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HOLY PASTRONI!! You people inspire me. LY. A lot. More than you can imagine. I AM the forest Edward talks about. A forest of love! :D
Thegirlfrommamestris1912: Wow...that's a tongue twister my friend. Neway. Thanks a bunch for the thumbs. 2 thumbs up to your review :D glad you like.
Angelfromhell: Errr...I already pmed u bout this, but what is the website. Try pming it to me. Sorry bout the confusion. All will be explained in due time...cept one little thing that I have to go back and correct. I added it in then changed the plot. It was way back there though. Yeah, read the host! And the memory keeper's daughter. Holy crap. And, ah, that trailer. When does the full one come out? Do you know? Oh yeah, thanks.
Dreamgirrl14:oooo...ur awesome. Three reviews. Go you. Deep breath. The wolves can't be there because of the Volturi (remember how they had to leave after the battle in New Moon) Bella's going to see/meet the "demons" as you call them, which is probably the closest to what they are, not pixies. :D. Brownie pts. to you. Jacob might...errr...you'll see. But (blushes) thanks for the gift comment. Come again. I'll try to explain all your questions by the end.
Kymi: lol...just like a teddy bear in the Bahamas. Haha. and, ah...i remember when I used to be obsessive over fanfiction, before I started writing this story, and I failed out of skiing class (yes. I said skiing.) But I think that had more to do with gravity hating me. But, glad you enjoyed. Thank you very much.
Monkey: Nah, Im used to them. Nothing like a good death threat to start out the day with, I always say! Sorry for your dissapointment though. And, well, vwala!
MelodyCullen: NO, that really doesnt make sense. Lol. But i must say i laughed at some parts, like the word "cryotank", and the phrase "Back when I was a Sea Weed." (giggle) I thought about Cuervo and Jack Daniels, but a tequila sounded like Bella's cup of tea, or well, of alcohol. THANK YOU!!
Nobodyparticular: SUMMERTIME IN TENNESSEE!! Pull out the kenny chesney cds, bonfires, barns, pools, lakes, ahhhh... moving on, thanks. I always love your reviews. Short, but they make me feel so happy :D
Hyperness is a Virtue: Im touched that you reviewed on multiple chapters just to tell me to update! Aw (blushes purple...red doesn't even cover it). And i like your emoticons. Oo That one's my new fave. Thank you. And, (takes deep breath) he didn't drink enough for it to affect him, like a fourth of a Tylenol pill doesn't really do much. Think f it that way.
Shadowwolf: Not really, well, you'll find out what they are. I wrote what they're based on in the an. Thanks for the review friend!
Jalice: lol. I laughed a lot when I wrote that part. (breaths sigh of relief) NO QUESTIONS! You are my hero. Everybody, trust the author. And yes, shampoo is terrifying... herbal essence ate my friend last week. It was tragic really. Lol, i mean MOURN!! And thanks as always.
Meyarose: you do that. AND YOU DESERVE TO BE CONFUSED AFTER ALL THOSE FRAZZLING REVIEWS YOU LEFT ME. Ly.
Transfiguration: sry. My fingers have a mind of their own. Maybe...maybe, I'll let everything be all right. Well, not everything. Then we wouldn't have much of a story!
Yoyoente: hmmmm... I DUNNO! Was it something i said...erm, typed? Thanks for reviewing!
Supernaturalgirl: Do you get tired of typing the numbers into your penname? Just curious. Thanks! Im glad you said something about that. I was worried people would think that they were tooooo weird. Wait and see!!
Emberwillow: WOW...you're a good guesser. Points for you! Lol. Hmmm...my personality quiz said I was whimsical, friendly, and outgoing. Is that the kind of person who kills off characters? Who knows?? Thanks for the review, btw.
XD: Twistedy twists. Gotta love em. Just talking about them makes me want to read an old Stephen King novel. And I bet you're a better writer than you give yourself credit for. Lol. Just remember to spell suck right, not that I can say anything about spelling, but um..., give it a try! :D and thanks.
Poppyleaf: When i type your name, I think of the wizard of oz. Dunno why... but, errr...type in 'fates' on babelfish. His curse is his vampireness, but the curse that can cure him is Bella's blood. It's special, remember? Like a vampire energy drink.
