In the year 2020, Vampires took control of society and ordered all humans placed in vampire custody. The people who were not captured formed a Resistance movement, headed by the Human Council, who began to plan the Insurgence.

I am, of course, indebted to Stephanie Meyer for this world we all play in, and these characters we all adore. Additionally, I am indebted to hitntr01, who has graciously allowed me to use certain concepts from her wonderful story "In Need of Rescue", which constitute much of the background of my own story. These include: the language Vampiri, the Rules, the machines used to draw blood from humans, Manners Training, and the plot theme of Edward working as a guard at a facility holding humans. Thank you, hitntr01.

Chapter 29 – Heading for Disneyland

(Continued from the last chapter, when Crazy takes Bella club hopping for her birthday)

(Emmett's POV)

Jasper looks puzzled, so I show him the texts. He grabs his phone and calls Carlisle. After they talk for a few seconds, he snaps the phone shut, and says, "Carlisle says his little human vanished from the yard hours ago. He, Edward, and Esme have been looking for her ever since. There was a note left on the fence saying 'Girls just want to have fun.'"

Is it possible? Was the slinky girl Carlisle's little 99? But I didn't hear a heartbeat, or smell her!

(Bella's POV)

Crazy and I read the text messages together and wait for each response. After my "grizzly bear newborn" response, there is a pause in the incoming messages.

"I'll bet somebody's calling Carlisle. Do you think it's Jasper?" I ask Crazy. She nods and giggles.

"That Texas boy Jasper is so fine, he can find me any time," she says, licking her lips. I elbow her in the side, and she laughs again.

The next text comes in: "darling, wz that u?"

Crazy and I look at each other and giggle. Game on.

"u who, I'm me, who r u" I text back. Meanwhile, Crazy's rolling onto her back in the seat next to me, trying to smother her laughter.

"Come on, we've got to hit another club before they seriously start looking for us," she says.

We try to get into 1936, the club with the 1930's theme, but they require all white attire to enter. So we turn to go elsewhere. Suddenly Jasper appears at the door we had just left. He slips the bouncer some money, and they talk. He quickly turns around; will he go left or right? If right, he'll catch up to us. He goes left, and we race to the car and drive across town looking for the grunge bar. We catch Peter walking out of it, with Charlotte right behind him.

Dang, those Texas boys are good trackers.

We head for the penthouse apartment Crazy rented for the week, and I decide to crash and get some sleep. Crazy pulls my clothes off, I crawl into bed wearing just a t-shirt. I'd forgotten how much fun life could be. But I do miss Carlisle, and I find myself concerned about how worried he might be. I decide to send him a text, saying "I'm ok, going to sleep now". There is an instant reply, but I turn off the phone and go to sleep.

The next day, when I wake up, it takes me a minute to remember where I am. Instead of seeing my usual purple bedspread and bed curtains, I'm in a cream colored room, flooded with light. Right, I'm not in my room at the Cullens, I'm in a Seattle penthouse. Looking out the window at a breathtaking view of Lake Washington, I wonder where they Cullens are, if they are still in town.

Crazy has the car brought up to the side entrance of the hotel; I jump in and lie down in the back seat. We head for the airport. I sense Carlisle is at the airport, so I tell her not to turn in at the airport, but to go to the ferry. We cross the sound in the ferry and head for Port Angeles. Our pilot meets us at the Port Angeles airport, and we fly to Anaheim, California. A day at Disneyland!

I figure we have a few hours before they get here, so I load up on pancakes, and we hit our favorite rides and rollercoasters. It's one of those warm days that southern California still enjoys even in the month of November. We get wet riding in our little hollow log while touring Splash Mountain before we head over to the Haunted Mansion. Crazy and I make sure to check out all the gravestones in the front yard before going inside and getting into our Doom Buggy. I love the creepy, not-too scary parlor, and the séance scene. The vampires like to liven it up with their own cameo appearances, so no two trips are the same for us.

After that, we have to go to the Pirates of the Caribbean. We always give our host vampires time to sneak ahead of us and enter the battle scene. We can generally tell which characters they are, because they look real and not hokey like the Disney original mannequins. But it's always fun when one of the sailors leaps from the battle scene and lands in our boat, waving a sword.

We enter the Matterhorn in our bobsled and scream when we encounter the Abominable Snowman. We always get a photo made on one of the rides at Disneyland, and this time the vampires snap a photo of our reactions to the big yeti. In the photo, I'm clinging to Crazy, as she makes scary faces back at the camera. I send it to Carlisle and Emmett. I'm guessing Emmett will probably recognize the location. I can't imagine Carlisle at Disneyland.

Once I've been on so many roller coaster rides that I feel my head won't stop spinning, and I'm hoarse from screaming, we head to the hotel. It doesn't take long before we're settled into our room. I'm wearing the Thing 1 night shirt this time, in honor of my birthday, and Crazy's wearing the Thing 2 night shirt. We start cranking up the music and bouncing on the beds, singing along to our favorite songs.

Just as I'm about to drop off to sleep that night, security calls, and says Carlisle and Jasper are at the gates. They aren't happy about being told the park is reserved for a private party.

"Let them in, let them in," sings Crazy, so security directs them up. They are at the door of the hotel room in minutes. Crazy opens the door with the chain on and peeks out. "Who's this," she purrs.

Carlisle has had enough; he just pushes past her and comes in. He walks to the bed I'm in and leans over it, staring down at me. I stare back up at him. He finally crouches down so that he is eye level with me. Jasper comes to the foot of the bed and leans against the wall.

Carlisle shakes his head as if to control himself, and slowly says, "I was very worried." Crazy jumps on to the other side of my bed and stretches out next to me. She watches Jasper and Carlisle from under the blonde fringe of her bangs while I talk to Carlisle.

"Crazy took me out for my birthday," I said. "She just told me it was to be a surprise and showed up."

"It was your birthday?" asks Carlisle.

"Last September 13th," I reply. "But first, how about some introductions. Crazy, this is Dr. Carlisle Cullen."

"Charmed," says Crazy.

"Carlisle, this is Crazy," I say, turning to Crazy. The two lean across me and shake hands.

I start to introduce Jasper, but Carlisle decides to take the lead. "Miss Crazy, this is my son Jasper," Carlisle begins.

"A pleasure, ma'am," purrs Jasper, as he bends over her hand. I throw a pillow at him as Crazy giggles.

"What was that for, darlin'?" he asks, as he deflects the pillow effortlessly.

I just glare. He's done it again, bending over someone else's hand, never mine.

"So, how long were you ladies planning to be on this little road trip?" Jasper continues.

"It's not like I didn't send you a photograph to show you where we were," I snap. "Who recognized the location, Emmett?"

"Actually, it was Esme," replies Carlisle. "She's been exceptionally worried about you."

I start to feel guilty, then realize that's exactly what Carlisle intended. This is my birthday party, and I've been having fun. So I lean back on my pillow in an exaggerated motion, and close my eyes.

"She's really had a hectic day," says Crazy. "She could use some sleep."

She and Carlisle begin talking in voices too low for me to understand, and I drift off to sleep. I feel myself being lifted at some point, but I'm so comfortable I don't care. When I wake up again, Carlisle is carrying me into the house. I must have slept during the entire trip from the Disneyland Hotel, to the airport, and then the drive into Forks.

"Shh," says Carlisle, as he deposits me into my bed. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart."

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