AN: Okay folks, for those who know me i know I've been AWOL for a long time I've been dealing with a lot of shit and I promise to get going on the other stories and I'm planning to rewrite them and re post so thanks to those who stuck around for my sorry ass stories lol. So i got this story stuck into my head and it wouldnt leave so i decided to humor it. So let me know whatcha think. Thanks guys. BTW for those who dont know how to pronounce my name its Cinnia (SIN-knee-uh).

Happy reading!

"Dad, calm down, it's just a flight delay."

"I know Bells, but there have been a lot of murders in Seattle and I worry."

"I'll be here for one day dad, and I doubt they'll get me. Plus I got a taser and pepper spray."

He sighed, "Alright Bella, call me before you board tomorrow and be careful."

"Thanks dad, talk to you tomorrow."

I stood up from the row of seats at the airport and awkwardly grabbed all my stuff. My bag slid forward on my back as I bent to grab my jacket and my suitcase wobbled and fell over. Why was it that everything I did seemed awkward? After a few attempts I finally managed to get everything in place and weaved my way around the drowsy people. I took a final look at the sign that displayed 'Delayed until tomorrow at 2pm' and my flight number. So here I was stuck in Seattle. The front desk lady had apologized saying the plane I was supposed to be on was snowed in at some Alaskan airport and there wasn't a smaller unavailable aircraft here that could land at the Port Angeles Airport. I briskly walked out the front glass doors and looked for an available cab. There happened to be one parked with its driver still inside. I hurried over, hoping to get there before some other customer got in. Right as I got near the cab the corner of my suitcase hit those stupid poles that separated the sidewalk from the street, the stupid ones that were supposed to prevent cars from damaging the buildings. Between you and me it honestly didn't look like it could stop a smart car.

"Nearest hotel please." I poked my head into the down window to tell the cabbie.

He reached down to pop the trunk and I shoved my bags, excluding the purse, into the space. I hurried back to slide into the back seat and buckled in. I stared out the window, daydreaming as he navigated through the traffic, I knew it was 8:14 PM and from the look of things apparently now was the perfect time to get into a traffic jam or it was always like this. I haven't been in the big city in awhile, I've been staying in this town in Florida and I wanted to see my dad in this microscopic town called Forks. The person who named the city either had a sense of humor, or really liked to eat I couldn't tell which.

"Miss?"

I jumped as the Cabbie's voice jolted me out of staring out into the City.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Here we are, that'd be 22.17."

I opened my purse and dug for my wallet, for such a small purse I could lose anything in here I swear. I pulled out a twenty and a ten and handed them.

"Keep the change."

He smiled brightly, showing off a missing canine tooth and tipped his baseball cap.

"Thanks miss."

I managed to get my bags into the hotel's lobby without problems and mercifully the hotel had a room available. I thanked the woman at the front desk and went to the elevator. I pressed the button for the fifth floor and stood awkwardly as the doors stood open waiting for people to enter that weren't there. Why the hell did elevators do this? It had sensors right? Couldn't it tell that there was no one there? Finally I got pissed at the elevator and pushed and held the button to close the doors. The elevator slowly creeped up and cliché elevator music played. I stared at the ceiling hoping pressure made the elevator go faster even though I knew it wouldn't. It stopped and I looked at the LED screen that claimed it was the 3rd floor, good cause if it said it was the fifth floor already I was going to complain, there was no fucking way this could have been the 5th floor at the speed it was going. A man my age, early twenties, got into the elevator and gave me a look over from head to toe. He took in my white lace off the shoulder shirt with black tank top under it, my black leather jacket, blue skinny jeans and high heeled knee length leather boots. He also glanced at my luggage and game me a slimy smirk. Oh great he was one of those guys. The I-think-I'm-hot -and-I-also-happen-to-be-a-man-whore kind of guy. I gave a polite smile and glared at the LED screen that slowly rose from a 3 to a 5.

"You're getting off here?" Yes, slime ball, oh shit he was probably out on this floor too, just my damned luck.

"My floor." Move faster you elevator!

"I'm on the third," No shit, that's the floor you got in on, "I'm meeting friends on the fifth. Were going to go out for a drink. Wanna come with us sweetheart?" He leered at me with a God awful smirk.

I repressed a shudder and declined. I exited and went to my room, 705. The man, who I dubbed Slime, strolled in the other direction to meet up with rowdy guys, already drunk.

"Hey bay-bee you don't wanna hang out with this stud tonight?" A frat thrusted his hips in my direction and rubbed his hands down his chest.

Eww... Gross.

"Sorry I got things to do." Namely getting away from you douche bags.

"Aww but you'll be missing out on this."