Polkadotshelly: Happy to hear that you think that. Thanks. Shampoo is absolutely abysmal though. Dont you know?
Xxxbrokenxxx: THANKS!! Im touched. And yep, does that make him Lois Lane? Tehehee. Not AS good plotwise in my opinion, but the creativity and writing quality are much better.
Sillyella: HAHA!! we're lame. But i love it! OH yes, I did call on the giant mob (I got them free with my Verizon network) to yell at you. Ahhh...so NI neautralizes the blue turning powers. NI! It'd be cool if it turned you different colors. And also, while babelfish says fates means sinos, bell works too! That's an incredibly cool coincidence! And...all in good time! Ly, thanks, ciao
Mattybabe: Really? Pandy too? I was hoping he wouldnt have a relapse (wink nudge) if you know what i mean. I wonder if the original shamu died, and then they kept getting replacement killer whales and calling them shamu. THAT"D BE THE SCANDAL OF THE CENTURY! Let's take pandy and investigate. Well, thanks. You big ol' armadillo!
Marikaemmie: (hands over crutches with sadness) Hey, those things were fun! Haha. Glad you like the intensity. And yes, a mental hospital is a free service Would you like fries with that? Lol, o and thanks.
Sandalswithsoz: I agree. Took me a while to get into it, but when I did, MAN...BOOM, it knocked my socks off. Wait and see...thnx.
Kerssica: OOOOOO PRAISE GOD! HALLELUJAH YOUR BACK! WHERE WERE YOU? I WAS ABOUT TO COME ALL THE WAY TO THE NETHERLANDS TO HUNT YOUR BUTT DOWN. But anyway, calming down, honestly, I've never seen buffy the vampire slayer, im like how you like how i quoted hamlet. LOL to the werewolf wicca thing. (he attended hogwarts for a year)., for coming back Im sending you a lifetime supply of hypothetical chocolate, of course i wouldnt put any jacob smoochies in here. Are you crazy? Dont you know me at all?? Awwww...along with the chocolate comes a box of hypothetical tissues and a cookie for being the only one to guess Beethoven. Glad you like the poems. LOL. The 29 review was the review of the century. I was hoping someone would say they'd confused it with the genuine thing. YAY! And of course the cookie's chocolate? What do I look like? An...anti...chocolate...person??huh? huh? Nah, jk. Werewolves sent away...it's in the next author's note. Lol, also, well, just glad about everything, glad about you coming back, everything you say...EVERYTHING! and stardust is my fave! Love that movie. Godlike? (aw...tear) LY oodles... only ur a jerk for leaving me, but i just cant help it. Dont. Leave. Again. Or. Else.
Allyq1990: YAY...i love your writing. Glad you like mine. Well, to be specific, i love that thing you wrote about jasper and Alice! Congrats on the contest thing. Thanks.
Euphoria: YES!! Where've you been? Of course i missed you you big stupid. Grrr...phillip is crying in his pen. And it's all YOUR fault. Grrr... glad your back though. Haha. thanks for the review.
Hibiscusqt: Bella is taking control! Lol. Reminds me of an Aretha Franklin song. Hmmmm, continuing, I worked with a guy named Rojo once. Ironically, at a Chinese resaurant. Haha. glad u thought of me. Im branching out. :D thanks oodles and kaboodles.
Mrs.edwardcullen: that was a lot of omg's. Evil? Why yes...MWUHAHAHA! Don't die. I'll give you a PB&J to not die.
Thefuturemrsedwardcullen: I think there's gonna be some competition between you and the girl mentioned above you. Errr... awkward turtle. (snickers). Pandy is now getting you peaches ice cream. But is having a hard time locating any, so he made it himself... good luck with that. O I KNOW! I just want Edward to pop up somewhere. Lol. Have fun with that real food and harrison ford. Thank you and ciao.
Twilightforever: like a small mouth bass! Or not... shew im exhausted. Im typing. Im typing.
