Yay! Someone reviewed! It makes me happy... Anyway. Part two. Hope you like it! Let me know if you do! XRach

A terrible though occurred to me. What if she wasn't alive?

NO. I couldn't, I WOULDN'T let myself think that way. If she was alive, I would do everything in my power to keep it that way. If she wasn't, I would end my life soon enough. I wasn't going to give up on her. Not yet.

For a few seconds, I could do nothing but stand and stare at the now blank T.V, whishing to god that I was still human so that I could wake up from this dream. Unfortunately I wasn't dreaming. I was very much awake and this situation was very real.

"Great," Muttered a voice from across the room, "We're being dragged cross-continent for some stupid human."

My head snapped up.

"Rosalie…" Chided my mother. She'd barely pronounced the last syllable when I'd pinned my 'beloved' sister to the wall, my hands wrapped around her throat. Emmet was at my side instantly, his eyes dark with an angry warning. 'Don't you dare.' He thought. I ignored him.

"I'm sorry, bitch, I didn't quite hear you." I cocked my head to one side, daring her to test me. Rosalie sneered.

"I called it some stupid human, once again she's got herself in danger. I don't see why you don't just leave her to rot," In one swift movement, I lifted Rosalie off the ground and flung her into the far wall, smashing the flat screen T.V that was mounted on it. I could barely take another breath before Emmet had me pinned to the ground, snarling in my ear.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carlisle come flying back down the staircase.

"Jasper?" He said calmly. Jasper appeared at the top of the staircase, his expression as cautious as ever. A wave of tranquility washed over us and I felt Emmets grip on me loosen. He stood up. I sat up, bringing my knees into my chest and resting my hands on my head.

"Fighting won't solve anything. You know that boys," Carlisle frowned and turned to Rosalie, "As for you, Bella is as much part of this family as you or I. I have told you that dozens of times. When are you going to get it?" Rosalie wouldn't make eye contact with him.

"As long as her heart is still beating, she can never be a part of this family." She left the room, gracefully as ever, Emmet in tow. I gave a low growl. Carlisle turned back to me, his gaze sympathetic.

I know this Is difficult for you, but you need to stay calm. For yourself as well as Bella.

My own frown deepened, but I nodded, trying to shake away my terror induced stupidity.

"Alice?" I asked weakly.

"Mhm?" She replied, preoccupied with gathering the various travel documents.

"Are we really going to fly directly into the middle of the danger zone? I mean, I know we'd probably be fine, but surely they aren't still letting people…" I trailed of.

She shook her head, "No. We're flying to east Russia" I frowned again. Russia?

"We're swimming the rest of the way across the north pacific ocean." Ah. Swimming. At least I would have less time to brood on what awaited me in Forks.

I heard an exasperated groan from outside and couldn't help but feel smug that Rosalie was pissed off. Serves her right, bloody blonde.

The drive to the airport was a short one. We'd each taken our own cars, knowing that there was a high chance that we'd probably never see them again. I tried my best to divert my mind from the true horror I was feeling by occupying myself with pointless tasks, like counting the clouds in the sky, the people of the road or the leaves on trees. Unfortunately, being a vampire significantly increases the amount of room in my brain to think. Such mundane tasks could never hold all of my attention and my mind began to wander after a few minutes.

The same questions kept replaying over and over in my mind. Was she alive? Was she injured? Or worse… had she become one of them?

The news report from earlier had explained that the dead were suddenly becoming reanimated and attacking anything they could get their hands on. Those that they killed would wake up and continue the killing cycle. Apparently the only way to destroy them was to rip them to shreds. God. It sounded like some cheesy horror film.

We pulled into the airport and flaunted our frequent flier privileges to board the plane in under 30 minutes. I settled into my seat looking as calm as anyone ever could be. Inside, I was on fire.

Eventually, i managed to detach myself from reality and completely zoned out. I closed my eyes, hoping that it looked like i was sleeping. Hours later, I was ripped from my stupor by terrified thoughts coming from the front of the plane. A glance at the overhead map told me that we were scheduled to arrive in 15 minutes.

Oh god! Joey? Joey whats wrong?

The thoughts were from the co-pilot. In his mind he held the image of his co worker, the main pilot. the man looked positively white. Almost as pale as me. The co-pilot reached out to check for a pulse and shrieked when he found non. Suddenly the pilots eyes snapped open. They were jet black.

I quickly scanned the thoughts of my family, just in time to catch Alice's vision. The plane was going to crash. Withought a doubt. I gave her a meaningful stare. Yes, i'll stay here with the family. I stood up and walked, a little too quickly, towards the cockpit. Behind me i heard Alice spinning my family some tale about me wanting to compliment the pilot on his excellent flying skills.

"Excuse me sir!" Called a female flight attendant from behind me, "You can't go in there! I'm going to have to ask you to return to your seat." I smiled politely at her, but pushed the door open anyway, closing and locking it quickly behind me.

The scene that awaited me was utterly horrific. Leaning over his co-worker and (ex)bestfriend was Mr. Joseph Bagnall, pilot of 15 years, loving husband and father of 3. His eyes were jet black. Empty. His face now coated with blood and in his left hand, he gripped the head of the co-pilot by the hair. What was left of the co-pilot was smeared across all four walls of the cock pit. The scent of the blood burned my nostrils and throat, but i fought to control the monster within me. I had to get the plane back on track... there were oer 400 hundred people on this plane, all of which where currently oblivious to the fact that they were plunging to their deaths.

I took a deep breath, and held it. Joey looked up, a gormless expression adorning his face. He began to amble, quickly (for a half-dead-human-zombie) towards me, arms out stretched in my direction. I swear, the scene couldn't have been more cliche if he'd been moaning 'Brains, Brains' under his breath. If it wasn't entirely authentic, it would have been pathetic. In one fluid move ment, i grabbed hold of he ex-pilot's throat and pulled. Blood spurted around me. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. It didn't work.

Flashing red lights and the sound of chaos outside the cockpit doors immediamtely reminded me of the task at hand and informed me that the passengers where no longer quite so oblivious. I reached for the joystick, hoping to pull the plane back onto course and land it succecfully. Where was they joystick? Shit. I looked around. Oh. I'd found it. Between the co-pilot's eyes. Wonderful.

I sat back and pinched the bridge of my nose as the plane and it's 414 passengers continued to plummet to their ends.

Oh dear... I feel like this chapter moves too fast... Gahh!

Like i said, lemme know what you think! And if i don't see you before the 25th, merry christmas!

X Rach