First things first… No I do not own these amazing characters. They are simply Stephanie Meyer's voodoo dolls to which I can manipulate and torture. Muahaha.

Have you ever had a best friend that you could share your soul with, all of your dreams, aspirations and goals? Well that was Bella and Alice's relationship. The best of friends… until their trip to New York City…

Haunted (BPOV)

Chapter One~ The flight of the Pheonix's

"Come on mom we have to go! Our plane is leaving in like ten minutes and it's on the other side of the airport! I'll miss you too." I said ripping my now slobbery cheek away from my piranha of a mother. She stared back at me with glossy pink eyes and nodded with a small sad smile. I couldn't help but smile back; I wasn't a complete brat of a daughter.

Alice, my best friend and some day is destined to be my sister, was already practically jogging down the airport terminal towards our flight. I kissed my little brother Jasper on the cheek and my mom once more and winked at them both following after the little pixie. "I love you guys! See you in two weeks!"

Once we got to the gate we practically had to beg the person at the door to let us through but after much persuasion from a very adorable Alice, we got on the dastardly plane.

The first offence the plane dealt was that we were on opposite sides of the plane. I sighed walking past her row 6A seat all the way back to 19D. Of course with my luck I would be at the very back of the plane. I sighed when I finally reached the back of the plane bumping into legs, arms, bags and other various objects strewn along the aisle. There was someone sitting in 19C so of course, I had to inconvenience this stranger. "Excuse me, I'm 19D. Sorry, my parents weren't letting me leave and I had to run…"I could tell this stranger was tired of my blabbering already so I decided to cut myself off while he got up and I squeezed by sitting in my window seat. The man on the other side of me was sliding through messages quickly, almost angrily. I signed pulling out my book I brought along. I began reading "The Book Thief" By Markus Zuzak. The man next to me began laughing and I looked at him curiously, obviously something was funny somewhere. He was staring at my book.

"Is there something wrong with my book?" I asked looking at him irritated.

He shook his head still chuckling. "No, not at all." He said and pulled a book out of his bag that I recognized immediately as the same book. What a coincidence!

I smiled a little and turned my head back into my book letting my brown locks shield my face from his.

"So what page are you on? I just started a few days ago and she just got to the Huberman house. What do you think about it so far? I never watched the movie but I've heard really good things." He said it all in such a rush that it was a little hard to keep up I smiled and gently brushed my hair away from my face looking him in the eyes for the first time. Well he was mighty gorgeous if I do say so myself. Probably mid 20's the most shocking green eyes I had ever seen. My voice was caught in my throat for a moment before it finally found it's way out.

"I started this morning on the car ride to the airport, but I'm about half way through. I like it a lot actually. Knowing what the real story is about and picking up pieces of things that you never thought about or just what feels like real life experiences is really moving and inspirational." I said, also a bit rushed, none of my friends were really into reading so I never really got the opportunity to talk about things I was reading.

As I spoke this man's face seemed to light up with every syllable expressed. I didn't realize that he could get more attractive but the excited light in his eye was something I had never seen on any other man before. It was almost a child like excitement and it was breathtaking. Of course his emerald eyes only helped his cause.

He was already nodding by the time I finished and looked a bit impressed. Maybe he thought that I was just some teenage girl that was given the book for Christmas and it was the only thing I could find to make the time go by faster, little did he know that I practically lived in a library with more books than I could even think about reading, but could definitely attempt.

"I agree… and I just started! But I've read a lot of reviews about it and even the movie reviews. It seemed like the story has such a large impact on so many people, I had to see what all the fuss was about." He laughed a bit at the end and those eyes never seemed to stop sparkling. Gosh was it getting hot in here?

I nodded to his assessment and we talked for the rest of the 5 and a half our flight, mostly about books but also new movies. He really took a liking to The Great Gatsby, which he was offended I had not seen yet. Apparently the symbolism in the color yellow was remarkable. The color yellow stands for sickness and if you pay close attention almost everything of value, including his house and car are the color yellow. Take with that what you will…

When we landed we were the last two on the plane and I hadn't even opened my book again since the beginning of the flight. We sluggishly packed our belongings away and began the trek down the aisle. Alice was waiting right outside the plane terminal nearly exploding with excitement; it took me a moment to realize that she was actually jumping up and down.

The man laughed a little when he saw her and turned back to me reaching out his hand taking mine placing a light kiss on the top. I blushed a vivid red. He stood back up and nodded to me. "It was a pleasure Ms. Bennett." I laughed as he turned around and walked towards baggage claim. We hadn't told each other our names for some weird reason but we spent nearly an hour and a half talking about Pride and Prejudice and what a misunderstood character Elizabeth's father was. We both agreed that he was our favourite character. Some how I guess I will probably always remember him as Mr. Darcy, as I said on a few occasions during our conversation.

Alice looked at me with the most dumbfounded expression. I shrugged and we began walking to baggage claim also.

"Oh that's from that stupid romance sappy movie you tried to make me watch that one time… ew. So who was he?" She asked clearly more interested about the man that our conversation. I smiled again before I spoke.

"Why Mr. Darcy of course." I winked and scooped up her three bags for her, which were the obvious florescent pink ones and waited for my maroon duffels to come along. Once we received our bags we headed to the pickup station to wait for a cab.

Alice started a long explanation about the person sitting next to her and how she was the most obnoxious chewer and something like that but somehow I could not get Mr. Darcy out of my head… This was going to be a long trip.