Eliane: In a traffic jam if you must know. Lol. YAY...im glad you liked, no, glad doesnt cover it, Im THRILLEd you like the new twist. O, and by all means, use capital letters all you dang well want. I DO YAYAYAYAY CAPITAL LETTERS! Newho, yes, you are crazy. Acceptance is the first step to recovery. Although, Im right there with you, and I really dont want to recover. Im quite content with my straight jacket and fluffy room actually. Thanks, friend :D
Chapter 27
Question after question after question marqueed through my head while I was sitting in that vinyl airplane seat.
Some of them were unsuccessfully avoided, such as: What is Edward doing? Is Edward alive? Did Jacob kill the police officers yet? Are the Cullens beating the Unseely?
Others were random and most likely brought on by the remnants of alcohol in my system, like, for example, wondering whether or not Tinkerbell would be in Forks, and if Peter Pan would come with her.
But the question that I kept coming back to was this: What the hell was wrong with me?
Besides the obvious, tripping over invisible objects, suffering from occasional hero complexes, and the like, somewhere over the Mexico/Texas border, it had hit me what exactly I was doing. I had hopped on a plane, more specifically, lied about one of my best friends to hop on a plane, all at the bidding of three loony hags.
Yet at the same time, I was sure they weren't entirely human, if human at all, so maybe they could know what they were talking about.
Or, maybe they had set me up, and were leading me to my doom, but they really didn't have a motivation, did they? I couldn't think of one.
Either way, it really didn't matter now. I was here, and I couldn't turn around, and I might as well go see Edward.
Hopefully, if she was paying attention, Alice could see me coming and do...and do...do what?
Suddenly, this didn't seem like such a good idea.
However, what if the hags were right, and I was the only one who could save him? If so, then why care enough to tell me?
I was torn, and confused, and oh, what I wouldn't give for a great, big book to fall on my head out of the sky and give me the answers.
I also wondered what I would do when I got to Forks. What would a faery war entail precisely? I imagined that it would be quite a bit different from the few I'd seen on videos and CNN, with gunsmoke, bombs, and explosions. Maybe it was all hand-to-hand combat. Well, whatever it was, I'd have to try to go around it, play an old-fashioned game of "avoid the bloodthirsty vampires". Really, I should be a pro at it by now.
I shifted some in my seat, making the vinyl groan uncomfortably, like it was complaining about my sitting on it. The noise elicited a snoring grunt from my sleeping neighbor. He looked like a businessman in his gray suit, and at a guess, I'd pin his age to be somewhere around early fifties.
I had tried to talk to him when I first sat here. He replied quickly in Spanish. I shook my head, sighed, and turned away. He'd fallen asleep soon after that, his heavily bearded chin bouncing on his thick chest with every jerk of the plane.
I envied him for his slumber, and hated him for it. His snores were part of the reason I hadn't got any shut-eye myself.
Dawn was breaking now. A pastel pink glow was diffusing through the clouds we were surfing through, making them glow, too. Now that I was on my way to Edward, I could appreciate the beauty of things, knowing that I'd see him today. If my estimates were right, Forks was only a ten-hour drive from San Francisco, not taking impertinent speeding into account. I'd see Edward by sundown.
I looked out my window again, and noticed that the clouds had diminished, and that far below me, I could see familiar landscape –Arizona. The small white dots scattered about a flat green and brown landscape gave it away. I smiled.
While Forks had become home to me, I'd always hold a special place in my heart for the desert. It was the openness of it, the blurred line between blue sky and speckled earth. It was the way the wind there smelled like freedom.
"Can I get you anything?" the flight attendant asked. I'd come to the conclusion that she was the one other person on this plane who could speak English.
She had a breakfast tray rolling around, with a stack of plastic cereal containers in the shape of a pyramid.
Now that I thought about it, I was rather hungry.
"Cheerios, please," I said.
She handed me a small white box that made up the point of the pyramid, a tiny carton of milk, and a plastic spoon.
"Anything else?"
"No thank you," I told her, already peeling away the thin yellow covering. With super human speed that only comes with being half starved, I poured the milk over the small pieces, picked up a spoonful, and shoved it into my mouth.
"They found him you know," she said, "Jacob Black."
