Callida Pov.
We land in a forest narrowly avoiding having the propellers taken off by giant tree's. Why can't we ever just go to an airport like normal people? Oh right, because nothing about my family is anywhere near normal. God forbid someone see's me at an airport it'd probably get back to New York within an hour, thanks to the joy of cell phones. "This is your stop." Vitale informs me peering back around the cock pit with a smug look. I can tell why he's my dad's best friend.
"We're in the middle of nowhere." I say dryly. There's no way he'd just leave me here right? I was sent here for my protection, not to be eaten by giant wolves.
"We can't just land in Forks it's the size of the manor."
"You couldn't of parked a little closer?" I ask looking out the window at what looks like miles of damp brown tree trunks.
"Nah, but look. I drew you a map." He holds up a piece of paper with a crudely drawn turd looking thing that I assume is the helicopter leading to a printed out picture of my aunt's house with a red line.
"So helpful, thanks." I flash a vicious smile grabbing the printer paper out of his hand and slipping on my backpack. "You know maybe I should look on the bright side. I won't have to see your ugly face for a while."
"Yeah and I won't have to listen to your mouth it's a win-win situation." He quips back pressing a button that opens the metal door keeping the damp air away from me.
"Don't get eaten." He laughs as he hands my suitcase down to me.
"Please crash." I tell him sweetly wrapping my tan fingers around the plastic handle and pulling the black bag away from the helicopter where it won't be splattered with mud.
I walk out of the clearing glancing back over my shoulder when fierce winds from the propellers hit me. Well it's a good thing I brought baby. I trace a finger over the pistol on my thigh for comfort going in the general direction the map seems to be leading me.
I can't help but feel nervous as I pick my way through piles of wet leaves and roots that seem to be trying to trip me. I've never been in the woods before, the closest I've gotten is central park. I'm more of a dark alley type of girl. This is a little out of my element.
I'm pretty sure I've passed this tree three times already. Everything looks exactly the fucking same to me. Maybe I should just shoot myself and end this misery.
My breath hitches when a shadow hits the tree next to me. A big shadow. Definitely not mine. I've already scared myself enough times since I got here to know the difference. My pistol finds her way to my hand the cold metal instantly soothing my nerves like a baby blanket does for a child. This time instead of a shadow I see a flash of silver fur.
Great I jinxed it I'm going to be eaten by wolves. They travel in packs right? This can't be the only one. I do a three sixty my trained eyes flicking side to side, looking for movement. There's another flash and my hand reacts before my mind can follow. The bullet pierces through the air sending a splatter of blood as it connects with flesh. There's a loud growl and pained caramel eyes glare up at me. Teeth bared. "Fuck." I guess I'm going to die. My extra bullets are in my back pack and there's no time for that.
The wolf freezes in place when it's eyes meet mine and it cocks it's head to the side adorably before letting out a low whine and sprinting away from me. My legs give out in relief and I can't help the laughter that bubbles up from inside of me, echoing off the tree's loudly. Holy shit, I just saw a wolf that was awesome. "Why am I laughing?" I ask myself leaning back against the tree I landed in front of. Because I'm so fucked up in the head that almost getting eaten by a wolf is awesome to me, that's why.
"Hey!" A gruff voice barks, I jump about a foot in the air my eyes flickering up to find a shirtless man looming over me his arms crossed over his chest and his face stern. "There's no hunting allowed in these woods."
I snort attempting to cover it with a cough. He just looks so damn upset. Why does he care? "What's funny?" He demands his chest vibrating with an animistic growl.
"You," I continue talking before he can realize what I said. "Do I look like a hunter to you?" I ask gesturing to my skinny jeans and black v-neck with combat boots.
"If your not a hunter why the hell do you have a gun?"
"For protection obviously." I roll my eyes getting to my feet and wiping the back of my pants off. I don't like having this giant guy in such an advantageous position. He could probably do whatever he wanted to me. I'd rip his balls off but I'd rather just avoid the struggle.
"Why are you out here?"
"I went for a walk. Got lost." His gaze flickers to my suitcase but he doesn't say anything.
"Where are you staying?" Stalker much.
"With Elena Airaldi, she's my aunt. Do you know where she lives?" It's worth a shot.
His eyes darken but he nods grabbing my suitcase off the ground. "Come on." I comply. He might be leading me to weird native sex chamber or something but I don't really care at this point. If I see another tree I think I'm going to puke.
He leads me to a freshly painted black pick up truck at the edge of the woods. "Elena lives on the edge of forks... a few miles away." Yeah it'd probably be weird for me to walk that far through the woods for no reason.
"I got lost." Not a total lie. He just nods glancing at me every few minutes as he drives. Eventually just stopping the car and watching me. "What?" I finally snap. I don't like being stared at.
"We're here." He avoids the question gesturing to a quaint two story mint green house. The picture doesn't do it justice.
"Oh, yeah I know." I try to recover pushing the car door open and grabbing my bags. "Thanks for the ride."
"Elena never mentioned a niece." What is with the weirdo answers he's not answering anything I say, just interrogating me. I wish I had another bullet loaded. I'm starting to feel an itch to damage something. Not that I'm a murderer I'd probably just shoot him in the knee cap or something.
"I haven't seen her since I was a baby. Ask her about Calli."
"I'm Sam." He answers waiting for me to move away from the car before driving away. What a freak. I hope everyone around here isn't like that, if they are I'm going to end up behind bars within a week. I look back up at the house. It's surrounded by trees on all sides with a mossy stone path leading up to the black porch. It looks like mint chocolate chip ice cream. Nothing like the manor. I actually kind of like it. Dammit now I'm hungry.
I pull my suitcase over the path yanking it so the wheels don't get stuck and pause when I finally get to the door. Well, I guess there's no turning back now. Someone already knows I'm here. I press my mud crusted finger to the doorbell and wait.