First fanfic ever. lol

Chapter 1

España is Real

There I stood, one heavy bag over my right shoulder, another, smaller but roll able one in my left hand while my mother stood on tip toes to look out at the tarmac through the large window.

"Ready Bella?"

I started at first but quickly looked over my shoulder at Phil's face, his grin wide with Homey affection.

"As I'll ever be," I choked out as my mother grabbed the strap of my bag and drug me. She tutted to herself like a mother hen as she led the way down the air-conditioned hall of the airport—maybe she was a mother hen. Her in front, me in the middle, with Phil taking up the back end like some sort of bodyguard.

You are all probably curious what I am doing in an airport, standing between the two parental figures I haven't seen in almost a full two years.

Well, my mother has these tickets. Actually, Phil bought them as a gift for my mom and me for my wedding. A little family bonding time with Mother-dearest (Phil just happened to be coming along for the ride) before the big day when I strode down the aisle to greet Edward.

The sooner…the better.

But, here I was, now, staring at a smiling face I didn't know as she checked out tickets and gave us out seat number reminders. "Second class, row 3, 1 2 & 3", she chirped at my mother and me. She must really like her job.

Or maybe they give her medication.

I just smiled back at her.

I could feel my face melting.

"Flight Number 42 to Spain is now boarding. All passengers please report to tarmac 2. Thank you", echoed over the intercom. I winced. I could really use a little bit of Vampire love about now, especially with the glaring light of the California sun blinding me through the blind-less windows.

"Come on sweetie, we best get our seats before the others start piling in," my mother said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face and then spinning on her heels through the door.

I followed her obediently but had a deep urge to run back. It was too late though, Phil was there and the line was getting longer.

Were they all going to Spain?

Was Madrid really that important?

I just gaped at them, staring at men in suit and tie, women in dresses that were more expensive then my entire wardrobe. Alice would love it here. All of them had such taste.

It made me want to puke.

Must make note to self: when plane lands, call Edward. See if he can save me.

I wrung my hands together then, realizing I had lost everything except my carry-on. In my absentmindedness I had dropped them somewhere. Worry grabbed a hold of me and shook my insides but Phil saw my worry and laughed.

"Bella, they are being loaded down below. I took them from you when you set them down and put them on the conveyer belt. Calm down." He definitly didn't see my urge to hit him. I just glared.

I was relieved though.

Sighing, I grabbed my carry-on and held it tightly as I bounded up to catch my mother who was now behind a group of older women who were being ushered in the plane door. "Ready?" This must have been the 7th time I had been asked this question in a day.

I rolled my eyes and nodded.

My mother didn't see it.

I walked in the door and was greeted by a less friendly patron who moved everyone along like cattle to the slaughter. Maybe it was just me.

Mumbling, I sat down in my seat by the window as Phil and my mother settled in for the flight. I couldn't bare to stand this anymore yet here I was, longing to be back in Forks where the clouds seemed more friendly and open to me then the smiling faces of the sun kissed flight attendants in the plane.

Taking a deep breath through my nose and out my mouth, I decided I would sleep through the whole trip. Making sure I was buckled in and everything was right, I leaned my head against the window and zoned out, watching the tiny men load the large air-liner below using a conveyer belt.

I wandered where my stuff was on that thing.

I hoped they didn't drop anything.

Closing my eyes, it seemed like forever while everyone got on. My mother chatted happily with a few other women across the aisle while Phil ate peanuts and looked at a sports magazine. Yep, keep busy guys.

Basically though, that was all I could remember as shortly after the flight attendants talked about safety, the captain told everyone to have a great flight over the speakers, and the plane had taken off, I had fallen into a coma like sleep.

Or at least that was what my mom and Phil had said as I strode through Madrid's airport my vision blurred. So many different people, all of them speaking different languages, buzzed around me as my mother dug through her bag for her translation book. Oh lord, we were tourists.

And that was when I saw them: A girl, about 18, standing next to an older man, watching me through black, black eyes that I recognized. My hands gripped into fists around my bags strap as they continued to stare. The man smiled wearily while the girl glared, her body stiff. They looked very pale for living in Spain.

I knew what they were…but they gave me a pretty bad feeling…

Like a snake in my stomach.

"Coming' Hun?"

I started and realized my mom was talking to me. I was glad too. I nodded and followed her and Phil in silence.

I looked over my shoulder and both of the vampires had disappeared.

But for how long, I didn't know…

I seemed to attract things like this and they usually got worse before they got better.

If only I knew how true that statement was….

this is a little different for me. Review if you can