The Cullen's plane had crashed upon an island on their way home from an Italian vacation. Sickness and disease spreads, as well as starvation and dehydration. Just how far can the group last?
The Beginning; The Crash:
Edward had collected the last of the suitcases along with Jasper and Emmett, tossing them into the perimeter of the vans trunk. He watched as the ladies chattered in the front of the hotel doors, shaking his head slightly. How come it was always they who had to luggage everything from the 26th floor? He ran a hand through his tousled bronze mop of hair, striding over to Bella's side and taking her waist in his hands. Edward had invited her to come along with his twin and his eldest brother, and of course Jasper and Rosalie had been welcomed to come as well. She smiled up at him, a shy one at that, and he rested his fingers beneath her chin, raising it for a soft kiss.
He was 90% sure that his sister would be beaming right now, and when he had looked over, his educated guess had proven him wrong. She was with Jasper, him pressing her slightly to the black Mercedes door frame with his hands at her hips. Giving them privacy, he turned back to Bella; his only true love. "Did you enjoy your time here, love?" he had asked.
She nodded slightly, and lingering was the shy grin. "I did…Went by faster than I ever thought possible. Love the weather too" she added, gesturing to the comfortable heat that radiated from the sun.
"We'll need to come here more often" he said, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"How much more is often? It's a lot of money and…" she started, unable to finish her sentence. Alice had placed a hand on both of their shoulders unexpectedly.
"Alrighty you two love birds, mom said it's time to go. We don't want to keep the attendant waiting." She said with her eyebrows raised.
Edward looked at her and sighed, twining his fingers with Bellas and turning to face the two sets of cars-the van, and the Mercedes. "Which car are we riding in?"
"Jaspers" she said simply, spinning off and dancing to her boyfriend's side.
As he walked there, hand and hand with his mates, his gaze had found its way to the multi colored horizon. He admired Italy's clear sky, his thoughts wandering off to Forks. It was always raining there, much to his demise, and Edward remembered the exact thing he had said to Carlisle when his parents told them that they were moving there. "But dad, it's rainy there. We would be sad for the rest of our lives" He was only 9 then.
"It won't rain everyday Edward, besides; Daddy bought us a nice big house in the woods, with plenty of room in the backyard to play" Esme said, bending down and patting his cheek. That made him and Emmett smile, and of course, Alice huffed.
"What about the stores?"
Oh, Alice has always been the fashionista-even since the age of 9. She, he acknowledged, was the reason he had never wore the same outfit another day, and never ran out of one.
The leather seats indented only slightly when they had hopped in the backseat, the sun's rays beaming upon the black fabric and creating a hot temperature on the surface. Jasper placed the keys in ignition, almost immediately turning on the air conditioning to provide fresh and cool air in the expensive car inner. He sat alongside Bella, who was placed in the middle, and draped an arm around her shoulders; Edward was awe struck since day one at how well her body positioned into his. The simplest things he had always marveled, however, it was memorable. He supposed.
"Well I was hoping for a longer vacation" Alice sighed, leaning back in her seat with the cool air whisking upon her soothingly. She turned up the music, in which Edward liked to call "club music" even though it wasn't. He despised the type, but that was just him at times. Unlike any other, he was always the classical man, old fashioned and following what his grandparents had when they were younger. Even he didn't know why, it just naturally came to him.
"A month wasn't long?" Jasper asked with a chuckle, keeping his eyes on the road as he spoke.
"It was, but it went by to quick" she shrugged, and almost simultaneously, Edward watched the two put their hands in the middle, twining them together.
"Ha, I'm kind of happy to be going home though" he murmured after a while, shifting lanes and raising the speed they were going at, passing Carlisle on the way.
"Why?" Edward asked, butting in their conversation.
"I dunno, guess it's because I'm not used to the weather." He asked in more of a question than a statement. Bella rested her head on his chest, breathing steady and eyes closed as if she was going to fall asleep. He wouldn't mind it of course, if she were to fall asleep on him, he would gladly keep in the position he was in until she woke up.
