.oO Plane Home Oo.

I hated the way planes felt. It felt like I was doing nothing, and it wasn't until the plane landed, was I assured the trip was worth it. I wasn't as fast as my parent, but I still would have preferred running.

"Just like your mother."

My head snapped up and I looked at my father. He was a beautiful man- or boy depending on how old you were. I hated it when he read my mine. He pressed his lips together and turned to the beautiful women beside him.

"Your daughter is in one of her moods." He whispered low, trying to keep it even from me. He knew it would fail.

"She's a teenager, what do you expect?" My mom twisted in her seat so gracefully and stared at me from between seats.

"Do you want me to cover you sweet heart?" I nodded a quick yes, and I heard the tense grip my father had on the armrests. He hated it, absolutely loathed when he was not allowed to read our minds. But I hated that he could read mine. My thoughts were gifts I gave, and he took them greedily, without even trying.

I heard as his stand relaxed, but the absence of words led me to believe my mother had traded my thoughts for hers. I wanted to get away, I wanted to not have to care about him stealing my thoughts, or relying on my mother to protect me.

I leaned the seat back and concentrated on the quiet roar of the engines. It has been too long. I missed his face. I didn't understand why my parents took me away, or rather, why he couldn't come along.

I had traveled the world, seen so many people, lived so many cultures. I could perform a Bhangara dance better than any Punjabi male, I could sing a traditional gagaku song better than any living Japanese person. I smirked.

But of course I had learned from the original punjabi performer, I was taught by the eldest of the vampires, the most revered. And as much as I had learned as much as I had fun and loved seeing all my old friends, I still missed him.

Constantly I thought of him, never truly forgetting him not even for a moment. I missed his face, his warmth. I even missed his blood. I licked my lips.

I was grown now, I was finally in the a same state my parents were. Though I was not like them, I was not part of their race. As much as the members of their species loved and adored me, I was not really, truly, one of them.

I was not human, I was not vampire, I was something mixed and rare.

I looked out my window to see the startling blue ocean below me, the calm waves almost a perfect mirror of the black sky.

We were almost home, almost. I would see grandpa Charlie. Renee was suppose to be there too. But I couldn't wait until after the formalities. I had seen grandpa and grandma. Charlie had joined us in London, in Australia and even briefly while we were in India. Renee was more adventurous, she had come to Africa, China and Peru. I had seen them, I hadn't been away from them for as long as I had been from him.

There was a soft crack in the air.

"This is your pilot speaking, we are about thirty minutes from landing in Port Angeles. Local time is ten past eight and its currently a clear sky, temperature at forty degrees. I hope you enjoyed you flight and thank you for choosing to travel with us."

I relaxed. Thirty minutes. Then it would be baggage claim, damn all those souvenirs we bought. Then car and then drive. Oh, I hope we had a fast enough car. Good thing my family likes fast.

Story is a continuation of Lady of Gryphons and Dragons' story Please, Bella?

The updates will be short, and I will combine chapters as I see fit. Thanks to her for letting me pick up the story. I will keep this in Nessie's POV. I don't know where the story is going to go, I have nothing planned out other than putting strain on Nessie and Jake's relationship. Suggetions, comments, general reviews are welcomed.

I know this story will probably feature adult themes, there for the T rating is tentative.

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