A/N - Hi! This is my first every fanfic, please tell me if you like it or you don't. R&R, if you do review (pretty please do!) I may be able to give you a part in the story, so just tell me what you want to be called and I will try to fit you in! Have fun! Disclaimer:I don't own Twilight or any of its characters or plot lines, But I do own my own plot and characters, so please don't steal them!
Chapter One - Journey
I leaned my head against my pillow and tried to drift off. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on the darkness, turning the distracting noises around me into a meaningless blur of sounds. A loud giggle shattered my attempt at sleep. I opened one eye to survey the hilarity that had stopped me sleeping, if I didn't find it funny, they would seriously pay.
A camera was poised inches from face. My friend, Sammy had the camera in her hand, finger on the "capture" button. I glared at her. She smiled guiltily at me.
"Sorry, Natalie." She gave me an apologetic look that I didn't believe for one second. If she regretted it then why was she grinning like a Cheshire cat? The smug expression instantly got my back up, this child was going to pay.
"Sure. Can I have my camera back now, please."
Her eyes suddenly became too panicked for comfort; it was obvious she had taken quite a few pictures of me "sleeping". I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at her. And settled for smiling angelically and holding out my hand. She reluctantly handed me my camera back, after turning it off. I was sure that she knew how suspicious her actions were. I turned the camera over in my hands, playing with her just a little, enjoying her fearful expression.
Then I smiled at her and put it back my bag, whilst I was in there I grabbed my mp3 player and turned it on. I flicked down the list of artists to one of the heavier bands and turned up the volume. I mouthed the words along with the lead singer, enjoying the music and resisting the urge to sing and start playing air guitar. I satisfied myself by tapping my fingers in time to the song.
After listening through to about ten different songs almost everyone on the coach was asleep, and the ones who weren't were talking in hushed tones. I looked around, surveying the sleepers and found I was not the only one awake. The boy sitting diagonally across from me was looking around with headphones in his ears. He saw me watching him with a grin on my face and looked a little confused, until he realised why I was smiling. A smile stretched across his face when he caught on. We looked like mirror images. Our posture was even the same, both hunched over, hugging our knees. I could not see what my expression had been but I'd bet mine had been close to his bored-out-of-my-mind one. I stuffed my hand over my mouth to stop the laughter only to see him do the same.
Sammy looked up to see what the commotion was all about, she spied me and him grinning at each other and nudged me. The boy turned away and dropped his eyes immediately, obviously embarrassed with the attention. Sammy studied him speculatively, and then noticing his attractiveness and the empty seat next to him she shot me a pleading look. I nodded and she squealed, quietly, then threw her arms around me. I smiled. She turned to the boy and started to talk to him in a whisper. Asking very innocently if she could by any chance since by him, because she didn't want to disturb my sleep. I very much doubt he believed her, but Sammy fluttered her eyelashes and he gave in. Pretending that he minded – it was rather cute, actually. She giggled and hopped over to the empty seat, after shooting me the most devilish look she could muster.
I stared dejectedly out the window into the endless night. Blurring the shapes of houses, trees and road into one continuous smudge of black green. I became immediately bored, and gave up. I settled for watching the passing Italian countryside instead, searching the night for landmarks I recognised or could at least be interested in. Needless to say it was impossible to see ten metres parallel to our coach, the search was fruitless. I sighed and turned to my bag again, pulling out my book and a small reading light, turning my attention to Harry Potter and his latest quest, which I had read before, but was reading again for the fun of it. The story eventually captured my interest and I found myself reading the pages eagerly, I stopped when a huge yawn broke my concentration. I found my eyelids drooping, heavy with need of sleep. I placed all my belongings in my bag and took out my pillow. I made sure to hide my camera very well this time. Then I leaned my pillow against the window and then my head against the pillow and shut my eyes.
I slipped into unconsciousness, and sank into dreams that made no sense. Beautiful creatures with flawless white skin and blood dripping from their eyes and mouths slunk around in dark shadows. Then screams, terrible and loud, cutting into my thoughts with no escape. Suddenly I was running. I wasn't sure were to go or why I was but it was taking me away from the screams, and I was happy to comply with any plan that got me away from those sounds. But I couldn't run fast enough, the creatures that closed in behind me inched ever nearer. They made no sound as they ran. Then I fell, deep and further into enclosing darkness, screaming as I hurtled into the night.
Yet this dream was no nightmare. What happened next changed it inexplicably, for the person did not belong to such a nightmare, his pure perfection was angelic, like a vision of the angel Gabriel himself. His instant appearance reassured me, The world was filled with a bright light. Then he walked into the light, scattering the demons of my dark dreams. I gasped.
His skin sparkled like crystal caught in sunlight. His whole body was lit up in the glittering light that danced as he moved, so gracefully, towards me. I was mesmerised by the total beauty of the creature walking, half dancing, towards me. I felt so safe, all traces of the demonic blood monsters before wiped clean from my mind. My imagination refused to see anything but his pure perfection. He was close now, stopping mere inches away from me. The angel smiled so wonderfully at me, an expression of extreme joy, and held out his hand. I placed my hand in his; looking up at him and beaming back.
Then I woke up.