Ok, this is from Victoria's POV when she is running from Edward and she is on a plane.
Damn, why do these people have to smell so… so… good? I can't kill them. There are too many and who would land the plane?
Damn little boy, get off me! Why does he keep falling asleep on me? Surely even a small, frail, human child's subconscious can tell who is a threat? I mean he seemed scared of me when he was awake. But now, he is so close to me, so close to danger, I can feel and hear his pulse, I can practically see the blood pulsing underneath his skin. I wonder how he would taste. NO NO NO NO NO, I mustn't think like that, not if I want to make it through a whole plane flight, but what can I do to distract myself?