"I like it here; it's actually nice to get some sun for once" Alice said, bringing her knees up on the chair to get comfortable.
"There's sun in Forks sometimes" Edward remarked at his twin, in which he received a giggle.
"Mmm…Behind the clouds short bus" she retorted with another giggle, Jasper chuckled.
"Well there's sun where my college is…" he said.
"Where's your college?" Edward asked, mildly curious. Alice murmured something inaudible, side glancing at Jasper as he spoke.
"California. I'm going next year though, when Alice is out of high school." He said, sighing briefly. "I'm getting my own apartment."
And with that, the car grew abnormally silent to his liking. Edward imagined what he would do when he got home, perhaps compose a new piece on the piano for Bella…the lullaby was getting old. But for now, he rested his cheek atop her head slightly, welcoming his tiredness as they drove to the airport.
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It wasn't long until they boarded the private plane that Carlisle had arranged, and once more, like the first day they had arrived, Edwards stomach churned uneasily. Since the world incident with 9/11 (R.I.P), he had developed the wimpy fear of flying. But, he supposed, it was better and more reassuring with Bella at his side. He gazed at the seats on the opposite of the isle, where Jasper and Alice sat. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, laughing occasionally with smiles upon both of their faces. Even with the back of Jasper's head to him, Edward could tell that he was grinning. It wasn't every day that he saw the two physical, and just watching it brought a small smirk upon his face. He truly believed that Jasper was good for his sister.
Of course, if he hurt her…He would rearrange his face.
If Emmett didn't get too it before him, that is.
He watched as Bella stared out the window-as she was the one sitting next to it-and curled his hands around hers, his pale skin almost blending with her own, warmth pulsing through the two of them. Edward leaned his head back against the cushion seating, closing his optics as the plane soared above the oceans blue water.
He couldn't say he hated the silence between him and Bella, for he was used to it. They spoke to each other, of course, but he couldn't deny that there weren't any silent moments that briefly passed between them.
There as a distant shake about 1 hour into the flight, which grew more present in strength wise. Edward leaned over in his seat, inspecting the reactions of his family and friends-each look that of panic. Before, he had just thought of it as they had hit the air current, and now, he knew different. Something…was wrong. He glanced at Bella, her hand gripping his until her knuckles paled as the shakes and rattles began to become more noticeable by the second. The flight attendant had fallen to an empty seat from the bump, the plate of food crumbling down and crashing to the floor. The pilot's voice sounded over the intercom "It appears we are having difficulties with the fuel engine. Please keep your seat belts secured and go into the emergency position to prevent injuries-see the back of the seat in front of you for instructions. Stay calm, we might be going down"
Edward's eyes widened to the size of saucers, and gasps had traveled around the area in fright. His stomach churned his chest and throat tightening as he halted his breathing. Jasper and Alice (the only two he can see at side glance) had followed the directions and hunched over with their hands on the back of their heads. Bella pulled at his arm, and he was aware of the tear marks down her face. "Shh…Love its alright-It's alright" he reassured quietly, his voice paused at each bump that occurred. She nodded, placing her forehead to her knees as he did.
The planes speed had increased at a ridiculous amount, he could feel it. His insides felt as if they were being pushed back, and it almost made him sick. No…this couldn't be happening.
He wasn't sure how long it took, albeit it felt like decades, but the pilot had finally came to the conclusion that they were going to crash-and it wouldn't be pretty. Pounding in his ear drums were the screams and shrieks of everyone present, terribly loud and seeming to take a higher octave above all the noise and as the plane continued to zoom and an alluring pace. Edward dared a look to the window, watching in horror as a lush appearing beach grew closer into his view.
And then the plane had crashed, no explosion, yet it had felt like an earthquake beneath his feet. His head slammed into the seat in front of him…and all was silent.
Hrm…Any good for a starter? This took me a while…I kept getting distracted. So the last few paragraphs were pretty much, crap. Acceptation