A/N: So I got my finger infected and now I have to get the puss drain from it. This is my second time doing it (same finger too!) so I might be out for a day or two. It sucks. I'm hoping that I can update this story and Alice in Wonderland before I get it drain, but I don't know. I won't be out for long, it'll be sore for a day or two, and then I'll be able to write again. But still, I usually write every day, so it's hard to know that I can't write.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

The Dream

After the police took my statement and I explained to them why I was hanging out with two vampires, they let me off with a warning. The interrogation took three hours. By the time they let me free the plane had already taken off and I was stuck here until the next available flight, which wouldn't arrive for another three hours. I felt like Tom Hanks in The Terminal, only I could speak English and I was only stuck here three hours.

I grabbed a bite to eat from one of the side restaurants and found my way back to the terminal where the plane would pick me up. I sat in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs and wondered why they didn't chip in money to get recliners for their customers, especially for the people that had to miss their flight because people are assholes and can't keep their opinions to themselves.

I pulled out my cell phone. I figured that I should text Edward and ask him to make sure that my stuff made it to the hotel. That's in case the airline didn't lose my luggage. I found his number in my address book and was about to start a new text when a dry ice cube brushed against the back of my neck. My shoulders arched and I let out a loud gasp.

"What the-" I asked as I turned around.

Edward was standing behind me, grinning. He dropped down so his face was eye level with me. I gasped again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, closing my phone.

"I didn't want to leave you here, alone," Edward said as he jumped over the back of the chair and landed in the seat. He dropped to the floor and fell back so he was sitting in the seat next to me.

I grinned and threw my cell phone back into my purse. "I'm glad," I said in relief. "I didn't want to fly alone. Knowing my luck the engine might accidently blow out and we would all die." The image of the plane catching on fire and everyone in it falling into a painful death flashed through my mind. I let out an obvious shiver.

"That won't happen, Bella." Edward rolled his eyes. "The statistics of that ever happening to you is 1 in 4, 365,027 and there is no possible way we could fit that many people in an airplane, let alone in this airport. So I doubt that the engine will suddenly decide to explode. Also they say that flying is the safest way to travel."

"Did you come up with those statics by yourself?" I asked.

"I have a lot of time on my hands," Edward admitted. "Speaking of time on my hands, I got something for you." He set his carry-on bag on his lap.

"You didn't have to get me anything," I said. I was embarrassed that he got me something and I didn't get him anything.

"I think you'll like this," he said as he pulled out a CD and handed it to me.

I looked at the cover. "You're kidding, right?" I asked as I flipped it over so I could read the back of it. I didn't feel guilty about not getting him anything anymore.

Edward laughed. "I thought you might like it."

"It is my favorite song," I mumbled unenthusiastically.

Edward had bought me the "I Kissed a Vampire" CD single. There were only three songs on the CD, all different versions of "I Kissed a Vampire." My enthusiasm for the CD could only be compared to someone's enthusiasm to get teeth pulled. Only they get pain medication afterwards.

"Open it up," Edward ordered.

I looked up at him. "Oh, I couldn't. I might accidently scratch the CD and then I can't listen to it." And if I can't listen to it that means I can't sell it back to anyone.

Edward laughed. "Just open it," he said. "I already pulled off the plastic covering, so you can't return it."

"I wasn't going to do that," I was impressed with my ability to sound offended. "I was going to sell it on EBay." I mumbled the last part to myself.

He smiled. "Open it up; I think you might enjoy it."

I opened the CD case. Inside there was a CD with the words "Isabella Swan" scribbled on the top and "Your Prettiest Abomination" written under it. My heart literally skipped a beat. It was a burned copy, that much was obvious, but it was still a copy. I had Isabella's original CD. For some reason that meant more to me than anything that Edward could've ever given me.

I looked up at him. "You have her CD?" I asked.

"Of course," Edward said. "Why wouldn't I?"

I opened my mouth and then closed it. He was right, why wouldn't he have her CD? He was, after all, a fan of hers. It would be lame to be a fan, especially a big enough fan to stalk someone, and not have the decency to buy her CD.

"Thank you," I finally said. "Thank you so much. I never thought that I would get to hear this. Thank you." I smiled.

"I thought you might like it," Edward said. He leaned back in his seat and put his carry-on bag back on the seat next to him. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the copy of Isabella's CD. I couldn't wait until we got to the hotel. I wanted so badly to listen to it.

"I almost forgot to ask. How did the interrogation go?" Edward asked.

