Chapter 11: The Search.
(Samuel's POV)
"I'm looking for this girl." The man starred at the picture with awe. It was an old picture of Kysa from awhile ago. "She came from a wealthy family, so they had it look like it was made from the early 1900s." I lied, I was hoping the man would buy the story and help me. He still looked puzzled, I was guessing he wasn't buying my story.
"Why would you be looking for a girl as pretty as this?" He asked looking at me with a questionable look. I groaned. I knew asking the police chief Charlie Swan would be a horrid idea, but I did it anyways. When he first saw me recognition filled his eyes, and asked me if I was related to some family called the Cullens. I answered no, of course; I had no clue who they were.
"She's my fiancé," I said boldly. It was the truth, she was, she always would be. "We had a year left until our marriage. It was dreadful when her mother came to me and told me someone had kidnapped her. We believed it was one of her father's friends, and that he fled here…" It was only partly a lie, and it looked like he was buying it. "It was an awfully long time ago, and search in Europe is long over. I decided to come here and look myself…" I knew he could see the determination, and loss in my eyes. His face became soft, and there was a new emotion in his eyes.
"I caught a glimpse of someone that looks like her," He whispered silently. "But for the moment her hosts' do not wish for the public eye to see her. They said she's recovering from something…And should be attends Forks High School, as a Junior, as soon as she's better." From the look on his face I knew that was all he could tell me, I didn't wish to will anything else from him; I had everything I needed.
"Thank you." And then I walked from the police office out into the rainy streets of this dreadful place. Everything did seem a tad bit brighter though now that I knew there was a chance she was here. My lips formed a smile when I thought of seeing her beautiful face again. There was only one thing I had to do; Enroll at Forks High School.
"I'll need your information." The secretary stated once I had told her why I was there. I handed her my documents without hesitation. She looked them over and happily put them into a file folder.
"My name is Samuel Falen Moretti." She tried pronouncing it after me, but failed. "Fowl-In More-Et-Te." I said slowly for her this time, pronouncing each syllable. She had an irritated look on her face, but then regained her composure.
"Ok, thank you for stopping by." She shuffled through some of her papers. "Here's your schedule, I hope you enjoy your time here." I looked over the schedule after she handed it to me, and walked from the school office. Simple enough.
Soon I'd be in my lover's arms.