There is only one way to describe a life of endless waiting. Boring.
The hotel we are currently hiding in is pleasant enough for most. Yet after having lived for so many years in a state of immortality luxury goods and infrastructure no longer holds any appeal for me. This is made all the worse by those I am currently residing with.
As soon as we arrived the human promptly fell asleep. All she is capable of doing is moping, eating and sleeping. The tears that I can always hear falling down her face just solidifies in my mind how useless it is to protect a creature as weak as her. She has no faith. Pathetic.
However, she is not nearly as annoying as the pixie, who passes the time by concentrating on the thoughts of the tracker, futilely hoping that the visions will be enough to predict his moves. I have grown to understand that, like the rest of the Cullen Clan, Alice has become enamoured with the human. I have no indication as to why. Perhaps its lack of humanity is interesting, or the way that is it is ready to accept what are commonly referred to as bedtime stories as real entities.
I can feel the pixie's growing impatience as the time passes. Her sole reason for protecting the pet in the first place, excluding her obvious affection for her, was to be able to seduce Jasper. This she has been unable to accomplish due to the fact that I have yet to leave the hotel. As we drove towards Phoenix, her only comfort was the idea that I would have to leave at some point to feed. Then she would pounce and succeed in her endeavour.
That she believed that I would ever leave him vulnerable to her claws was such an entertaining prospect I wore a smirk during the entire car-ride. Priceless stupidity.
Perhaps she would not be so sure of herself if she did not solely rely on her visions for information. In fact, it is this reliance that makes her vulnerable, because she no longer bothers to take not of the details around her, such as change in personality of those around her, or the little clues that make it obvious that James is using her visions against her to tempt the human to come to him. These details practically hit you over the head with obviousness of one only bothers to look for them. Her focus on her vision will one day be her undoing, mark my words.
Because of the constant listening ears of the pixie, I have not been able to properly converse with Jasper. After a futile attempt at small talk, we both gave up. He has spent the time staring at the television like a statue, unmoving and no longer excited about the chase: he just wants the cowardly hiding to end. I could not blame him: I knew that my feeling for him were continuing to develop, and all I wanted was to be left alone with the vampire whom I care about.
However, instead of this, I spend my time in close proximity to the human girl, devoting all of my control against eating her in that very moment. I only feel pure unwavering hunger, especially since my pastime the past few days has been observing the way that the human sleeps and occasionally moans the puppies' name. In no way does this interest me in the slightest.
Why am I with the human and not Jasper, you may ask?
Firstly, I cannot stand being anywhere near the pixie at the moment as she is a mess of self-loathing, pity and desperation: all qualities I despise. Secondly, I know from the minute we got into the car that the human would eventually be the one to seek James out, and so I wanted to make sure that I did not miss the chance to see her get what is undoubtedly coming, with her lack of lust for life. And finally, I would much rather have the opportunity to witness the pixie's attempt at seduction, and then harm her for trying. Far more satisfying.
For another entire day nothing occurred except the uninteresting phone call from a panicked Edward. Annoyingly, whenever the human is on the phone, she practically throws me out of the room. Not like there is any point in doing so since we all can hear what is being said through the wall. Therefore, I not only had to listen to sappy messages from the pup, but also was forced to be in the vicinity of the creature who was shaping up to overtake the love-birds as my most hated.
The phone call did have one highlight. Edward's distrust for me was obvious, since I could almost hear the sigh of relief he gave off when someone actually answered, as if expecting me to have eaten them all. I resolved to answer the phone the next time he calls, so that I can see him panic. What fun
Unfortunately, the next phone call was not from Edward. Leaving Bella to pack up her items, Alice resolved to go downstairs and check out from the hotel. With Jasper in tow. Naturally I had to follow to make sure nothing happens between the two. I would not put it past the pixie to attempt seduction even with an audience, as her morals were slowly leaving her to be replaced with pure desperation. Standing in the corner of the lobby, I became bored of the small talk between them and the receptionist, and promptly went upstairs to check on Bella. That she has become the most interesting thing in my life is disheartening, and yet she still manages to surprise me.
Case in point: what I proceeded to hear was the unmistakable voice of James on the phone to the human.
Once again I respected the tracker. He certainly knew how to exploit the weak spots of his prey in order to get what he wants. I knew, without her saying anything, that the human would follow his every command to 'save' her mother. Even if it was obvious that the mum was in no danger, as her screams were not genuine enough. After all, every human becomes supremely selfish at the end. The screams were too selfless, for her life to be in danger in any way.
Thankful that my stay at this boring hotel suddenly got far more interesting, I decided that I would follow the human. The pixie would be far too concerned about the fate of Bella, or worried about what Edward would do to her if she died, to try anything with Jasper.
I must admit that I was surprised it was so easy for her to slip past the vampires and get into a taxi. Considering the situation, the pixie should be on high alert. She cared for the girl after all, and should at least realise that the tracker would not back down from his mission that easily. That Jasper was not worried did not surprise me in the slightest: he was currently surrounded by random humans after not eating for the entire stay at the hotel. As well as having to deny Alice's attempts at seduction, the human was the least of his worries.
Rather than following the taxi to its destination, I teleported there ahead of her and proceeded to wait. There I spent the time fanaticising about how devastated the puppy is going to be at the loss of his human. That alone was enough to allow me to wait for her without checking on James beforehand. The depression that he would face, while I would stay in the shadows and watch him crumble before my very eyes. How I long for that future.
I was of course aware that my hunger may encourage me to devour the tracker before he could even touch the human girl. I resolved to wait as long as possible once she arrives for him to touch her in any way he wants. That way, I could in effect kill two birds with one stone: my hunger and hatred of the girl.
I will admit that my thoughts began to wander. You may think that I may have forgotten the reason that I came to forks in the first place: my mission. To recruit a suitable creature. I now have gained Jane's full trust, since she actually called me just the day before to ask advice concerning parental troubles. She is shaping up to be a perfect candidate, as she is strong-willed and willing to do anything for self-preservation. Due to the horrible relationship with the parents, she has no ties to the mortal realm, making it easier for me to show the life she could have under my wing. And this life is what I plan to show her after the human is dead and I can return.
As the taxi rolled up to the studio I smirked, knowing fully well that James was planning to play with his food. The idea of the pain encasing her face and everything about her and he slowly takes her life excites me to my very core, and I have a hard time refraining from entering the building before she does.
As a demon, I live for the kill. And, as a hater of Bella Swan, I revelled in the screams that I could already hear coming from her lips.
They were food for my soul. And my soul was ready to be fed.
Let the games begin.