Author's Note: Yeah, this is in Jane's POV, and I'm sorry if everybody seems OOC to you :( Also the title is Being Jane because there's a movie called Becoming Jane about Jane Austen and also my friend's story is called Winning Jane. Check it out :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Stephenie Meyer does.
It was a long way home to Italy from the Olympic Peninsula. Even though I reached higher speeds walking than was thought capable of a human, my mind was faster than most mortal's minds, too. In other words - this vampire had a lot of time to do nothing but walk, think, and occasionally breathe if I was really bored.
I felt a nudge on my shoulder and turned to see that my twin, Alec, had a grim expression on his pale face. Of course, like me, he was hoping for some action in the battle grounds we were heading away from.
If it weren't for that brat Bella, I would be spending my time celebrating our control over the Olympic coven rather than sulking and wishing her dead. Her stupid mind could apparently stretch and hold others in it so that we could play no mind tricks on them. I was still sore from trying to knock out the members of her family, even though I knew it was useless. I just wanted to hurt them so much…
Oh well, that's all over now. My supernatural talent had the power to make people feel pain in their minds- no physical harm done- so I didn't stand a chance at hurting them like I wanted to, no matter how hard I tried.
I rubbed at my temples as Alec murmured, "Wow, I never thought I would see the day when the Volturi surrendered." I didn't tell my head to, but I found myself nodding in agreement. It wasn't like the Volturi, the royal throne I guarded, had ever backed down from a challenge before. Of course, this was different than most wars since we've never been at a disadvantage.
I pulled my hands away from my head and took deep breaths. With all the pain and sorrow draining away from me, I could be a normal pers- vampire. However you could be normal being a freak I'll never know, but war-like was not in my description. In truth, I was normally a fun-loving, carefree immortal.
I suddenly lost all desire to kill my enemies (hint hint on enemies, nothing about allies) and turned to Alec to grin. We were at the airport. Most people think we wouldn't need to ride an airplane to get anywhere, but honestly we're not Jesus. We can't walk on water and we don't have wings so how are we supposed to get anywhere over seas? I guess swimming, but I really cannot stand big bodies of water. It's a childhood fear that I've never been able to get over.
The ancient, Aro, quickly and smoothly got us on the next flight to Italy and sooner than I would've expected (since let's face it - humans were the ones piloting) we were in the air. The only reason I know this is because Demetri sat beside me and declared when we were high enough to tell. Otherwise I wouldn't have noticed. I was too busy staring at the guy on the other side of me, Felix. He was so gorgeous. Beautiful. Perfect. I'm not saying that none of the other vampires were, but when it came to the nitty-gritty, Felix's tall height and vast array of muscles drew me in. Height was always a biggy (pun not intended) for me since I was so short. I loved tall guys. Tall dark and handsome was my type, what more could I say? Minus the dark part since our skin is so pale, he was my perfect dream guy.
It was so obvious my crush on Felix, but I guess he chose to ignore it because I've never known a vampire to be oblivious to something even squirrels could probably tell. On the other hand, Demetri came full out to me about my crush.
"You know he doesn't like you, so why do you even try?" he blurted out. I could hear Alec in the seat behind me laughing his head off. Oh joy, another bombardment from Mr. Annoying- and I don't mean Alec.
"You know I don't like you, so why do you even try?" I counteracted, battle mode quickly returning.
"Ah, but you will some day," he said, his voice loud enough for everybody in the first class section to hear.
"Maybe in your dreams," I flung back.
Seeing his opportunity to be perverted, he took it. "Look, I'm just saying that when you get rejected, you can have my shoulder to cry on. Heck you can have any part of me you like!"
"That's it!" I shrieked, summoning my power to hurt him. I concentrated so hard on just the wanting to cause him pain, that I think I hit him a little too hard. He cried in agony and would've fallen to the floor if he didn't have his seatbelt on.
"You are such a perv!" I screamed. Almost at the moment I said it, I regretted it. All the humans were staring at me, wondering how I could cause so much pain to this guy when nobody even saw me move. I smiled sheepishly and I'm sure that my face would be a bright red color if there were any blood left in me.
