Chapter 10: RFTV

I make it back to Seattle. I peer my head from under the ice to make sure no one notices. Continently, no one is around. I walk on shore and head towards the beautiful house. Jessica used to work at a recovery center, what will people at her work think? I open my back pack and dial the number.
I hear a woman on the other end pick up.
"Hello?" she asks.
"Hi," I say doing my best impression of Jessica.

"Are you ok, you sound sick?" the woman asks.
"I am sorry to inform you, but I quit," I say.
"Why?" she asks.
"I am moving," I say.
"Oh," she says.
"It has been a pleasure working for you," I hang up on the woman before she can finish.

I grab my small purse and fill it with some money, some makeup (to blend in with humans), a map, a camera, a photo of the house, and a photo of my clan (including me). I look at the photo and begin crying. I had a perfect life here, a great house, no homework, and a family that cared about me. One teardrop falls on the glass frame and slides down when I hold in up. I suddenly remember one thing I forgot to pack. I run into my small room and open a nearly empty drawer. I pick out the last thing I need; my biological parents photos. They are singed from a fire, but I kept them all these years anyway.

I gently plane the photo in my backpack and walk out the backdoor. Before I can take public transportation I need to hunt again. I run into the woods, and catch myself a deer and a rabbit. After a few minutes I wipe the blood from my face and recollect myself. I head out for Alaska. The swim there is long, but luckily I never get tired. While under the ice I kill and eat a few fish. Forget Seattle food, fish becomes my second favorite blood source (my first is bear). I finally reach Alaska. I need to wait until no one is around to come above the water.

Above me, I smell human. I swim away and wait. After a few minutes the scent is gone and I smell nothing but ice and water. I come up and see how dark it has become. Alaska looks beautiful. I've never been here, but my biological grandparents had. I walk on the ice carefully, so it will not crack. After not too long f walking, I get off the ice and walk onto a fresh blanket of snow. My sneakers crunch in the sand. After not too long of walking I spot a village. I walk into the town and see a lodge. I look through the window, and lights are on so it must be open.

I open the door a look around; not a lot of people are here.
"You must be crazy walking around out there this late," said one man, "I saw you waling away from the pond. I smile and walk towards the warm fire. It brings back bad memories. I've had two families willing to keep me in my lifetime (four that had me for a few months then sent me back to the life of a foster child); both of those families were destroyed in a fire. Only one was my fault. I remember both so well, especially the one that happened today, but the other I remember from years ago. I was only five and a half when I returned home from a friend's house, as I saw the last flame being put out. My friend's mom had driven me home, and both she and I stood outside the car in shock. I began to cry as she just stood there with her mouth open. Then we walked over to the firemen and asked, "What happened?"
"Kitchen fire," said the fireman.
"Are there any survivors?" asked my friend's mom.
"Sadly," he said , "The man burned in the flames and we tried reviving the woman, but she won't breath. The next day I was allowed to search the house for any remains with the firefighters in hope to identify any objects. I found a furniture piece, my teddy bear, a photo (now in my backpack), a necklace that my dad gave to my mom for their tenth anniversary, and a pottery piece. We sold the furniture(the money went to me), I kept the teddy bear and the photo, the pot (pottery piece) was given to charity, and the necklace was given to my aunt Sarah who ;mother had given all her jewelry to in the will.

The fire reminded me of the necklace because it was the only thing I was able to identify right away. It had a silver chain and a red gem in the center. My thought was broken up by the smell of something; vampires. I quickly turned my head towards the smell. It was coming from people sitting in a booth. They looked to be about in their teenage years. One was reading a book, another was looking out the window, and the other three were looking at me. The oldest motioned me to come to the booth. I walked to him and sat down. The girl was so interested in reading that she didn't look up from the book or even notice me. The boy turned his head away from the window to look at me.

He was my age.

I smelled vampire on him.
"You're new to this town aren't you?" the one who had motioned me to this table asked.
"Yes," I said. The boy who had motioned me to the table had black, short hair.
"I'm Luke, and these are my friends: Chelsea, Chris, Taylor, and Stacy," he said.
"I'm Channy," I said. I got a better look at them, they were all vampires and three of them were immortal children.
"Do you have a clan?" Luck asked.
"Not anymore," I sighed.
"Let me guess, Volturi right?" asked Luke.
"Yeah," I said. Wait, why was I telling him this?
"See Clyde?" asked Luke.
"I told you to never call me that," he said. Chris was about fourteen years old and had on a blue hat.
"Clyde?" I asked.
"It was my original name, but I changed it because it sounded too old fashion," he said, "It helps me fir in better with today's generation."
"Not to be rude," I said, "But how old are you?"
"Ninety," he said.

"What happened to your clan?" Luke asked.
I told him everything, but afterwards wondered why I did.
"Do you have any powers?" I asked him.
"I can make people tell the truth," he said.
"Really?" I asked.
"As long as I ask the question," he said, "What can you do?" he asked.
"I'll show you," I said. I pushed a cup of water the was in front of Taylor towards Chris.
"Cool, do you know how to move it closer to you instead of pushing it back?" he asked.
"I've never tried."

"So you don't have anywhere to go?" asked Stacy. Stacy was white with blond hair in a bun and had on a light jacket.
"No," I said.
"Can we keep her in our clan, please?" begged Stacy. Luke nodded his head. A man walked over to our table and said,
"Guys I'm going to close up soon, so you will need to leave." We all got up and walked out.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Home," Luke said.

Chapter 11: Coming soon.