This time I ignored them and slid the key card into the slot and pulled it out, hoping it accepted it and the red light flashed. Curse you fucking door! I tried again slower and it thought about it, I glared, and it blinked green. Rolling my eyes I walked into the room, immediately locking the door behind me. No way was that creepy somehow accidently getting in even though I knew it only opened for a key card. Then why the hell was there a lock? I looked around and saw that it was a typical hotel room. I set my bags down on the bed. The view from the window wasn't great but it wasn't a parking lot. Directly across was a skyscraper. I went back to the bed and shoved the bags away so I could sit on the edge. I stared at the wall, now what? It was 8:30ish and I had nothing to do. I fidgeted, I wasn't used to staying in a spot for one time, I moved constantly. Probably a habit now from all the times I moved from town to town as a kid but I needed to do something, before I went stir crazy. I unzipped my suitcase and took out the make-up bag. I knew those frats were going to a bar, I decided I would too, and hopefully not the same one as them. After swiping on lip gloss and eyeliner I put on my locket that held two photos. One of them was a recent photo of my dad in his police uniform and one was of my mom that was taken a few years ago. Checking to make sure I put the keycard in my wallet I left my room to go wander the streets. I didn't see the frats on my way down and thanked the elevator. I knew if I wandered around that you could pretty much always find a bar on any of the busy streets.

It was summer and the streets were packed with tourists, street performers and hidden locals. I quickly found a decent bar after an hour and slipped in. It wasn't dingy, but open and clean. The people were unfriendly – typical when they saw me as a tourist – and I sat by myself at the bar.

"ID?"

I was 23 and I got carded everywhere. I took the ID and showed him, proving I was over 21. At least he was doing his job.

"I'll have a rum and coke."

While he got on it, I opened my phone and scrolled through looking at old photos from Florida.

"Compliments of the gentleman with the sunglasses." The bartender slid a shot of whisky my way along with what I ordered.

Great being hit on already and I've only been here for 15 minutes, he must not be a local. Sighing I looked over my shoulder to look for the sunglasses. Who the fuck wears sunglasses at night and while they were inside? I quickly spotted the man in the corner by the front door. He tipped his beer toward me in salute. Now either I could go over and talk or sit at the bar all by my lonesome. Talking to the stranger it is. I dodged two stumbling drunks on my way towards him.

"Hey, the name's Garret." He didn't offer his hand but nodded my way in hello.

Amazingly he didn't sound slimy when he said it, thank fuck for that. I gave him a once over, aviator sunglasses, short hair, flawless skin and a black V-necked shirt. In fact he looked hot, model kind of hot.

"I'm Bella." I sipped my drink and eyed his full beer.

"Not your type?" I asked jerking my chin to the bottle.

"Nah, I just like people watching and if I didn't get anything the bartender, Anthony, would get angry."

"That makes sense. I thought parks are for people watching."

"Nope. Where there are people there's people watching. So where are you from?"

"Florida."

"Must be a big change for you then. You moved here?"

"Just passing through, plane got delayed."

"Ah. I'm no from around here either, New England." He said with a weird smirk, as if it was funny.

"So what's a handsome guy like you doing alone in a bar? As far I can tell the girls in the table by the stereo would kill to be where I am."

"Not into blondes, and you're here by yourself."

"So you're into brunettes? So what if I came alone, maybe I don't plan on leaving alone?" I said that just to mess with him.

"Well you aren't taking me home with you. I just wanted to chat and why not you? At least you're not drunk or hitting on me."

"Yet, the nights still young. So if you wanted to chat then what about?"

"Lets see. What do you do for a living?"

I laughed did I look that old? "I'm still in college."

"What degree are you working toward."

"I'm double majoring, Literature and American History."

He perked right up on the history part. For the next two hours we talked about the American Revolutionary war, American Civil and WW1. He was really into the Revolutionary war. The best part? I was enjoying myself! I usually had nothing in common with other people my age. He eventually left after we finished WW1 and I was once again by myself. It was almost 11 pm so I could go back and sleep. Sleeping in would be nice before I had to leave for Port Angeles. So off to bed it is! I looked up and down the street trying to remember what direction I came from. Screw it I'm going left. Shit I should have taken a cab! I was by the water at a park hopelessly lost. Son of a bitch! Why does this always happen to me? I have the worst luck I swear. A crow cawed and I looked up to see it staring at me from a lamp post. Well since I was here I might as well feed it, I dug through my purse and grabbed my stash of sesame seeds. Do crows even eat these? Well if not I tried. I poured a little pile and walked a few feet away. I turned in a circle to make sure no one was near me, a precaution, and watched the bird pack at the seeds. The bird hopped closer looking for more food before flying on the nearby bench that was two feet away. I wonder if it was someone's pet. Wait can u keep crows as pets?

The crow cawed and flew behind me; I followed it and saw it trying to claw a man's eyes out. Shit. I just checked around and he wasn't there... Unless I overlooked him, which couldn't happen, or he was hiding. Shit! I froze in place. I knew the crow was distracting him for me. But why? By the way thank you crow. I should have taken the opportunity but my body betrayed me, I should run. I knew I should but I couldn't run. I took two steps back as the man swatted the crow and glared at me. My hand seemed to cooperate better than my legs and I reached slowly into my bag for the pepper spray and taser. Unfortunately ii did lose a lot in my bag and I couldn't feel it. I snapped my head down for maybe a second to see if I can find it before looking back up. I looked down for a second and the man who was 40 feet away was not within 5 feet. Shit. I'm so screwed.. I'm so sorry dad… I should have stayed inside…

AN: So what do you think? Let me know and the whole crow thing kinda happen to me before they are very smart animals ;)