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Bella
We walked into the house, where Carlisle was waiting in the living room.
"Carlisle, the Denali coven isn't there," Edward said.
"What?" he asked confusion on his face.
"We went to Alaska and they weren't there. And it smelled like they hadn't been there in at least a week." Edward responded.
"Where could they possibly be when we need them the most…?" Carlisle muttered.
"Carlisle, what are we going to do?" I asked.
We had just finished telling Carlisle about what happened in Alaska, and it left him speechless.
"Why don't you just track them Edward?" He finally said.
"I don't know. It could take ages," he answered. Hunting vampires wasn't an easy job. We were dead.
"Yes, but we need them. Now go before it's too late and the trail disappears."
I looked at Edward. 'Well let's get back then."
Max
Where were we? Italy.
Yes, Italy, the land of the….I don't know what exactly. Pasta?
Emmett had already seen it all, and so had I but Fang's eyes were wide as they took in their surroundings from out the car window.
"Loser," I muttered softly, and he shot me a death glare.
"Cheater," he whispered back.
That took me by surprise. He was referring to the whole Claw thing.
Guess he'll never get over that.
"We're just passing through. The last thing we need is to be spotted." Emmett said.
After a long while of riding, we came to a small airport.
"Where are we going exactly?" I asked.
"Ravenna. It's were the nomads we are looking for live." Emmett answered. He took us to a private hangar and into a small plane. There was no pilot.
"Where's the pilot?" Fang asked, and when Emmett pointed to himself a look of horror flashed on his face for a second.
"You know how to fly a plane?" I asked. These vampires seemed to know everything.
He looked back at me and smiled. "How hard could it be?"
He walked into the cockpit, leaving me standing openmouthed.
"This is your pilot speaking, fasten your seatbelts, we will be departing shortly," came from the overhead.
I sat down, with Fang looking at me weirdly again.
Oh god.
The doors closed, and after a little while, the plane began to steadily move.
"Max, I need to talk to you," Fang said from across the seats.
"No kidding," I answered back.
He motioned for me to sit at the seat next to him, and I reluctantly got up before the plane started to move too quickly.
"Max…" he started, and then we both said, "I'm sorry," at the same time.
We looked at each other for a little while, and then he asked, "Do you still like Claw?"
"Fang I never did." I answered.
"Then why did you kiss him?" he asked.
"I didn't! HE kissed me! I thought you were there." I responded. I could still remember the flash of black that had streaked past after Claw pulled away.
"Then why did you ignore me afterwards?" he asked.
This enraged me. "WHAT? YOU were the one who wouldn't freaking talk to ME," I screamed.
He didn't say anything.
I closed my eyes and breathed out.
I tenderly put my hand on his cheek and brought him closer, before our lips met, and didn't separate for minutes. The taste of his mouth felt like home.
And then Emmett just ruined it.
He came in saying, "Well, we'll be there in….whoa,"
He stopped when he saw us, and we sprang apart.
"I'm sorry, I see you two were busy…" he said in between sniggers.
"Forget that, but who is driving the plane?" I shrieked.
"….Autopilot." he answered, and with a thumbs up, he left into the cockpit again.
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