I gave him a dark look.

"That bad?" he smiled.

I shook my head and let out a deep breath. "It took them an hour to get the statement out of the two guys. Then they took my statement. I thought that I would get to go home after that, but then another officer came in and started to ask questions why I was with two vampires. He accused me of being a vampo-necro-person-"

"A necrovamp?" Edward asked.

"Yeah! That. So it's real? He didn't make it up?" I was actually surprised that it was a real word. I thought he made it up to try to get me to confess something that I didn't do.

Edward nodded. "It's slang for a woman who has sex with a lot of vampires. The root 'necro' means corpse and the word 'vamp' means woman who uses sex appeal to entrap and exploit men. It's a popular internet term that started in a club in Seattle."

"They think I have sex with vampires?" I screamed. "What?" I dropped my voice so people who liked to eavesdrop couldn't hear our conversation. "I can't be a necropire thing, I'm still a virgin. How could they think that about me? All I did was throw a McFlurry cup at someone. It's not like I was making out with you two.

"And even if I was a necro-whatever they want to call it, it's none of their business what I do with my free time. If I want to have sex with vampires, I'll have sex with vampires. It's a free country and it's not illegal!

"Also, it's not like people haven't done weirder things. You hear about people all the time that kidnap girls and then hide them in their basement. But they don't have names, do they? But if someone has sex with a vampire, all of a sudden they're jaded! Why does it matter if I have sex with a few vampires? It's not like I'm hurting anyone and they're not hurting me!"

I slouched in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. I grimaced at the floor. It wasn't fair. They were discriminating against vampires. It wasn't their fault that they were vampires. It's like the color of someone's skin or how tall or short someone is. It's not their fault. It just happens.

"Are you done?" Edward asked.

I looked up at him. He was smiling at me. I couldn't understand why he was smiling. He was the one that was being discriminated against.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I'm done."

Edward laughed, which took me off guard and me embarrassed. He wasn't supposed to laugh at me; he was supposed to feel suppressed and angry. Like I did.

"Why are you laughing?" My voice squeaked. "I wasn't trying to be funny."

Edward shook his head and smiled. "I just find it amusing how passionate you are about this. To be honest, most vampires don't really care. But here you are drinking pigs' blood, throwing Blood McFlurries at complete strangers, and now defending vampire and human relationships. Next thing I know you're going to chain yourself to a police officer holding up a sign that with the words 'vampires have feelings too!'" He started to laugh again.

I didn't join in. I was looking at the floor again so I could hide my blush. I was so embarrassed by the fact that I was passionate about something that Edward obviously didn't care about and I made a fool of myself while proving to him that I was passionate about this.

Edward grabbed my hand. I didn't look at him. I couldn't believe how pathetic I was. I mean it was one thing to be passionate about a cause that people actually care about; it's another to be passionate about something that nobody cared about.

"Bella," Edward sighed. He moved my hand so it was on his lap. "Look at me…please?" He grabbed my chin and turned my head so I was facing him. I rolled my eyes so I was looking at the ceiling.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Edward continued without my encouragement. "It's great that you're passionate about something. I'm just surprised, that's all. Isabella wasn't much for vampire rights, so it amazes me how passionate you are about it."

I looked at him. He was smiling at me. His topaz eyes were shining. I let out a long breath and twisted my lips to the side. I was still embarrassed, but it wasn't as embarrassing. I pulled my chin away from his grip and let out a long sigh. I still had another two and half hours before the plane boarded.

"What are we going to do for the next two hours?" I asked.

"You can go to sleep if want," Edward said. I looked at him. "I know you're tired. Just go to sleep, I'll wake you up when we have to board the plane."

I frowned. "But what are you going to do?" I asked.

He grabbed his bag and pulled out his script. "I can go over my notes," he said. "And write more notes." He pulled out a red pen and took off the cap.

"You still have more notes to take?" I asked. By the time he was done with his script, it was going to look like it was printed on red paper instead of white.

Edward smiled. "No, but I can still go over the notes that I have."

I didn't say anything. I pulled my feet onto the chair and tried to maneuver my body so I could find a comfortable position and fall asleep. My head landed on Edward's shoulder and my side dug into the arm rest separating our chairs. I closed my eyes as I tried to ignore how uncomfortable the this chair was.

Edward wrapped his arm around my shoulder. His fingers weaved into my hair and he pressed his lips to the top of my head. He started to hum. It was the same lullaby from last night. I smiled as I scooted closer to him.

