In Dire Need of Cessation

Twelve

The real Seattle library is above, I have tried to make this book as realistic as possible (which is hard as it consists of vampires and ghosts) - meaning the locations are correct. Pretty cold looking library, right? 

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Connecting my phone to my car by Bluetooth and picking an arbitrary album, I sped out of the drive way, underneath the canopy in which the trees supplied, and estimated the time of my arrival. As it was only midday, I expected to be in Seattle by at least three pm, allowing only three hours for the usual four-hour journey. However, unlike humans, I knew where every speed camera was and had the reflex abilities to weave around the slow-coaches on the road.

I was grateful that I opted against going to high school this time around, unlike my siblings. I was supposed to go to Forks High School, but I pulled out with the excuse that I couldn't make myself go. 'I was too distracted to keep up the pretense.'

Instead, I lurked around the house with little to do while Esme focused on her ideas for a new house renovation outside of town, Carlisle worked, and my siblings went to school. That was before I set on my quest to find the information of the Stauntons, the answers kept in Seattle.

As I passed various people in their cars on the freeway, I must have looked like an arrogant snob with my alternative music blaring, letting everyone hear, while driving over a hundred and thirty. I just kept my eyes ahead, trying not to listen to the harsh thoughts that erupted around me.

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In the modern library of Seattle, somewhere, honestly, I didn't like, I sat on a red uncomfortable sofa with a bundle of files on my lap. For me, this library didn't feel warm enough to be allowed that title. Whenever I thought of a library, pictures of cramped buildings full to the brim with books, a mild perfume of worn leather and pages molding together, and an older human sitting behind a desk sprung to mind. Not this.

This building was extremely futuristic, with windows that ascended diagonally, the pattern was of small squares that created bizarre shadows over the open room. Book shelves were correctly sorted, yet, they were hardly tall and full- how a library should be- and in addition, they weren't the center of attention, the computers were.

Sometimes I loathed those things.

Focusing on the task at hand, I opened one of the files and placed the others on the floor beside my foot. Of course, the library would never supply me the proper files of the diary entries and death certificates, instead, these were the photocopied versions all placed in one card folder. It was a grand idea as some people were so careless and would easily rip the delicate pages.

Flicking through the introduction pages that were written by historians to give the reader a summary of the house- which was no concern to me, I came across the first diary entries. From the little grammar, incorrect spellings, and simple wording, I knew this person obviously hadn't acquired the proper education, which made me think: Was this written by a staff member who was taught by Isabella Staunton?

Honestly, the file I was reading wasn't helpful, and I soon became disinterested, leading on to me swapping files, and choosing the slightly smaller folder beside my feet. Opening it casually, I was excited to see the thing I had been hoping for at the top of the bunch of papers, death certificates. That may have sounded a little ghoulish, but it was the truth, I wanted to know how the original Stauntons I 'knew' passed away; what were their ages? Did they each have their own families? Did they truly live in the plantation house all together without William? Did Clarence stay with them?

Eager to know, I slipped the papers onto my lap, tucked the folder beside me, and instantly saw Isabella's full name on the top of the certificate.