A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot, but a few of my friends asked me to continue it. I have thought about a storyline I want to take. Here is the second chapter.

It took hours of Emmett talking Rosalie down before she agreed not to run to the Volturi. She didn't want to be in the same house as Carlisle and Esme anymore, not as a monster of her own creation. She had begged him to go somewhere, anywhere, and after she finally cleaned herself off, Emmett had told her they were going to go to Isle Esme.

Rose packed her bags, knowing the best place for her was away from humans. With the bloodlust in her heart, she didn't feel any different than a newborn. She knew that she could not control herself, so whenever she was told that they would be going on a plane, she tried to prepare herself. That night they would fly out from Portland to LAX and then down to Rio.

"Carlisle, please." Rosalie begged. "Get us a private jet." They were rich enough, she knew that he could afford it.

"You have been able to control yourself all of this time. That woman, she was your singer. Your ultimate temptation." He said back, helping her out of the house towards one of her many cars.

Emmett slid into the driver's seat, and she pouted. She wanted to drive, but he was right for not letting her. There was no guarantee she would take them where they were actually supposed to go. As they arrived at the airport, Rose took a deep breath. The mental benefits outweighed not actually needing the oxygen physically.

Security took hours. The airport was busier than she thought it would be at midnight. Her senses were heightened as she followed Emmett and a crowd of humans through the terminal. There were two hours until their flight to LA took off. The scent of blood took over Rose, and she wanted to leave. The plane was going to be so much worse, and she knew it.

"I need a break." She whispered into her mate's ear. "I am going to go to the smoker's area. The smoke should mask the scent."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Emmett asked, reaching out to his angel as she walked away.

"No, no. Stay here, watch our stuff." With a final kiss, the blonde walked in the direction she knew the area to be. Halfway there, Rosalie caught a scent so strong she had to follow it into the woman's bathroom. Stepping into the clean, white room, she noticed a woman standing at the sinks, cleaning a cut on her hand. She silently reached behind her and locked the door.

"How'd you cut your hand?" Rose asked with utmost sincerity. She stepped forward, grabbing a few paper towels and handing them over. The smell was becoming so much stronger, so delectable.

"The toilet paper holder, there's a screw sticking out of it." She gestured to a specific stall. Her eyes followed the gesture, and a plan came into her head.

Rosalie was quick to pounce. She had the woman's neck snapped and wrist between her fangs in seconds. The stranger didn't even have time to scream. With the bathroom door locked, she only had a matter of time before people were knocking. It took her three minutes to drain the woman of blood. The taste stayed in her mouth as she locked the stranger in the bathroom stall. She crawled out, checking herself for any signs of what had just happened before she grabbed the stranger's purse from the sink and went to the smoking area.

The vampire thanked her lucky stars that the woman had been a smoker. She lit one of the cigarettes in the small outside area, allowing the smoke to cover any trace of what had happened. The only way to control her thirst on a day's worth of flights was to drink, and drink she would.

After an hour, Rosalie came back to find Emmett had hardly moved. She cuddled into his arms, and pretended to nap until their boarding group was called. Emmett knew his mate, but Rosalie shot him a look that said "I warned you. I cleaned up after myself." And he didn't say another word. He squeezed her hand three times, and they watched the inflight movie until they touched down at LAX.