security, I saw Charlie waiting for me. As much as I was coming here for business, I was still happy to see Charlie.
"Hey kiddo. Gosh, you look more and more like your mother everyday. How have you been?" He smiled.
"Not bad Charlie. How are things in the tiny town of Forks?" I couldn't help but be amused. Nothing EVER happened in Forks.
He laughed, "Same old stuff. Let's go get your stuff."
When we left the airport, we got into the police cruiser. In Forks, my uncle is Chief Swan. I hated being in that car. I felt so small. It reminded me of when I was little. I was accidentally locked in the back seat. I had no way of getting out. After 20 minutes or so, Charlie came to my rescue. It was a long time ago, but the back seat still terrified me.
"Good news, Bells. I found you a car. Well, it's actually a truck. It runs just like new!"
"Charlie, you didn't have to do that. I was gonna buy my own car when I got here." Wait, did he say like new. Oh no. "How old is the truck?"
"Well, there was a new engine put in it. It runs perfectly Bells, I promise! But it was probably new in the 60's. It's a Chevy." Charlie's idea of 'runs like new' is a lot different than mine.
"Ya' know, you really didn't have to do that for me Charlie. Thanks."
"That's ok, kiddo. If you have a car, it's a lot easier on both of us." We didn't say much the rest of the hour long car ride. You could feel how each of us were nervous.
When we got home he asked if I wanted help unpacking. I quickly refused the help knowing that he would want an explanation regarding the dagger. As I trudged up to my room, I remembered what it was like spending time here as a child. I was by myself many times because Charlie was always at work.
As I unpacked in my new room, Charlie called me down. He had already registered me for classes at Forks High School. This school was only 300 students. In Phoenix, the school I attended was over 3,000 kids. This was going to be an adventure, to say the least.
We ate dinner in complete silence. After dinner, I washed the plates and Charlie watched a football game. I asked if I could do the cooking from now on because, honestly, Charlie was a terrible cook. I would never tell that to his face, but he knew I knew that he was a terrible cook. I was put on kitchen detail. I would need to take a trip to the supermarket to stock on food other than fish, bacon and eggs. I made my shopping list and made my way upstairs again.
I went to finish unpacking. I took the dagger out and looked at it. It was covered in etches and markings. I really wondered how strong the blade was. Could it really kill a vampire? I noticed the 'S' mark on the blade again. I turned around and pulled up my shirt. I looked in the mirror and there was the mark. It looked exactly the same as the one on the blade. It was like a burn, but looked like a healing scar.
After I finished unpacking, I went to the bathroom and took a shower. The water felt good on my tense shoulders. After, I brushed my teeth and went to bed. Tomorrow would be an adventure. Who knew who (or what) I would meet in this place.
Was I ready for a new school? Who knew. I had a job to do, and that's what was important to me. Or so I thought.
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-Schyulerstwin
