It was Saturday night, my first full weekend in a new town, and I was aching to go out and mingle among the humans. I went on Google and searched for bars near us. Come to find out, there was no nightlife near this town, and the closest spots were an hour away in Port Angeles. I sighed and figured it was worth the trip to get some interaction with people my own age.
I went to my closet and looked for something that would be suitable for a night out on the town. Opting for some black jeans, a red spaghetti-strapped tank, some heels, and a black jacket, I finished my outfit with red lipstick, pink blush, smokey eyes, and black mascara. I was in the mood to have some fun tonight, and maybe get in a little trouble.
"Going out to study human interactions. Be home late," I texted Edward.
After a few minutes, he texted back, "Get the man's name before you stick your tongue down his throat. And watch your alcohol intake."
"Yes, father," I texted back.
The trip there was not bad, since the club was just right off Highway 101. On the way there I jammed to Pink, Christina Agulera, and Avril Levigne on my iPod. When I pulled up to the club, I parked my bike and buried my iPod in my purse. I walked into the bar. The music was blaring in my ears, but I loved the beat. I could smell the humans, but it was fun to pretend that I was one of them. I could eat, drink, and dance on the floor. There was no Caius here to tell me that I was a slave and that he could own me.
I shuffled up towards the bar, and grabbed an empty seat.
"This taken?" I said to the guy beside me.
"Not yet," he said.
"Thanks."
The bartender turned around. He was in his early thirties, jet black hair, nice blue eyes. "Hi," he said, "What can I get ya?"
"Um, Cosmo," I said.
"I am gonna need ID," he said.
I nodded and fished out my driver's license, and showed it so he could see my ID. He nodded.
"Cosmo coming right up," he said.
I made a quick glance at my ID, and saw that Carlisle, or Alice, made my birthday April 11 , 1985. That would make me an Aries in Zodiac signs, I thought, sounds reasonable.
The bartender put the Cosmo in front of me.
"Open a tab," I said, and he nodded.
The taste of cranberries danced on my tongue as alcohol rushed to my head. I realized that if I did not eat anything with this I really would be sticking my tongue down strangers throats like Edwards warning. I picked up a menu that was sitting in front of me. They had a pretty good menu, serving burgers, fish and chips, pizza, onion rings, nachos, salads, and some other things.
After I thought for a second, I got the bartender's attention. "Hey can I have a chicken Caesar salad?"
"Sure. Be right up. Want another cocktail?"
"Water," I said. I got to drive home.
He got me a water and said he put my order in. Quietly, I drank my water, and just enjoyed being out. I looked over to an event calender by the door, and was that they had karaoke Sunday and Wednesday, something called Open Mic on Tuesday, and Trivia on Friday.
"Here is your water," he said.
"Thanks, hey what's "Open Mic?" I have never heard of that before."
"Really?"
"Nope."
"Well-"
"Its where people come and share their poetry or a song they wrote," said a man sitting by me on the left, three seats down.
I turned to see who had answered my question. He had blond hair, hazel eyes, and a know-it-all smile. I flashed him a small smile and he sauntered over to me. Grabbing my water, I turned around in my chair and leaned back on the bar.
"Have you ever come to open Mic?" I asked.
"I don't have the soul of a poet. I come to Karaoke. I have a great voice."
I laughed at the bold claim. "Your modesty becomes you, sir."
"Is that your bike outside? The black Harley?"
"Yeah."
"She's pretty, and she looks new."
"Less than 5,000 miles on her. I am still breaking her in, but she rides like a dream," I said, chewing on my ice. What is this man doing to me?
"Mind if I look at it?"
I shrugged, "Sure." I grabbed my jacket and got the bar-tenders attention.
"I need to settle," I said, even though I had barely touched my food.
He rang me up, and gave me the check, $19.24. For a salad and a drink, you are kidding me! I thought.
The man reached for his wallet, but I gently touched his arm.
"Please, let me," I said to my mysterious gentleman caller.
"Nope," he said, handing the bartender a black credit card. I scoffed in dismay, and he flashed me a billion dollar smile. "What is your name?"
"Serina."
"Serina?" he said, saying my name with reverence. "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
I blushed at his words. "I am Alex." He offered me his hand, and we went out of the bar into the chilly night air.
"How much have you had to drink?" asked Alex.
"Just a Cosmo, and I ate something. I should be fine to drive home."
"No we should be on the safe side," he said pulling me to a line of cars. "I ought to drive you home."
"Oh, I live all the way in Forks. Its an hour away from here," I said, as we walked toward the truck. "Ou would not get home until 2 in the morning. Really I am fine to drive. My bike is right over th-"
He threw me against the truck and before I could scream his body was against me, pinning me down. He grabbed my hair as he forced his tongue into my mouth. Tears poured down my face as a sob escaped my lips.
"Hello, my dear," said Caius, in my mind, "you look delicious."
Then something in me snapped. I am not a little human anymore. I moved my hands up towards Alex's face in a swift movement and in a snap, I twisted his head off. He laid there, decapitated at my feet.
Blinking, I looked down at the blood on my hands. "Did I just kill someone?" I thought. "I have not killed anyone in half a century. Carlisle is going to kill me. Oh God, Billy, the treaty! I can't kill anybody. What have I done?"
Terrified, I run back to my bike and throw the key in the ignition, and put it in gear. Soon I am going back down the highway towards the Cullens house. My only thought is, "What have I done?"