--

The door was locked. I didn't know why I locked it. I knew that it wouldn't do any good. A lock isn't going to stop James, or any other vampire, from coming into my room. I looked around the hotel room. I made sure to clean everything. All of my clothes were pack. The bed was made. Heck, I even turn the TV off. The only thing that was still on was the lights and the radio.

I grabbed the letters I wrote to my parents. I set them on the bed. Then I grabbed the letter that I wrote for Edward. I didn't know what I wanted to do with this one yet. Part of me wanted to keep it to myself and never let him read it, the other part felt like I owed him an explanation. I did spend a lot of time with him…

I threw the letter on the bed next to my parents' and turned up the radio. It was one of my songs. A local radio station was playing all of my songs in honor of my concert tomorrow night. I didn't know how many more times I could hear my voice or the song "Beautiful Woman Hunter." It was driving me up a wall. But I didn't want to change the station or turn it off.

I grabbed the bottle of pain killers that the doctor gave me when I "accidentally" broke my arm when I slammed it (repeatedly) in the car door. Then I grabbed the bottle of vodka from the fridge. It's easy to get alcohol when you're famous. Everyone wants to be your friend and would do anything for you.

I emptied the bottle of pills on the table and poured the vodka in a red plastic cup. I took several deep breaths as I tried to mentally encourage myself to swallow the pills. My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding, and my breath was ragged. I had never been so anxious in my life.

I had already decided that I was going to kill myself. It was just a matter of getting the courage to do it. I've had someone control every movement I've made all of my life. I was tired of people deciding things for me. I wanted to have control over something. So I decided that I would rather kill myself than to die by a vampire.

It was going to be quick and painless.

I swallowed a handful of pills then I started to choke down the vodka. It wasn't going as well as I had planned. The movies had made this seem peaceful. This wasn't peaceful.

The vodka burned on its way down and I felt like I was going to throw up. I had to keep my hand in front of my mouth incase I did. I pushed myself away from the table and went to lie down on the bed. I was hoping that by lying down my stomach wouldn't be as upset. I buried my head into a pillow and closed my eyes. I was positive that I was going to throw up.

I started to cough then I started to gag. I could feel the pills and the alcohol crawl up my throat. I swallowed it back down. I coughed even louder this time. I couldn't stop myself from throwing up. It wasn't the nice throw up either, it was the nasty kind. It came out of my nose as well out of my mouth.

I was crying now. I wasn't sure if it was because it hurt to throw up out of my nose or because I was scared. It could've been both. I rolled off of the bed and went to the bathroom. My stomach was upset and I knew that I was going to throw up again.

This wasn't going to be quick and painless.

--

"Bella," someone whispered as they pushed on my shoulder.

I shook my head and gripped tighter to my stomach. "The movies lied," I heard myself whisper. "They said this was going to be quick and painless, it's not." My mouth was dry.

"Bella," the voice whispered, this time louder. The shaking got more violent. I opened my eyes to see Edward frowning at me. His eyebrows were furrowed, which made creases in his forehead. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack. "Bella, are you okay?" he asked.

I let out a loud burp which made my mouth taste like alcohol. "Yeah," I lied. "I'm fine." I lifted my head from his shoulder, which my made neck pop, and dropped my legs onto the ground. I guessed I moved too quickly because it made my stomach even more upset.

I flinched and tightened my grip. I was hoping that it would pass. I couldn't be nauseous before I went onto an airplane. I would throw up.

"You were crying," Edward said. He started to rub my back. "Are you okay, do you need something to drink?" I shook my head.

I opened my mouth, another burp came out. I was still nauseous. I had to get out of here before I threw up. "Excuse me," I said as I pushed myself off my chair.

"Where are you going?"

"Personal issues," I said not turning to look at him.

End Chapter.

A/N: I thought about making it longer, but then I realized that it would just be dragging it out. Besides, 3,000 words is a lot of words for a chapter. If I wrote anymore it would just be me dragging it out and I don't know. This just seems like a good place to stop.

Okay, so I know I'm going to have a lot of people ask this, Bella did have a dream about the other Isabella's suicide. How cool is that? And it kind of did a Freddy Krooger thing on her. The whole waking up with the taste of alcohol in her mouth and the nausea feeling. Oh yeah, very hardcore. (I'm so lame!)

I would love to get to 1K with this chapter. Just because it would be like the coolest feeling in the world. So, because y'all rock booty, would you mind making that happen? Please?

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