Chapter I Going Home

Bella POV

It was early in the morning when I passed the wooden "Welcome to LaPush Rez" sign that stands alongside the road. The trees passed by as a green blur as I ride my polished black Harley Davidson street 750 down the long expanse of highway that leads into town . My dark chestnut hair is tied up in a messy bun leaving a few wisps to flicker around my face, unconsciously relaxing me in the crisp morning air. Birds chirp from deep in the forest cutting through the quite as they rise in a flock into the lightly clouded sky filled with grey and a covered orange from the sun.

It's been two days since I've left Volterra and so far nothing interesting has come up. After I packed a reasonable amount of clothes and situated my bank accounts that have grown exponentially over time I hopped on the first flight to New York in America. Once my plane landed in the New York international airport I went shopping, which is still not one of my favorite hobby, though I doubt it ever would be.

I didn't bring any clothes with me since all the clothes I owned where a little out of date, by 50 years or so. Instead I bought jeans, cargo shorts, board shorts, tank tops, t-shirts, button ups, hoodies, leather bomber jackets, chucks, combat boots, aviators and so much more. Of course I had them packed up and shipped to my house since my motorcycle has a very limited carrying capacity.

I bought my now favorite motorcycle and two cars. One black Chevy Impala like from my favorite TV show Supernatural and a blood red Corvette with a retractable hood, V8 engine, Chrome wheels, bumper and front, and flame decals. So if you haven't noticed I kind of have thing for fast cars now.

I shipped my new cars to my old house here in the LaPush Reservation. The two story Victorian/Colonial mansion I built two hundred years ago is far off in the forest where the treaty line is and not far from the beach. The place is old but I made sure that a electrician went over and updated all of the appliances, meaning my house is now lined with state of the art systems.

I pulled myself from my thoughts when I saw my driveway ahead, partially hidden by the giant pine trees and brush. To normal people it would have been just about impossible to see, though my heightened eyes picked it out easily.

I turned into the drive way that is pretty much a very long road leading two miles into the forest, its covered by the forest canopy and looms over you with dark shadows that has kept away most humans away. I can see the end of the driveway and am suddenly blinded by the sunlight that's streaming through the parted clouds. When my eyes adjust I can feel the smile that breaks out across my face.

My house never fails to dazzle me, standing at three stories high, two stories underground and 20,000 square feet. The walls are made out of obsidian brick that I created and Obsidian Wolves and Jade Cats about 15 feet tall perch on each corner of the house as if watching the trees surrounding the giant clearing (which thanks to my magic come to life if there is a supernatural threat.) The field is filled with perfectly green grass which contrasts greatly with the dark mansion.

Some of the walls are made with black tinted glass that you can't see through unless on the inside. A set of steps leads up to the tall wooden carved mahogany doors that have two menacing looking stone Lions sitting on each side.

I pull my motorcycle up to the porch cutting it off, and swing my leg off over the side while kicking out the kickstand. I stride up the steps, unlock the door and push it open. A giant hallway with a high ceiling leads up to two curved staircases that reach to the second stories of the house. There are two rooms on either side of me connected with giant archways lined with bricks. The entire house screams Greek and Romanian style eras, but the north and south wall has the tinted glass previously mentioned so I can see clearly through it and into the clearing.

I walk into the large living room on the right that's filled with a comfortable leather couch, and a setae and two loves seats that face my new 65' inch plasma screen TV hanging on the wall. A state of the art stereo and surround sound system is set up with a PlayStation 2, Playstation 3, PlayStation 4, Wii, Xbox, Xbox 360, Xbox one that sit on a shelf under it. A thick blood red rug rug sits under the marble coffee table playing perfectly with the ebony colored hard wood floor. I walk out of the room and stop when I see the boxes full of my clothes and shoes.

'Damn… I fuckin' hate unpacking. Oh well better just get it over with'

I grab the boxes and speed up to the master bedroom on the top floor, passing through the colossal hallways that are lined with priceless paintings from all ages and under diamond chandeliers. The entire house in all has about 30 rooms and about 10 of them are bedrooms. I stop at the end of the east hallway that has a large black door intricately carved with fire and push it open. My room is about 500 square feet lined with black and red walls.

A huge orgy sized bed is pressed against the north glass wall covered in black and blood red silk comforters and sheets. The wall to the left has another 65' inch TV with a glass and steel coffee table in front of it and a black leather couch to relax on. My closet to the right is so big I can run laps through it so I set down my boxes outside of it. The floors are covered in blood red carpet unlike the ebony hardwood floor in the hallways. The bathroom is made out of black and white granite cabinets with cobblestone flooring, while the shower is a walk-in with the showerheads that come out from the walls and ceilings from different directions with one side as a mirror and has a Roman bathtub/hot tub.

I'm walking out of the bathroom when I glance in the mirror and stop. I'm about 6'3' with legs that run on forever and a toned body with strong abs that supermodels and vampires alike would kill for. I have very slightly tan skin which is a feature from my Quilettes ancestor and dark mahogany hair with streaks of red that runs through it. My features are chiseled with a dash of feline sharpness and high cheekbones with a strong jaw.

I have Arctic Ice blue eyes with specks of red and a cat slit pupil visible only to the supernatural eye. The perfect blend of my beasts. Somebody once said that my eyes looked like they were staring straight through their soul, that I have soul eyes.. I have to agree though, my eyes do show my wisdom and ageless knowledge that I've gained over my travels and even looking into my own eyes I can practically feel my eyes judging me and finding me wanting.

I sigh and tore my gaze away from the mirror and strode back into my bedroom, over to the boxes and start pulling out my clothes at a vampire speed. The closet was just about full once I had hung up all my shirts and jackets and folded my jeans and shorts. My combat boots, chucks, and unfortunately my heels where lined up on their shelf.

I looked down at my present clothes which consisted of dark wash jeans, black combat boots and a grey tank top. Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall I realized how late it was. I hadn't slept in a couple days, so I figured what the hell?

I perched on the edge of my bed and unlaced my boots, setting them at the side I pulled off my tank top revealing my tanned abs. I unbuckled my leather buckled black belt and slid out of my jeans leaving me in my black thong and black lace bra. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, a habit that I've never kicked and peered out side of the window and into the night sky. The clouds had cleared and revealed the stars and constellations so different than the stars above in Volterra.

I reached over and set my alarm on my alarm clock, I had almost forgotten that I had signed myself up as a junior in the town High School. Since today is Sunday my first day is tomorrow. I growled in frustration and snuggled under the warmth of the covers and put my head down on the soft pillows. Just as I drifted off into oblivion I couldn't help but curse.

I Fucking Hate High school!