Author Note: New Moon is the second novel in the Twilight Saga which is a franchise owned by one, Stephanie Meyer. This is a fanfiction based on that franchise. I do not own New Moon or any of it's characters. I only own Becca Swan and this story.
What once held clarity is now a blur. The lines that were once planned out perfectly in front of Becca, drifted apart and then merged into one. The hallway seemed endless. Ebony wood ceilings and walls that were painted jet black. The only glimmer of color was the white that swirled into the marble floor. And even when she tried to focus on it, her mind shifted sideways and all seemed to blur again. Thousands of hunters gathered in halls similar to this one as one by one, they each stepped up and placed their blood sealed envelopes into the caldron. On this day, Becca was just another face in the crowd. Stepping forward, she placed her envelope inside. The hunter across from her nodded, they were each other's witness.
Becca leans back against the wall in an adjacent hallway. It had been days and as she breathed, each vote was entered and accounted for. The smell of smoke and sea salt filled her senses as she turned to see Gallia looking at her. She had hidden so much from her leader, she had hidden so much from Gallia. Yet, she knew if Gallia was voted as leader for another four years, Becca would be chosen as her understudy. An understudy for a the West Coast Vigil leader meant that, if anything should happen to Gallia while she ruled, Becca would become leader. She did not want that. She just wanted normalcy. But for Becca her life was anything but at this point.
Gallia gestured Becca to follow her as she made her way through the throngs of hunters with ease. Outside of the massive marble building, Becca could see Gallia run her fingers through her merlot colored hair and pulled out a cigarette. She offered one to Becca who shook her head. "Never thought I'd live the day where you'd say no to a smoke." Gallia announced as she took a long drag off her cigarette.
"I've changed a lot in the past six months." Words more true than Becca realized. She had indeed changed a lot in the past six months. The door opens behind them as another hunter looks at Gallia.
"The votes are in." He ducks back inside. Becca turns to Gallia who tosses her cigarette onto the ground with haste.
"Good luck." Becca offers, holding the door open for her leader. Gallia pauses as a woman with alabaster white skin and hair passes in front of them. Her unnatural lavender eyes run up and down Becca's frame. "Elisabet."
Elisabet turns her gaze from Becca, an insult in gesture, and smiles wickedly at Gallia, "Trust me, she'll need it." Before entering the building. Becca followed suit behind Gallia and barely gets into the deliberation room as Elisabet is announced the new leader of the West Coast Vigil. The room echoes in cheers though Becca only hears white noise. Covering her ears, she can barely stomach watching as Elisabet rises to the podium to take the oath. Throwing up her mental shields, Becca forces herself out of the room and into her truck. She would have no part of this madness.
Elisabet is strict and brutal, needless to say, Becca doesn't approve of her methods. These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder. Which as they kiss; consume. Grinding her foot into the gas pedal, Becca tries to wrap her head around the news at the meeting. Extraction will be granted to any hunter that crosses paths with a vampire. Whether or not they consume human blood. They are deemed dangerous. Elisabet's words echoed in Becca's mind, forcing her to turn up the volume of her radio. A poor attempt to drown out reality. She had had enough on her plate. She was coming home to her six month anniversary with Edward on top of not only protecting his family but now from all other hunters as well. The summer had passed her by with great memories but now was the start of her senior year.
KNOCK! KNOCK! Becca awakes the next morning to a knock on her door. "Come in," she mumbles. She had barely found the energy to drag herself into bed after she had finally gotten home from the meeting. Thank goodness her father was working the night shift. Speak of the devil, Charlie opens her bedroom door with a giftbox in hand. Becca squints at him from under her purple and grey comforter. "I thought we agreed no presents."
"Well, it's not wrapped inside so it doesn't count." He smirks, pulling her computer chair over and handing her the gift. Sitting up, Becca runs her fingers through her extremely dark brown hair. Taking the box, lifting the cover, she smiles at her father. A small digital camera lies inside.
"That's pretty thoughtful. Thanks, Dad." She leans forward and wraps her father in a Good Morning Bear hug. Charlie grunts, returning the hug.
"It goes with the one from your Mom." He smirks as Becca releases him.
Rolling her eyes, she plucks the camera from the box, "Seriously? If it's another pink turtle neck, someone is getting shot."
"We coordinated, don't worry." Charlie chuckled, as he held his hands up his eyes gazing to the blue bag on the floor beside the bed. "Actually, she coordinated me. It's a scrapbook. You can put all your senior photos in there."
Wiping a tear from her eye, genuinely, Becca hugged her dad tighter. "Thank you, you're the King of thoughtful." Standing, Becca places the scrapbook on her desk and pulled out her wardrobe for school. First day of senior year. She opted for the black t-shirt, red and black plaid jacket, blue jeans and black boots.
"Senior Year," Charlie remarked as he stood up from the chair and leaned against the frame of her bedroom door. "Man, how'd you get so old so fast." Becca laughed as she grabbed her clothes and walked into the bathroom.
"I didn't." She called from behind the bathroom door, "It's not that old. You're what? Seventy-two?" Opening the door, fully changed, Charlie ran his fingers through her hair.
"I don't know. Is that a grey hair?" He says, chuckling. Unamused, Becca crosses her arms, leaning against the doorway.
"You would know, your mustache is full of them." She laughs while her father shakes his head.
"Ouch." Placing his hand over his heart as if she had wounded him, "Come on, you'll be late for school."