From across the aisle I could hear Aro say, "I knew it wasn't a good idea to put them together." I tried to ignore them the best I could and never turned around to see their physiognomy, no matter how tempting it was.
Now that Demetri's head was between his knees, I could see out the window. I looked at the clouds, imagining I saw shapes such as flowers, an anvil, a pair of shoes, and a bird. After a while of that, I got bored. I didn't know how some vampires counted by decades, I could barely last minutes.
All of a sudden the plane made a sharp turn and Demetri's head landed in my lap. Oh joy, just what I needed. That was sarcasm, for those of you who can't tell. I'm not the best person for sarcasm. So anyway, I stared at him for a few minutes, trying to determine if he was conscious or not, or at least that was the reason I told myself. After determining him conscious, I tried to shove his head off me, but it felt as hard as bricks, especially after draining my energy knocking him out. I couldn't help but curse that he was such a strong fighter and wouldn't quit. No matter what.
I turned my head around to see Alec googly-eyed over that Renata girl. She and I both worked to help Aro specifically, but we weren't that close. I couldn't even tell you what her favorite color was. "Alec, can you please do something to get him off me?" I pleaded.
"But why? You guys look so good together." he responded just to irk me. Obviously nobody was going to help me if my brother wouldn't. I stuck my tongue out at him and he copied, doing the same thing. It's something we've done since we were toddlers. How I miss the old days where fairytales stayed on the page and nightmares stayed in my dreams.
I was disrupted from this thought when I felt a slight movement on my thigh. It was the tiniest move anybody could ever make, but that one turn of the corner of his mouth into a smile killed me knowing that I couldn't get his freaking head off of me.
This plane ride wasn't very fun. At least, not for me. At that moment the flight attendant passed by, trying to serve champagne to all the adults in the first class section. Since I was only a teenager when I became immortal, I wasn't offered any. But Felix was. He gently declined and I was offered some soda. I accepted, a plan forming.
A long minute later, the attendant passed the coke over to me and after she left I dumped the coke into Demetri's mouth. He straightened up right away and spit it out all over me.
"Ewwww!" we both cried simultaneously. He because human food (or in this case drink) tastes like dirt, and I because now I had Demetri germs all over me. And coke, which I might add is a very sticky substance.
"What is that crap?" he asked as I unbuckled the seatbelt to get to the bathroom and wash the coke/spit substance off me.
"Coke," was the one word response I gave as I put on a disgusted look and opened the bathroom door. With an extra strong nose, the bathroom smelled extra stinky. I'm not even going to say how bad it smelled because I can't find a word in my vocabulary to describe it. Luckily, vampires don't have to breathe so I wouldn't have to smell it if I didn't breathe.
With that problem solved, I stared in the mirror at the huge wet spot on my jeans. It looked like I had an accident from the place where it was. I stuck my tongue out the side of my mouth and got started at cleaning. I wet one of those cheap looking brown paper towels and started scraping it at the wet spot, making it even more wet. Drying it didn't work so well, but at least I wasn't sticky anymore.
Just then I heard someone knock on the door. "Just a minute!" I called. After all, it was probably some human wanting a rest break.
"It's me," the someone called and I instinctively recognized it as Felix. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Demetri can be a handful sometimes," he called through the door. My heart leapt, at least I hope so because I know I felt something in that area. 'Why would he come and help me?' I asked myself. "So, do you need anything? I could get you one of those robe things from Aro." he concluded.
"No, it's all good. It's just a pair of jeans. I'd rather have people see me with a wet spot than a ridiculous costume that makes me look like I'm from Harry Potter."
But do you know what was strange? I could imagine what Demetri would say if he were in Felix's position at that moment, and I did imagine it. Something along the lines of, "So, do you want any help? I could personally take your pants off and wash them for you.", which would be sweet if it were my shoes or something, but no matter how polite he seems, he shows me another side of him. The perverted side.
I heard footsteps and assumed Felix walked away as I resumed the dreadful task of drying my jeans all the while thinking about what Demetri would be doing if he were in here.