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And thanks so much for sticking to me even through all of my verb tense issues! Sometimes it seems like I'm writing in the present tense, then I suddenly switches to past tense. I know that it get SOOO annoying. I'm sorry!
"Can I ask you a huge favor please?" I asked my dad. We were in the car, driving to the airport. When I asked this, I was fiddling my hands in my lap.
"S-sure," Charlie stuttered.
"While I'm gone, can you please, please promise me that you won't call me? I'll be sure to call you everyday to let you know that I'm all right. But please, I'm begging you, please don't call me or call Renée," I begged. I didn't want to risk having Charlie call Renée and her telling him that I was never with her.
"May I ask why?" Charlie asked. I froze in shock.
"Ummm… you know, I just want some time alone, to think about… things. And if you call, it would just ruin my time there. Please, let me relax," I begged.
"Fine," Charlie gave in unwillingly. "I promise I won't call you or Renée. But, if I don't hear from you in more than forty-eight hours, I'm calling!" Charlie warned. I guess I could live with that. As long as I don't forget to call him, I'll be fine.
The rest of the car ride was silent. I just gazed out my window as I watched everything pass by. The last time I had been in Charlie's cruiser on this very road, I was headed the other way to the house. That was almost just over one year ago. The time seemed to have passed very quickly while I was with Edward, but I gained that time back once he left. But I knew that I wouldn't be away from him much longer.
When we reached he airport, Charlie got my suitcase out of the trunk and I swung my small backpack over my shoulder. I gave Charlie a good, long hug and he kissed me on my forehead.
"Take care of yourself, Bella."
"I will as long as you don't call," I warned. "If I get a call from you, I might just go scooping out a cliff to jump off," I joked. Charlie chuckled a bit. He was completely unaware of my attempt to jump off the cliff.
I put my hand firmly on the suitcase handle and started to walk toward the airport doors. I took one last glance over my shoulder at Charlie; I shot him a final smile and continued my way inside the terminal.
I checked in, went through security and went to wait for the plane at the gate. I checked the plane status and it told me that I was delayed an hour due to technical issues. Seeing as I had gotten to the airport early as I was, I had lots of time to kill. I went to the bookstore but nothing caught my eye. I wandered my way back to my gate and sat down. I decided to take a short cat-nap.
I was woken up by a voice over the speakers. "Will passengers on flight 2980 to St. John's, please proceed to gate number five. We are now boarding," a woman's voice announced.
I grabbed my things and went to the line that was forming in front of the desk. I had my ticket at hand and was ready.
That was when I heard a little boy, from where I was previously napping, asking his mom a question. "Mommy, why was that lady talking about Edward?" he asked in a small and squeaky voice.
"She was just sleep taking," his mom replied. Talking in my sleep at home was one thing, but talking in my sleep about Edward in an airport was a completely different thing. How embarrassing?
I handed my ticket over to the flight attendant. She scanned it and took off a stub. "Enjoy your flight," she said, a bit too happily.
I made my way through the tunnel and onto the flight. I put my suitcase in the overhead compartment and stowed my backpack under the seat. I sat back and let out a sigh of relief. I had dug into my college fund and got some money for this trip. I didn't know how long it would take to find Him, and how many flights it would take to find the correct location, but I was driven by love and determination. If only I had Alice's phone number, this would have been so much easier.
I reached into my bag and pulled out the ring, which I had found under my floorboard. Damn it! I forgot to tell Charlie about the broken floorboard. I quickly scurried in my bag for my phone and dialed his number.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hey dad."
"Bells, when I said to call, I didn't mean two hour after I dropped you off!"
"I just boarded the plane and I remembered that I forgot to tell you something," I started. "A floorboard in my room broke. I… fell on it and it just broke," I lied. I really sucked at lying so I was praying that he bought it.
Charlie sighed, "This just enforced my wish that you take care of yourself." I let out the breath that I hadn't even realized that I was holding in. "Don't worry about it, I'll get it fixed by the time you get back. Love you, Bells."
"You too, Dad." And I hung up. I turned off my phone and put it back in my bag. "That was close," I whispered to myself.
I reached into my lap and opened up the ring case and just stared at the beautiful ring. I had to admit that I was old fashioned, but I don't think that I would have wanted it any other way.
"Why, that's a beauty," I woman said. I closed the box and looked to my right. There sat a young woman that I hadn't even noticed had sat down.
"Ummm… thanks," I said back.
"Is it from someone special?"
"More special that you think," I said with a deep breath.
"You still are very young, don't get too serious too fast," she warned me.
"Due to technical problems, the entertainment aboard this flight is down," a flight attendant announced. Just my luck. I get a plane that doesn't have entertainment.
After the safety presentation, we went down the runway and took off. All the lights were out so I reached up to push the overhead light. It didn't come on.
"It's not going to work. Apparently the lights back here are connected to the entertainment system. Bummer," the woman beside me said. He eyes were staring straight ahead to the back of the seat in front of her. Well, now I can't even read. Only had another six hours ahead of me. Fabulous.
I closed my eyes and waited for the nightmares to come to me. But they never came. Instead, I was just relaxed, as much as you can get on a plane, and had a dreamless sleep.
I woke up far too early on into the flight for comfort. I couldn't seem to get back to sleep so I just pulled out my old Walkman CD player from when I was little and listened to the CD Edward had given me on my birthday.
I was more than grateful when the plane finally landed. I had fallen asleep while listening to the CD and because of how old my CD player was, the battery died on me.
I trudged off the plane and into the airport. I looked out and took in the view of St. John's. I had defiantly chosen the right place to start looking for vampires. It wasn't exactly raining outside, but it was very foggy and humid. But that is to be expected in a maritime climate region I guess. (my geography teacher would be proud! We're just learning about this stuff now). I went checked the time and it was just around ten in the morning there, seeing as they were a few hours ahead.
