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13. The Immortal Shop

BellaPOV

After I had finished the not-so-surprisingly delicious pancakes, Jasper and I grabbed our things and was ready to leave for Seattle. We walked out of the house, locking the door behind us as we walked down the icy pavement.

Jasper switched on the radio; it was set on a classical radio as we were taking Carlisle's car, so I reached to turn it over, fiddling with the buttons. I finally settled on my favourite rock radio station.

The announcer on the radio came on with some random joke about a guy getting four Pringles tubes and putting them on his cat's feet and making it walk like a robot. I found it hilarious. Jasper, not so much.

After rocking out to a few songs, including Fall Out Boy's cover of Beat It and Marilyn Manson's Heart Shaped Glasses, I glanced at Jasper out of the corner of my eye. He caught my gaze, his eyes alight with curiosity

"Sooo. What genre in music do you like?" He asked suddenly, his southern drawl coming more pronounced.

"Umm…a lot of rock. I don't really have a favourite genre because there are so many sub-genres, such as metal core and Pop Punk. I like The Rolling Stones, The Smiths, The Kooks, Duran Duran, Asking Alexandria." I answered trailing off; I knew I'd go on forever, ticking off all of the bands that I had listed on my iPod. I was about to open my mouth to ask him a question, when he asked another question.

"What's your favourite hobby?".

"I don't really have a hobby…" I thought for a few seconds before continuing "I like to play a few instruments and draw." I didn't know what else to say. He nodded grinning, his amazingly cute and sexy dimples appearing.

"So, what's your favourite type of music?" I shot back, turning in my seat with my back against the window with an eyebrow raised. I stretched my legs and placed them on the seat, my knees bent.

He shrugged, "I like a lot of rock and some acoustic music," He trailed off, his head turning to me while he answered the question. I nodded satisfied with my answer for now.

After two hours – it would have been four if Jasper wasn't driving so fast – of random chit chat and we had arrived just outside of town.

Jasper felt the sudden need to go hunting, so he parked the car and ran into the forest. I watched as his silhouette blurred and finally, disappeared into the forest, a mixture of greys, browns and greens.

As I watched the rain drops hit the windows, my thoughts drifted, once again to the strange feelings that Jasper ignited in me.

JasperPOV

I walked into the forest, needing to get out of the car, to get far away from Bella as I could. Being in a small, enclosed space with the girl was overwhelming. I could barely control myself around her today. I could feel Bella's beautiful and unique eyes watching my retreating form. Once I was covered by the sea of ferns, I broke into a run.

I frowned, trying to figure out why the hell I was feeling the way I was. My thoughts came up blank, only forming an image of Bella. Her eyes a bright silver, dark blue ring framing her pupil. Her full, plump pink lips grinning showing her pearly white teeth.

I shook my head, getting rid of the image and opened my eyes. I found myself in a clearing. I lifted my head up slightly and sniffed the air, the scent of blood filling my nostrils and filling my mind with images of various hunting forms. With venom pooling in my mouth and the sent of blood curling around me, clouding my senses, I let the animal in me take control. I ran and pounced on a dear that was drinking from the small pond. I landed on the ground as I snapped the animal's neck. I bit into the disgusting fur until blood filled my mouth. I rolled over, shifting the dear under me so I was straddling it. I drank and drank until it was all drained from its blood. I finally took my mouth away from the dead animal looked into the face of the carcass as I moved to drag it behind a tree. Lifeless eyes stared back at me, pupils dilated in fright. I shook the image out of my head as I dragged the carcass into the bushes. I was seriously considering hunting human scum; it was better than hunting innocent animals. I didn't feel like hunting anything else so I made my way out of the clearing and back toward the car.

She was now leaning against the car door, arms crossed with her eyes closed and head bent upward, soaking in the rain. She opened her eyes in surprise, as I walked toward the driver's door, obviously caught up in her own thoughts.

"That was quick." She commented as she walked around the passenger side. I nodded as I reached for the door handle.

"I wasn't that thirsty." I told her once we were sitting in the warmth of the car.

After a few minutes of tense silence, we were parked outside of the store and Bella was reaching for the door. I trailed behind her, scanning the name of the shop and the posters that decorated the window.

The neon, hand painted sign was handing in front of the shop like a banner read: Pins & Needles. It was printed in an elegant font with a skull on the left side like a logo. I followed Bella inside, hearing the chime of the bell as we entered. I looked around surprised to see a tattoo/pierce/music store all in one. I noticed that there was an upstairs and above the stair case was a neon red flashing sign that read: Body piercing. It was a very big store, especially for a tattoo shop. I wondered briefly if this was the place that Bella had had her piercings and tattoo's done. There was another staircase, but on the other side of the store. Above that staircase was another neon sign, flashing blue that said 'Tattoos' apparently, the owner or designer of the store was into retro. There weren't a lot of signs like these around anymore.

