Important Author's Note at the end.
The song blasting against her eardrums wasn't loud enough to drown out the distinctive sound of a police siren trailing her bike.
If she were still in New York City, she'll just gas it up into the traffic until they lost track of her wheels. Unfortunately, she was in Forks, Washington, and any town named after a kitchen utensil was meant to have the lonely roads, a depressingly small population, and persistent rent-a-cops who were bound to have nothing better to do with their time than fill the crossword, eat junk, and pull up anyone going five over limit.
Merely because she knew it would be a bitch to switch rides for her short stay, she complied. Kat made a swift blink of lights and pulled up at the next visible open space by the road. It was nearly a crime to stop a bike like that for speeding, but she turned off the engine and took off her helmet, pulling the white cords of her earphones mid-song.
She tapped the heal of her boot impatiently as she waited for the cop to look up her plates in the system —if he even had one— and wondered what her next step should be.
She could go back to Tijuana, resume her voluntary solicitude and continue spending her days locked inside her house meditating and her nights building up the courage to practice her gift. She could toss her phone into the ocean —like she should've done years ago—and completely turn her back on Aberforth Winchester and everything related to the problematic vampire community. She could think of very creative ways to commit suicide because, what the hell, her life was over and she didn't have a single reason to keep living.
Or she could take on a hobby. Knitting, maybe, and do that until she was no longer sane or she combusted spontaneity, whichever came first.
The cop finally approached her, sporting an old-fashioned, cheap-looking uniform and a pornstache. "Afternoon, miss, you know why I pulled you over?"
She decided to play along. "'Fraid not, officer." She flashed him an innocent smile and bated her lashes slightly. "License and registration, right?"
The cop seemed baffled. "What?"
Kat chuckled, arching her back without breaking flirty eye contact and fishing her wallet out the tight back pocket of her jeans, easily handing him her ID. "I don't know, I've never been pulled over." Big fat lie. "I just see a lot of movies, that's what the police always asks."
"Right…" He trailed off before checking her information and scoffing. "Katherine Newman…"
She leaned over, opening the zip of her leather jacket to reveal a simple white wife-beater and a rather impressive cleavage. "My friend's call me Kat." She didn't have friends, but she chuckled internally at the way the cop's heart rate elevated.
Still, he averted his eyes and shook his head. "Miss Newman, you were pulled up from speeding, you were driving nine miles over the speed limit."
Kat almost rolled her eyes at that, but forced herself to bite her lip worriedly. "I'm so sorry officer…" She leaned over, giving him a better view of her breasts which he did not seemed to enjoy, and eyed the name stitched in his dress shirt. "Swan…"
"It's Sherif Swan, miss. I believe I'm going to need to talk to your parents about this incident."
"It's just me and my uncle." She lied swiftly. "We're visiting some family friends at the house past Calawah River's bridge."
Chief Swan made a face. "The Cullen's?"
Katherine didn't hide her surprise. "You know them? My uncle's an old friend of Doctor Cullen."
"My daughter's dating Doctor Cullen's son, the young one, Edward."
Well, wasn't that interesting. "Your daughter's Bella?" She was stupid not to have caught the scent earlier, but she hadn't paid much attention to the human when she met her. Their blood carried a similar bitter note, but there was something else lingering in the synthetic fabric of his police uniform, underneath the sweat and beer, and deeper than the smell of old police patrol or pine. It was something animalistic.
Wolf.
But it didn't come from him, it was just lingering all over him, like a cologne of wet dog. She eyed him curiously. "You'll forget you pulled me over."
"Excuse me?"
She didn't feel like repeating herself, so she just locked her eyes on his and thought to herself: forget you pulled me over, go back to your patrol and wait until I'm out of sight, you stopped to take a leak by the road, you won't remember me.
She didn't have to wait long before he obeyed, nodding his head and handing her ID back before walking back to his patrol, where he sat patiently, even watching the nature and road, his eyes never stopping on her, as if she was invisible.
Kat turned on the engine once more, lost in thought. Things were far more interesting in Forks that she could've ever imagined. Not only was Aberforth unusually interested in a long lost friend of his and his gifted children, but one of them was shacking up with a human, and said human's father was definitely hanging around wolves.
Which kind of wolves, she was yet to discover, but the prospect of finding out suddenly made her trip worth it.
She turned to see Sherif Swan still waiting for her to leave, and her chest filled with satisfaction. Sure, compelling a human wasn't hard, but all practice was welcome.
As she revved the engine and drove off, she found herself deciding to give Forks a try, at least until she got the answers she needed.
Author's Note
I went by to the first chapter and fixed up a few things, and the formatting too was a little off, but nothing major.
Also, this chapter is super duper short! I'm so sorry, I have very little time recently, which leads me to...
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