_𝕯𝖔 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕿 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕯𝖔𝖓ʼ𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_ʼ𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕿 𝖉𝖔𝖓ʼ𝖙 ӄ𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕿 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖜𝖔
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
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𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞
𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖒
𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 Ѵ𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎
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There were few places Lisette Fairholm hadn’t been. A large portion of her very long life had been spent traveling, after all. Travel was part of the job, of course, but it was also something the dark haired vixen enjoyed for the simple pleasure of it all. She had toured all over Europe, Africa, South America, and China on various orders from her superiors. Wherever there was a vampiric presence, Lisette had surveyed. Or, at least, it felt that way.
"Washington State, North America..?" she had murmured to herself, her Italian accent softened and subtle after several mortal lifetimes immersed in other cultures. "Forks?"
Lisette had been to North America once, ages ago. It had been nice enough, but she had been in a hurry; she had come with her usual vampire sidekick, a young man she had personally loomed over during his dangerous fledgling stage named Jason, on orders to check out the claim that a small vampire coven in the greater unpopulated sections of New York were using night clubs to turn humans at an alarming rate. Lisette hadn’t liked New York; the smells were overpowering and there were people everywhere. It had been exactly two hundred and fifty seven years since she had been turned, but even the dark haired young woman had felt the craving for blood more urgently then usual in that place packed with more then willing victims. Leaving the city that never seemed to pause had not left Lisette with the best impression of America. Though New York was on the opposite side of the sprawling union she couldn’t help coming to the assumption that it would be more of the same. After all, a fork was a fork, and she wasn’t really expecting much of any local that tried to imply otherwise.
Lisette didn’t voice her thoughts on the place she would end up aloud. After all, even when a body had been with them as long as the young woman had been, nobody questioned the orders of the Volturi. Lisette had no idealistic misconceptions about the group of vampires infamous for exercising their control over the entire vampiric race with precision and secrecy since before even They could remember; she could be killed as easily as any other interloper if she dared to offend. But this dangerous line was not one Lisette shied away from; on the contrary, she only admired her leaders more for their dedication. It only inspired her to higher personal goals.
“Your assignment is simple, Lisette. Track and report.”
She had been sent on many of the same before. Lisette had a rather personal role in the Volturi; whenever they needed something done they would issue the order and Lisette and others like her would obey it without question. Sometimes the order was to Locate, or simply find out the location of a target; Fetch was to bring back a target for questioning; Track was to locate and follow a subject, which always seemed to be coupled with Report, which was, as it sounded, an order to report the actions of the target being followed to the Volturi elders. And then there was the infamous Stop; the vast understatement that translated into ‘kill’. That one was always fun.
It wasn’t the local that bothered Lisette, nor the details of the order itself. It was the target that made Lisette grit her teeth tightly together and dig her nails deep into the sensitive flesh of her palms.
“The mermaid has been less then cooperative of late. Questioning our authority despite the unwavering devotion of her queen. She is exceptional at her job… but no one is indispensable. Track. Report. If the mermaid does not complete her assignment, or if you view actions that, under your discretion, appear suspicious, you are to Stop her. Understood?”
It had been so hard for Lisette to reply to the positive. Not because she objected to a job that would likely ending in her bloodying her hands; the black haired girl had been there and done that more times then she could count. No; Lisette Fairholm objected to the m-word… mermaid. Lisette was a proud vampire, had no real opinions of the dinner race more commonly known as ‘humans’, simply didn’t think of werewolves (of which she never really had to interact with anyway…), but she hated mermaids. Mermaids… pathetic, weak minded slaves of the vampires. Their queen was so smitten with the Volturi that she threw her subjects into servitude, and the finned freaks, in a delightful show of subservience, bent and obeyed without question. Lisette hated that about them, and hated them for it. She obeyed the Volturi with unwavering devotion, but with none of the hopeless weakness that she saw in her scaled underlings.
But even Lisette had to grudgingly admit that it took guts to stand up to the people she worked for. It was dangerous, reckless… worthy of respect.
'Well, I'll give it to the fish people... not that that will have anything to do with my investigation.'
And so she had boarded a plane to Forks, Washington. For the first time in a long time she was alone; her fledgling partner had been left behind much to his displeasure. Lisette really didn't mind; it was nice to be alone to think to herself for once. And, from the look of Forks, there would be plenty of time for thinking. From the moment she stepped off the plane to the moment she moved into the 'town', the feeling of quiet seemed to surround her almost to a point of suffocation. A big city kinda girl, the vampire walked instead of taking the car as she had initially planned, drinking in the sights. It was the first time she had been able to walk around in the day time in a while; in Forks there seemed to be perpetual clouds and her skin, though still unusually pale, didn't seem to sparkle in the slightest. Walking down the dirt roads, the graceful young woman looked rather out of place. Dressed in black designer slacks, heels, and an off the shoulders white sweater that reached past her fingertips, she looked more like she had wandered off a runway then the Volturi assassin she was. Only her eyes set her apart; they seemed to almost glow red, standing out vividly against her porcelain skin and dark hair spilling down her shoulders.
Reserving a place to stay had been simple enough, though not an arrangement the vampire would be overly content with. There were no real hotels, so the young woman had taken a room in the house of an old woman who had advertised in the papers. She seemed only too eager to take a tenant, even if it was for a very short time; though Lisette wondered just what the old woman, Mrs. Tinnel, would think of the arrangement if she knew the details of who she was lodging. The vampire grinned a bit sharply, crimson eyes dark. People in this town would be a pushover; she could feel it.
The house she was going to be boarding in was like something out of a housing magazine; it was wood that had been painted white with a faded gray roof. The door and shutters were a rich shade of green, and the porch that extended to wrap around the front was the same hue lightened with weather damage. There was even a white picket fence, which Lisette breached with no little amusement as she wandered across the unruly grass. Everything in Forks could be so green; she figured it was a before unknown land of extremes. Bemused at the thought the dark haired woman moved up the three small steps and towards the door, her heels clicking dully against the slightly damp wood. When she lifted a hand to knock the sound seemed muffled like all sounds were in this sleepy town. Several seconds passed in silence, and then there was some bumping from inside, the shuffling of feet across wood floors.
"Yeah? Who is it..?" a weak, wavering voice called out from behind the thick wood.
"Mrs. Tinnel?" she called back with practiced ease. "Hello? Hi... it's Lisette Fairholm. The tenant? We spoke over the phone..."
"Who?" the woman didn't give time for a reply; immediately after speaking the sound of chains being detached from door locks helped break the dreary spell Forks had cast. "Oh, the girl who's taking the room! Why didn't you say so?" The door creaked open, and a tiny old woman flung open a space large enough to walk through, peering at Lisette with eyes magnified by coke bottle glasses. "Well, come on in, come on in..!" She insisted as she ushered the vampire inside.
'Step one, complete. If step two goes as well as this, then this whole trip is going to be a piece of cake.'
_𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓ʼ𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕿 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖘
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉 ｡ ｡ ｡
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_｡ ｡ ｡𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖕 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕿ʻ𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖐𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