There was a counter against a wall facing the entrance with a camouflaged door behind the counter. There was a big, muscled man with short blond hair and tattoos covering his torso and arms. He was wearing a tight, black wife beater, obviously wanting to show off his muscled body.

As he took in our appearances, I noticed that he had a yellow tint to his pale green eyes. He stayed silent as we walked up to the counter. I felt the urge to growl at him when I had realized that his lust was directed at Bella. When we had reached the counter, Bella stayed silent. I briefly wondered why but followed her lead, not knowing what to do.

Bella picked a blue biro from the old 'I heart mom' mug that was placed at the edge of the counter. The mug looked like it was over flowing with random bits of stationary. As Bella started to draw on a piece of paper, I scanned the desk. There was a display for semi-permanent hair dye; the colours were bright and unique.

I glanced down at Bella, and saw that she was drawing with ease. The pen flowed easily over the paper; it drew across the lines in some kind of pattern. The pen seemed to be out of ink, so all I could see was a faint scribble. Bella peeled off the first sheet of paper. Underneath, in carbon, was her design. It looked like a flower – a rose. It was crudely coloured in as if it were mean to be dark.

When I looked at the guy's face again, his face had changed from being bored to understanding and lustful. He nodded once at Bella; Bella still had the notepad and pen in her hand when he opened the door so it was ajar and motioned for us to go in. Bella went in first but I hesitated outside the door. I hadn't been here before, didn't know what this place was and didn't even know if I was welcome. Bella looked at me over her shoulder and shot me a reassuring smile. Naturally I followed after her trying not to stare at the way her hips swayed effortlessly.

Unlike the other side of the door, which was filled with bright blues, bright purples and black, this room was filled with dark red, burnt oranges, and yellows. There were blinds covering the window that was behind the front counter. Sun beams shone through, lighting the burgundy carpet in patterned lines.

"Uh, hello?" Bella's voice called out. I noticed movement behind the counter that was placed on the far right. A girl was sitting there. She was maybe sixteen, had light blond hair and an interesting face. She looked like a normal teenager, except her eyes were unusually vivid and intense.

The girl smiled, and invited us in.

BellaPOV

I grinned, excited that I got to buy something from the 'immortal' shop; I hadn't been here in a while. I noticed Jasper looking at one of the painted symbols that was on the back of the door.

"It stands for immortality; it's mostly the symbol for the store." I explained as I walked down the first aisle. He nodded, trailing behind me looking a bit lost.

The aisles were stuffed, jammed packed. This particular aisle was for spells and such; it had rocks, herbs and colourful candles. There were waxed dolls and ribbons. There were bottles of dragon blood, and different types of spell casting objects. That was another myth. You didn't need to be a witch to do a spell. You could be a demon or werewolf, even a human; although if you were human, the spell wouldn't be as strong or effective.

I walked down the next aisle, feeling Jasper trailing behind me; I looked over my shoulder at him and grinned at his awed expression. God, he was adorable.

The next aisle was full of jewellery, crystals; some people made there own and put spells in the jewellery. The crystals glowed as energy shimmered around and through them. There were chokers with a plain piece of metal on it. You could make your own jewellery for example, you could engrave a crest into the piece of metal. I picked a lace chocker up and examined it. I kept it in my hand as I carried on walking towards the next aisle, letting my fingers trail across the leather bound books until a name caught my eye. It was a warn brown, leather book with gold font. The edges were faded and were losing its original colour as they started to curl; it had obviously been read a lot. The title read: The History of Ellen Swan by Ellen Swan.

I picked it up and thought about putting it back, thinking we just had the same name. I opened the first page and ran my fingers gently across the old, battered paper. It was hand written but surprisingly, it was easy to read. There was a list of different pages and names written beside them. There were various chapters with different titles, but what captured my attention was one of the last chapters;

The Swan Family Tree; Information, powers and strengths.

I suddenly felt as if I was in some cheesy supernatural movie. I mean, really. What were the odds? Then again, it could be a coincidence; Swan is a common last name. I pursed my lips and decided it was worth a try; I had always wanted to find out more about my family tree and plus, there was some other interesting stuff in the book too. Jasper was now standing beside me and was holding a small netted basket. I grinned and put the two things into the basket. I continued to walk down the aisle, picking up a few books that I thought looked useful.

We walked around the aisles once more and the deathly, shiny things caught my eye.