"Kill them and come home."
Were Jane's last words to her a few days ago, they circulated in Bella's head as she lay on a shitty lumpy mattress in a Seattle motel. It was her final stop before heading to Forks in the morning. Aro had hired a car for her time here, and she'd plan on taking full advantage of it.
She'd never been much of a flyer, even on the plane ride getting here she nearly threw open the doors and lunged out. Not a big fan of heights being the only thing that derailed that specific train of thought.
If it weren't annoying parents being too loud, it was the children, if it wasn't the children than the forks and knives scraping on plates or people chewing too loudly, and the talking and idle chatter. Fuck she hated idle chatter. Solitude is what she desired, and that was an impossible endeavour in a cramped metal bird soaring through the clouds. With her skin crawling for the many hours over the sea it was all she could do to not start shredding the fibres of the chairs around her, or ripping into the man next to her who was idly on his phone or in a book the entire flight. Completely unbothered.
It was the same when she was human. All those trips to see her father, Charlie, every summer would send hurtles of unpleasant feelings through her. Racking her nerves. She'd nearly chew through her headphone wires every time. Which she only brought along to drown out the noise. She wasn't really a music person as a human, even less so now, but she would've given anything for it this time. The sweet release from death.
It was a miracle she managed to achieve it twice a year in her youth, even more so when her mother would take her on a vacation with the new boyfriend of the month. Always charming, funny, the whole package apparently, but she always screwed it up somehow. Unsurprisingly. After Charlie she'd never been able to find anything stable, luckily though that was different for her dad. He found the love of his life. Sadly both are gone now, perhaps she'd visit their grave in Forks upon her return. The thought crosses her mind as she watches a murky stain drip onto the carpet by her door.
She outwardly cringed.
With a sigh she hauls herself up, the metal bed below her creaking. HEr boots touch the floor and what she hopes is some kind of water, but from the smell she highly doubts. With little to no restraint she choose to believe the former, whilst secretly harbouring resentment for Aro and this shitty location.
Bella was irked, but at least he had given her a car for her troubles. IT was a meek apology she supposed, cars being such small inexpensive things to her kind.
But damn, she loved cars. She loved driving, feeling the speed. It couldn't match her running, but it gave it a decent shot. She enjoyed the purr of the engine, hearing all the gears turning, the sound of it beneath her. The comfortableness against her body, the leather, the scents. Most of all, the quiet.
Truthfully she enjoyed everything more now as an immortal being.
Everything was more fun, less dangerous. All of her senses were heightened, she'd been taught to protect herself, and had proven her ability to do so on multiple occasions. She had taught how to not be weak, to strengthen her body, to use all of her senses to her advantage. Bella refused to be put in a situation she couldn't get out of. Mentally or physically. She wasn't fragile, she wouldn't break anymore. She wouldn't be left crumpled on the god damn fucking dirt floor to be carried in by her dad in the pouring rain all because a stupid boy didn't want her anymore. It was pathetic. Shivering relentlessly like a fucking child.
It made her blood boil to think of it. After so long trying to forget the hurt they caused, she knew coming back here would bring it all back up.
Bella grunted as she stood and took a moment to travel to the window in the two rooms she'd been granted. A small bedroom with a single bed, a desk and chest of drawers. All looking to be broken or damaged in one or another, and the adjoining bathroom. Which held the basics plus a shower rather than a bath. Though with one look behind the shower curtain Bella diverted every inclination of using it from her head.
Itching to do something she paced, she should be patient, but with nightfall coming she wanted to explore. Night life was her favourite time of day. She can wander around the darkness like nothing more than a shadow, have all the fun she desires, and suffer no consequences for her actions. It was ideal.
With the motel key to her door securely in her pocket and a glance out the window into an alley she carefully climbs out and drops thirty feet to the floor below. Landing steadily in her boots. Her spine straightening out, she shrugs her shoulders to sort out the confines of her jacket and walks out into the street. As if she didn't take a fall that could kill a human with little more than her hair being ruffled.
She walks a while, it gets busier the denser the city buildings tower, the lights are bright and with her magnificent hearing she can hear every sound around her. From the rats to the people smoking or fucking several blocks away. She chooses on her fun for the night, a bar across the street from a crosswalk, It looks rowdy, a bouncer at the door looking to kick her on her ass if she tried anything. The thought almost makes her smirk, she'd have his throat slit from ear to ear if he so much as looked at her funny.
With a wink and a flash of her made up I.D he lets her through with no issue. In fact he stares at her ass as she saunters past. A look that Bella chooses to ignore. It's too early for her to be pissed off.
It's crowded. To be expected, she makes her way across the threshold to the packed bar, squeezing her way into an empty stall at the end. She rests her elbows upon it and waits uncharacteristically patiently while the several barmen serve the other angry customers. Taking the time to pick her nails and look inconspicuously around at said patrons. One man in particular catches her attention. He's a bit odd looking, scar running down his thick neck, sweaty hair sticking to his face as he shoves a pint glass into the bar. He's got broad shoulders with protruding veins.
He'll do.
The bartender approached, smiling kindly. His soft brown eyes reflected his tired state. Long shifts for humans tend to do that. She doesn't envy the feeling. Being immortal she wasn't privy to those things anymore. Bored? Yes. Annoyed? More often than not, but tired, not really. Exhausted from days of work and training but rarely ever does she tire. Turning into an immortal gives you nearly unlimited stamina. "Good evening, new around here?"
Bella shrugs. "Not really, it's been a while."
"Ah. Well you've come on a busy night, there's a game on, try to be careful with the regulars. Anything angers them these days." She holds back a laugh. Counting on that exact thing. "So what can I get you?" He asks after several beats of silence, a glass already in his ring adorned hand.
"Whatever you feel like making, I don't particularly care." He nods and soon comes back with a glass of mysterious liquid.
With a cursory sniff Bella takes a few large mouthfuls, finding it strong and bitter, but good. She leaves the cash on the bar and finds a seat next to the burly man she spied earlier. He was sitting amongst friends but Bella was positive she could lure him away somehow.
Aro after all hadn't said she couldn't have her fun.
So that's what she does, she keeps making eye contact, getting her drink remade, giving him obvious looks, and nearly an hour later he's following her out of the bar to an alley beside like a puppy on a leash. A foolish foolish puppy.
It's nearly pitch black to where she leads him, having spied the alley while crossing earlier she drags him down as far as she can. Using the ruse of not wanting to be seen, which is only partly true. She couldn't care less about being caught fucking a stranger, but that's not whats about to happen. And for this act, she can't have any surprise visits.
Bella gives him a few seconds of comfort, letting him grope her chest, grab her ass and ease her into a slimy wall. She holds back a shudder as his teeth bite into her neck and she can feel the erection pressing into her stomach. With a disgusted grunt she elongates her fangs and brings them down on his neck. Her eyes close instinctively, and she moans, relishing the warm blood pouring from him. She holds him place as he wails, but a quick jerk of her hand over his mouth has him silent.
Since her transition blood has fascinated her. Outgrowing her newborn cravings she rarely felt the urge to kill for sustenance, rather out of boredom or the pleasure of the hunt. She loved the screams of her victims, they way they sagged in her arms as he was doing at this very moment. The colour fading from her once perky red cheeks. She lowers him to the floor and wipes the back of her hand over her mouth.
He should be fine, perhaps a little dizzy and confused but he won't remember her specifically, only the pretty brunette who seduced him.
Now, with that little itched scratch, time for Forks.
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