The time came for Callen to head to America for the Cullen wedding. She had decided against jumping to her destination, preferring to take their private jet to have a few days to do some sightseeing. All three of her mates waved her off at the airport, looking mournful as they watched the private jet leave. The woman knew they were just pouting, as they had more than enough time last night for their goodbyes.
The flight went quickly enough and Callen stepped onto the Seattle runway. A speedy trip to luggage claim and toward the doors. She stopped by a sign that had her name written on it. A man in a very nice suit was holding it and fidgeting.
"Excuse me, that's my name!" Callen tried to make her voice soothing so as not to startle the human. He jumped anyway.
"Oh, of course! If you'll follow me Mrs. Volturi, a car has been arranged for your use." He knew who she was, how much influence she had, and that's what made him so nervous. This was a Queen and if he displeased her, his head would be on a chopping block.
She followed the man silently through the airport and out to a parking garage. They took an elevator to a lower floor. It was cool, quiet, and filled with expensive vehicles of all different makes and models. This was obviously where the wealthier travelers kept their cars. The man led her down a few rows then pointed out her options. She could take one of the two larger vehicles and let someone drive her around. However, the small black sports car in the next space was begging her to take it for a spin.
Callen put her bags into the small trunk, took the keys from the human, tipped him generously, then sank down into the soft leather seat. The sound of the engine made her smile and she revved it gently a few times.
A few months after her change, the Queen had insisted on learning how to drive for herself. She had then fallen in love with everything to do with motor vehicles. Even the guard got pulled into helping her learn how to maintain the coven's multiple automobiles.
The car, a gorgeous black Ferrari 488gtb, rolled smoothly out of its space without a problem. Within minutes, Callen was speeding through Seattle traffic. The slight rain didn't bother her and even made the ride a bit more exciting. Her flight had landed early in the afternoon, giving her plenty of time to do whatever she wanted. A sign above the roadway alerted her to a branch off exit or another highway.
Callen thought about it for a split second then took the exit with ease. Reaching over, she turned the GPS on and entered an address. The car didn't waver a bit on the road. According to the machine, it was going to take at least 6 hours to arrive. Laughing, the woman pushed the accelerator down farther and watched the car's speedometer creep higher.
At this speed she could get where she was going by 4:45 p.m., only three hours from now. Turning on the radio made the hours pass quickly as she bobbed her head to the music. As if trying to send a good omen, the rain began clearing up. The state sign blurred past too quickly for any human to see but her eyes saw it perfectly. 'Welcome to Oregon' was displayed proudly and seemed to imprint itself on her brain.