Shirley The Vampire Slayer
Shirley, a (Buffyverse) Slayer wannabe, has traced, through Quileute legends, "vampires" to La Push. Her time of preparation and training behind her, Shirley is ready to act.
5. Chapter 5 - A New Beginning
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Shirley the Vampire Slayer
Chapter 5 - A New Beginning [888 words]
As I drove through Forks, I kept my eye out for two magic words. I had some hard thinking to do. And it was best done in a place of power where two mystic forces combined. The words were “Wireless” and “Coffee”.
The “Work in Progress Coffee & Antique Shop” promised to be my haven. Even the name was encouraging because my crusade certainly was a work-in-progress. After I parked, I opened the back doors to the van and dug out my laptop bag and my binder.
As I entered, I saw that the on-the-way-to-work crowd was thinning out. The antique part of the store was in its own section away from the counter and booths. However, the eating area didn’t escape the “antique” themed décor. Before I settled into a booth, I checked for an electrical outlet. I figured that I was going to settle in for a spell of research.
I had several problems. If Embry Call wasn’t a vampire, what was he? If he wasn’t a vampire, who were the vampires associated with the Quileutes? Jared/Sneakers heard me refer to Embry as not-a-vampire and thought that I had mistaken him for “one of the Cullens up in Forks”. Did this mean that the “Cullens” were vampires? At least I had several leads.
Breakfast and coffee came and went. I reviewed my files, both hard copy and on my computer. I borrowed the local phone book and returned it. The only Cullen in it was a doctor with just a phone listing and an address in a medical office building. Well, it can’t be him. Even general practitioners saw too much blood. A vampire just couldn’t hide their nature. I even did some online research. Boy, did I have that screwed up.
The Quileute’s legends said that they were descended from wolves. If Embry had turned into a wolf, he was the biggest wolf that I ever heard of. He was as big as a horse. Of course, my judgment may have been a bit skewed by the fact that he was standing over me, teeth at my throat, dripping hot saliva on me and growling with intent. So La Push was the home of werewolves. While interesting, I put that aside. Oz was a werewolf and it mostly wasn’t a problem. I’d tackle that after I finished this vampire thing.
The Cullens were quite the problem. Sneakers said “one of the Cullens”. Hence there was more than one. But besides the good doctor, there weren’t any indications. No listing in directories, hard copy or online. No newspaper articles online. No accessible property records. Nada, zip, zilch. These people made it a habit to live quietly.
I finally broke down and went with a paid search. Now I was getting somewhere. Apparently there were five living here in town. They all had cell phones, lived at one address and apparently each had a car. They all had excellent credit ratings. I looked up the address and made a quick sketch of the map. It looked simple to find.
The lunch crowd was beginning to filter in. I was beginning to put up my research and close down my computer when beautiful red head glided up to my table.
“Pardon me,” she said. “I couldn’t help over hearing you talk to yourself. Are you trying to find out about the Cullens? Or locate them?” Her eyes flickered about the shop, almost as if she were afraid. Even those flickers were made with the grace of a hunter.
I was a bit embarrassed. Usually, when I talk to myself, it is in indistinct mutterings that can’t be heard more than a few feet away. I replied simply, “Yes.”
Leaning low she whispered, “I can tell you everything that you need to know about the Cullens.”
“Sit down. We’ll eat and talk.”
She scanned the shop again. “We can’t talk here. We need privacy. I know of a place we can go. We’ll do lunch there.”
“Okay, just let me load up this stuff into the van.”
“By the way,” I said. “I’m Shirley Turner.” When she didn’t respond, I asked, “And you are … ?”
“There’ll be enough time to talk later. Let’s get out of here.” She headed to the front door. Once again, I was struck by the feline grace and feral glances.
I paid my bill and carted my stuff out.
As I turned toward the highway, the woman said, “Go north on 101 to the Sitkum-Solduc Road and turn right. We’ll go past the industrial area and make a left. It is about five miles outside of town.”
Before I could ask any more questions, we were on a muddy road that wound through dense dripping forest. I had to concentrate on my driving. Finally, the road curved into a small clearing as we came to a dead end. I turned the van so that it was parked facing toward the road. I didn’t see any sign of lunch but, frankly, I didn’t care. I was too excited.
I grabbed my notebook. “I want to know everything there is to know about the Cullens. But first, what is your name?”
She laughed. “My name is Victoria.”