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CHAPTER THREE : JEROME
BELLAS POV
"Hello, my name is insert name here and I would love to help you find a ticket to insert place here. Would that be first or second class? While smiling say we recommend first class." The overly perky ticket counter guy read off a small card,
"I don't care where I go, just get me out of this country . . . make that continent! " I said impatiently, I tapped my foot just to show him how impatient I was. He handed me a ticket. I looked at the big black numbers that were printed on the front 472 (AN: that is the page in Twilight that the lion and lamb quote is on (Page 472 paragraph 4)). I walked at human speed to my waiting place. I didn't have any luggage because I didn't really have time to pack, under the um . . . circumstances.
I finally got to 472 and I sat down on one of those uncomfortable blue, plastic chairs. I looked at my ticket for the first time and saw that I was going to . . . Paris?!? Oh, great! The city of love. Fantastic! Just then a redheaded boy about eighteen years old sat next to me. I didn't look at him but I could tell that he had bright red hair, not like Edwards beautiful brozeish copper color.
" 'ello, I noteezed zat you are alone, I waz just wondering if you need assistance?" he said in a heavy French accent. I still wasn't looking at him, just at the floor,
"Thanks but I think that I can walk down an airport hallway thingy by myself," I said, and for the first time I looked at him, I drew in a breath. He was pale and perfect, from his perfect face to his perfect muscles to his perfect pearly white smile. He was like me, a vampire. He smiled and leaned in so close that only I could hear and said,
"You're just like me, we're both . . . diffrent . . . we're both sang buveur," he said, I racked my brains for the eight years of French I took. Oh, yeah, it means blood . . . um . . . oh, right, right, it means blood drinker. I nodded and said,
"So we are, but I'd rather you leave me alone please, I'm a little . . . preoccupied right now,"
"Of course, but I must insist zat you let me buy you a room at Napoleon 'otel, zee finest 'otel in Paris!" he said, waving his hands enthusiastically. I sighed and then nodded. I noticed that he was looking at me funny,
"What?" I demanded,
" 'ow are you doing zat?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice,
"Doing what?" I asked puzzled,
"Blocking me? My geeft iz making people feel what I vant dem to feel, by playing with zeir mind. It'z 'ard to explain, but I kind of am able to get inside peoples 'ead and make zem feel 'appy or sad or angry, anything I want." He said. Kind of like Jasper and Edwards gifts combined.
"My gift is keeping people out of my mind, and I also have incredible self control over my thirst," I said, kind of smugly. I was gloating, I don't know why but it felt like I was flirting. I noticed I was twirling my hair, I pulled my hand down faster than a human wouldn't have been able to see.
"ALL FIRST CLASS RIDERS PLEASE TAKE YOUR SEATS," said a voice over the airport intercom. I stood up, so did the French git next to me. Damn!
"I never gave you my name," he said, " it's Jerome, it means holy name," said Jerome. I smiled as I tried the name out,
"Well, hello Jerome, my name is Isabella, but I like Bella," I said holding put my hand. I decided I liked Jerome, I wanted to start our hello over. Jerome grasped my hand and shook it, then, side by side, we walked to our seats, which were coincidentally right next to each other.
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