I went into the bathroom, changed and brushed my teeth. I then called Charlie and told him that I was in Florida and basking in the sun. It just didn't feel right to lie to Charlie, but I knew I had to if I wanted to find Edward.
I had to decide where I was headed first. If I were a Cullen, where would I be?, I asked over and over again in my head. I finally decided that they would probably be at school so that they could stay in the area longer. I hailed a cab and asked him to take me to the nearest high school. I knew that it would take forever to find them, but it was all I had to work with.
He took me to a high school about a half hour away from the airport. Luckily, the Canadian spring break was at a different time than in the States.
I paid the driver and got out. I went right to the administration office. I didn't know how to ask her about this. 'Can you please direct me to the nearest vampire coven?' , I could already see where that conversation would be headed.
"Hi," I greeted the woman behind the desk. When she rose her head, she instantly reminded me of Ms. Cope. "I was thinking of transferring here in mid-semester so I was wondering if there has been any other late enrolments?"
"No, there hasn't been any this year, sorry dear."
"Thanks."
I walked back out of the school. I walked a bit further down the road and hailed another cab. The process continued exactly the same for the next two hours to no avail.
It was lunchtime when I reached the eighth high school. Instead of going to administration, I decided to go to the cafeteria and see if I could find them. I looked around the lunchroom and saw some curious people eyeing me. I was headed back out the cafeteria doors to go to the next school when I walked right into a hard and cold figure.
My heart raced and was so hopeful. But when I looked up, I saw, to my dismay, that it wasn't anyone special. He was large and muscular, not nearly as close as Emmett though, and had a strange dark purplish- maroon eye color. Why anyone would get that color of contacts was beyond me. I apologized and moved out of his way. I watched as he, and two other people moved gracefully over to a table in the back corner of the lunchroom. They all were pale and had the weird eye color.
It wasn't until I was outside that it dawned on me. They were pale, hard as a rock, cold as ice and they had a strange eye color. Although it didn't make sense to me at first, my thought from before came back to me. 'Color contacts', they were wearing contacts to try and hide their red eyes! The strange purple color must have been a result of a half dissolved blue contact mixed with their red eyes.
I pushed through the door quickly and walked straight up to their table and sat down. All of them looked at me in awe.
"Nice day today isn't it?" I asked them, trying to sound innocent.
"Ummm…" the big one I ran into started, "are you new here?"
"No, I'm not a student here," I clarified.
"Then what are you doing-" the tall brunette asked.
"Doesn't matter," I snapped. "Let me take a wild guess, your eyes are blue in the morning, then a purple-maroon in the afternoon and then by the time school ends, they are red, are they not?"
They all just looked at me, wide eyed.
"And I'm also assuming that you only come to school on days like these." I gestured to the outside overcast, fog and humidity. "And I'm also going to say that you keep to yourself and you two," I looked at the big and muscular one and the tall brunette, "are mates."
The short blond guy stared at me. He kind of reminded me of Jace Wayland from the Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare (best book series of life, next to Hunger Games! Check them both out if you have time). "How do you know so much about us?" he whispered.
"Because, I'm trying to find a coven of you. The Cullen's. Have you heard of them?" I asked hopefully. It was clear that the name didn't ring a bell. "Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice…. Edward?" I listed them. Still nothing from them. "Drinks animal blood?" I added. This seemed to trigger something.
"We only know one other coven that does that. The Denali clan up in Alaska," the brunette said innocently.
The Denali coven! How could I have forgotten about them? I could go up to Denali and ask them to help me find the Cullen's.
"Hello?" the big one asked, waving his hand in front of my blank face.
"You know them?" I asked awestruck.
"Yeah, visited them a little while ago."
"Would you happen to have their address?" I asked.
"Sure." And the brunette grabbed a pen from her purse and wrote it down on a napkin.
"Thank you so much! You have no idea how much of a help you are," I gushed. I couldn't thank them enough. I ran over and gave each of the two boys a kiss on the check and the girl a hug. I thanked them once again and ran out the lunchroom. I went to claim my suitcase from where I hid it in a bush and got in a cab and went right back to the airport.
I pulled out the a plane tickets to Florida from Esme and Carlile and traded it in at the airport for a ticket to Denali. I flight six and a half hours but passes a lot quicker with the entertainment system working and the thought of being much closer to finding Edward that I had ever hoped to be.
All through the plane ride, I was watching movies on the little screen in front of me. I got through Horton Hears A Who, Night at the Museum 2, two episodes of Big Bang Theory (best show of life), and one episode of Being Erica (a Canadian show that I adore).
When the plane landed, I stretched and retrieved my bags. I proceeded towards the cab stand and took a cab to the address written on the napkin. It was already really late and seeing as I didn't sleep on the plane, well, I actually slept a bit through Horton Hears A Who, but I was so tired. Maybe if I was really nice and explained everything to them, they would let me stay one night.
The cab pulled up to a large house surrounded by a forest just like the Cullen's house was. I paid him and as he drove off, I took a deep breath and made my way up to the front door.
I didn't even knock when the door opened and someone cold and hard crushed me into them. I found it very hard to breath with so much force pressed onto me.
"Bella! You're here!" A voice I had never expected to hear again cried.
The embrace finally ended and I saw someone I was so grateful to see standing right in front of me. I couldn't hold myself back and threw myself right back into her.
"I misses you so much, Alice!"
Hoped you liked this chapter! It's pretty late so I should post this quickly and turn in. Thanks for reading. Hope my verb consistency didn't get too annoying. And yes, Alice is back! Yeah! Please review, I love hearing your thoughts!
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