Vampire Hunter (A Twilight Story) - Season 1 - Episode 11

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Vampire Hunter (A Twilight Story) - Season 1 - Episode 11

Garrison

Anna POV
I woke up to the sound of the bed side alarm blasting Burn it to the Ground by Nickleback. I rolled over and slammed my fist on the little clock shutting it off. I gratefully had a dreamless sleep last night and disentangled myself from the sheets. Since that night a few days ago, the night I had left the Cullen household, I had not revisited that nightmare and I wished to keep it that way.
The last few days were uneventful to say the least. I was utterly bored and found myself looking forward to my trip to Seattle and the fights that would result, something I never did before. However, at this point I would do just about anything to end this purgatory. I had kept myself busy by either exploring the town or keeping an eye out for anything new in Seattle. Things were continuing to get worse and I was glad we were leaving in a few days. It would be over soon and I felt a small sense of relief at that thought. My mom was ecstatic when I said I would be home in about a week, though I didn’t tell her why and with whose assistance.

Today was the Cullen’s graduation party and Alice had called yesterday to inform me to come around 5pm. I still couldn’t believe I was about to party with vampires! No, this was just business plain and simple. I was going to discuss strategy and therefore I would not be spending much if any time mingling with the guests.
I walked over to the bathroom and began the waking up process. I jumped in the shower and turned the heat up till the bathroom was filled with a thick mist. The water relaxed my muscles and the steam cleared my senses. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo I had bought the other day, I couldn’t stand to use the little ones provided, and began to scrub my hair clean. I stepped out, wrapped one towel securely around me and began rubbing another against my hair. I ran a comb quickly through my hair, working out the knots and turned towards the mirror. My hand grazed across its surface to remove some of the moisture.

I had just finished brushing my teeth when I heard a knock on the door causing my head to snap sharply in its direction. Who could that be? I concentrated for a moment. Mr. Jefferson, the motel manager, was outside. What did he want? I paid for the entire week. I looked down and I was still in my towel. Crap. He knocked again. “One second” I shouted. Making sure my towel was completely secure I walked to the door and opened it a crack.
“Mr. Jefferson, what a pleasant surprise!” not so much “what can I do for you?” I smiled.

He surveyed me in my towel, my wet hair lying dully on my shoulders and blushed in embarrassment. “Oh…I…sorry I didn’t realize you were busy. This uh… package came to the front desk and it’s addressed to you.” I looked away from his face and turned my attention to the large white box that was secured with a green ribbon was in his hands. On the front it said, For Miss. Diana Rosser. Olympic Dawn Motel, Room 8. There was no return address. Who sent me this? No one knew I was here and they had used my alias.

I opened the door wider so I retrieve the package trying in vain to hide myself from his gaze. He handed me the box. “Thank you. Have a nice day!” I quickly shut the door before he could reply and walked back into the bland small room. I threw the box on the bed for now and returned to the bathroom to dry my hair. Once that was done, and my hair was clipped back out of my way, I sat down on the bed and grabbed the package.
I surveyed it closely a moment, trying to see if there was anything on the outside that might tell me who and where it came from. Nothing. Maybe someone was trying to assassinate me and it contained a bomb. I laughed a little and I lifted it close to my head, shaking it slightly. Well no ticking. I shook it again I heard the light thud of fabric hitting the sides and something else, something more solid. It wasn’t very heavy.

I pulled at the ribbon and opened the box slowly. Whatever it was it was lightly covered with dark green tissue paper that matched the ribbon. On top was a little card. I opened it and read what was inside. It contained two short lines
For tonight!

AC
I read the two lines a few times till a memory came back to me and I felt my body stiffen. Alice Cullen’s voice sung in my head.
“You can’t be serious.” She seemed horrified but I didn’t know why. Who cares what I wear? She thought about it for a moment, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it”