I almost spit out my breakfast then and there, but swallowed it instead.
"Oh...oh," I stammered. "What happened?"
"They took him into custody," she said, beaming, "There's nothing to worry about anymore!"
I acted over my initial worrying instincts with an artificial sigh of relief. "I'm glad."
The flight attendant smiled more and rolled the cart away with a new skip in her step, like she herself had been the one to save me from my "stalker". Jacob was going to despise me.
All through breakfast, my mind ran a million miles per minute, until it finally crashed from exhaustion. After I gave my emptied container back to the flight attendant to throw away, I rested my head against the hereto-unused pillow, curled up in my seat, and tried to sleep. It would only be a few hours, but I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. I had a ten hour drive ahead of me, and if the hags were right, I'd be loosing a lot of blood at the end of that journey...maybe all of it. I shut down those thoughts though, and said goodbye to the conscious world.
VVVVVVVVVVSomething was shaking...me. I myself was shaking.
I blinked my eyes opened, slowly at first. They shot open wide though when I saw the businessman who sat beside me on the plane standing over me.
"Despierte!" he was saying over and over again. I assumed he meant 'get up', or some variation of that.
I smiled groggily. "Muchos gracias," I said.
He turned his back and sauntered off with an irritated huff. My spine cracked when I uncurled it from the uncomfortable position I had fallen asleep in. Every bone in my body ached. I stretched my arms above my head, but it didn't help.
"Miss!"
I looked around, only to see the cheerful flight attendant from earlier.
"Miss, you need to get off the plane now."
Grumbling, I stood up, and dizzily began walking towards the door. I was dead on my feet and jet lagged all at the same time. I used several of the chairs to keep myself from tumbling down the narrow aisle.
I reached the end of the cabin, and the flight attendant put her hand on my back, guiding me to the door.
"You have someone here, don't you?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," I lied, "My mom." It wasn't as much of a lie as I could have told. If she had asked me a couple years ago in fact, it would have been completely valid.
She gave me a small smile. "All right then, well...be safe!" The last part was sung to me.
"Thanks," I said, before pivoting to walk down the steps.
My pace increased through the tunnel, out the door, around families waiting for their luggage to be brought to them by a worn conveyor belt. I pushed against the crowd current, fighting my way through the mass of people all scurrying to get to their next flight, all the while going faster. This airport was quite a bit larger than the ones in Forks or Cancun.
I'd seen more airports in the last two days than I ever wanted to see again in my life.
As I walked out of the glass doors, I suddenly found myself in need of a car. Panic welled up inside of me, threatening to overpower my small frame.
Keep it together, Bella. I was chanting to myself.
As far as I could see, there were three options.
First, I could ask for a ride. But then I would be endangering another human by taking them into dangerous territory. I doubt anyone would want to go under the risk of being eaten.
Second, I could rent a car. I did have a credit card. However, I would have to find someone to take me there, find a car, and fill out paper work. Plus, I didn't even have my license with me.
Third, I could ask for someone to lend me their car...not likely.
I tried to find a Plan D. I could... I could... a wild idea dawned.
How actually opposed was I to Grand Theft Auto?
A/N: Sorry everyone...i had finals, and was as busy as a bee. Well, I suppose you could say that this is now officially my version of breaking dawn, seeing as I used the title like Steph does in her books. Well, hope you liked it. I rather enjoyed writing it. I just got this picture of Bella in 'gone in 60 seconds'. Lol. How WILL she pull this off. Sorry about the shortness...and the fillernessssseess...and the fact that I only gave you more questions instead of answers and that there wasn't much dialogue. Errr..., well, it's summer now. Updates like lighting, I think, although I have to spend time with those annoying little buggers commonly called "best friends". I have to walk on eggshells with the next few chapters, so Im going to be writing them meticulously. I PROMISE you'll LOVE the next chapter... LOVE. Big plans. Very big plans. Kindly read and review. Oh yes, well, I modeled the three hags after two sources actually. The Greek fates, and the three witches in macbeth (thanks Willie ;) And on bable fish, i typed in fates and it gave me sinos. But, bell is an incredible coincidence and you can take it as that, too!