demand answers. However that was a plan for another day. As herthoughts switched back to Victoria, something in her mind clicked. Duringthe attack, she recalled the red headed vampire being very friendly with Tanya.
, she mused. It appeared a trip to Alaska was next in storefor her.Stretching, she remembered how desperate she had been to become avampire when she had first Edward. A faint smile touched her lips as hersubconscious screamed,
Setting off, she covered most of the journey on foot, running incrediblyfast, almost invisible to the human eye. Reaching the outskirts of Alaskathe next evening, she decided to rest in an old-fashioned pub. Painted aplain white, the building held most of its original charm and features.Claiming a booth in the back, she cradled a glass filled with a strange ale.From what she’d learned the owners of the pub were Irish, thus explainingthe unusual appearance of the pub, you don’t normally get the quaint;old-English type anything around Alaska.Not intending to drink the ale, she used it to blend in amongst thehumans. For a pub out in the middle of nowhere, it seemed to be prettyfull.
she thought. Glancing around the pub she began to noticestranger things. The fact that there appeared to be a pub in the outskirtsof Alaska should’ve alerted her immediately. Remaining stationary, shesurveyed the entire scene from her seat. The pub was filled with youths; people ranging mainly from their lateteens to mid twenties crowded the place. Suspicious, Bella tuned the loudmusic out, zoning in on the several conversations. Focusing in on a groupof girls, she listened attentively.“Yvonne. I owe you. I can’t believe you got us in here. This place is epic!”said a blond haired girl, Bella intellectually named ‘Blondie’, educationhadn’t been wasted on her at all, she smiled.“Told you this was
place to be!”
Bella scorned silently.
So this was just a hangout for teens?
Wellthat explained the people that looked like they were doing drugs.
“I’m really glad I came. I wish Sam was with us” Blondie sighed, asorrow filling her latter words.“So do I. She would’ve loved this place. It’s been what? Three months?”“Three months exactly, since she went missing.”