oh god.
this chapter nearly killed me.
maybe i am dead...
i just don't know it
-theenvylover
do we,
do we know,
when we die?
-SystemofaDown
Just Another Bella and Daughter Story
I was lying on Fredrik's chest on the couch when he suddenly got an idea.
"So, Alice can't have visions of you when you wear this?" he asked as he snapped the hair band.
"Not that I know of," I answered. He grinned.
"Do you have anything planned this week?"
"I think Alice was going to make me go shopping for the wedding," I sighed. "If you can get me out of it, then I'll be forever grateful."
"Let's go then," he said as he sat up. I sat up with him.
"Where are we going?" I asked, following him out of the room.
"We're going to go get married."
I stopped and watched him as he moved through where the keys where kept. He found what he was looking for; a ring of keys that said 'homes'.
"We're going to go do what now?" I asked.
"Can you hotwire a car?" he asked.
"Which one?"
"Edward's," he grinned. "He gave me 'detention' yesterday."
"So we're really just going to do this?" I asked unsure. Surely people give more than a few seconds of thought before running away to get married.
"Do you not want to anymore?" he pouted with wide eyes. Those stupid irresistible eyes…
"Of course I do!" I exclaimed. He smiled smugly and I realized what had just happened. "You can't use my pout!"
"My pout now," he smiled. "Now let's go get married!"
I followed him to the garage in a daze.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I opened Edward's new Volvo. He still had the one from when he dated my mom but I didn't like it as much. I sat in the driver's seat and got to work on the ignition.
"We're going to the airport first; we have a choice," he flipped the keys one by one. "We've got London, Denali, Forks, Volterra, Yellowknife, Inuvik, ooh look! This one's called Carlisle…"
"Those sound like happy honeymoons," I laughed as I pried the housing off. It came easier than I thought it would. I pulled the ignition out and snapped the wires that were attached to it. "How are we getting to these places?"
"Well, isn't it custom for the bride's family to pay?" he asked as he fanned his face with some debit cards. "Alice is paying for the wedding since she wanted to be a part of it and Edward will pay for our plane tickets."
I pressed the wires together and the engine roared to life. "We're all set."
I got out of the driver's seat and walked around to the passenger's. I tend to have an itty bitty case of road rage when other cars aren't going as fast as I am. Apparently the family's afraid to drive with me or something. Not even Jasper and his calming abilities could help my case. I dream of going to Europe where the speed limits were just speed suggestions.
"You ready fiancée?" he asked as he pulled out of the driveway.
"I'm always ready, fiancée" I smiled.
When we got to the airport parking lot I casually opened the door. As soon as I did a huge scent wave drowned me. I slammed the door closed quickly, breaking the handle in the process.
"What's wrong?" Fredrik asked urgently.
"We kinda sorta overlooked a detail," I breathed. I held out the wrist with the hairs on it. "Mom's power blocks Kyra's." We stared at the band in silence. If I took my mom's hair off then Alice will see us and find us but if I left it on then I would most likely slaughter the whole airport.
"Take your mom's hair off," Fredrik stated coolly. "I have an idea."
I took my mom's hair out of the little band and stuck it in my pocket just in case I needed it later. I got out of the car and walked hand-in-hand with Fredrik inside. The airport was busier than normal; we had to wait in line behind a blond woman with three children and in front of a heavy set middle aged man who kept staring at me. Fredrik pulled me closer protectively; even though I could've fought him if I needed to.
We finally arrived at the counter where a woman sat and stared at Fredrik. She was a few years older than me and had big red hair. She had a mole under the left side of her mouth that I couldn't help but stare at. She didn't notice—she was too fixated on Fredrik.
"May I help you?" the lady asked Fredrik. She started beating her eyelashes erratically.
"Yes, we need tickets," Fredrik answered.
"Where to?" she asked.
"Listen closely," he told her. She leaned in and smiled. "I need two first class tickets for each of the following: London, UK; Denali, Alaska; Forks, Washington; Volterra, Italy; Yellowknife, Canada; Inuvik, Canada; and Carlisle; UK. I want them to have about the same take-off time; whenever that is."
She started typing and the computer kept beeping. I wondered why we would need all of these tickets if Alice would still be able to figure out where we were going.
"Here we go," she announced. "All seven take off from Terminal Four within thirty minutes of each other starting with the first in an hour."
"That's perfect," Fredrik smiled. "Can you program the computer to where if we were to be late for a flight that they would not wait for us?"
The lady looked at him confusedly before nodding and turning back to the computer. "Who would the tickets be for?"
"Alice and Edward Cullen," he answered coolly. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"The total is…" the lady started. Her expression told me that it wasn't going to be cheap.
"Here," Fredrik said as he gave her Edward's card. She swiped it and handed Fredrik the receipt. I wondered why she didn't even bother to check his ID; you would think that they would…
"I'm going to need to see your passports for the out of country tickets," she said sweetly. I looked to Fredrik who handed the lady two blue passports. She took them and typed the names into the computer. She printed the tickets quickly and handed the stack of them to Fredrik. She handed me the passports. "Have a good flight Mr. and Miss. Cullen. Next in line?"
"Cullen?" I asked as I flipped open the passports. One had my picture with the name 'Alice Cullen' under it and the other had a picture of Fredrik with the name 'Edward Cullen'.
"If you want you could be Rosalie," Fredrik said as he handed me more. "Or Esme, I think I have your mom's in there too…"
"Why?" I asked, studying all of the passports.
"Passports are easier to make than drivers' licences and they still count as identification. I made the eight of them just in case I grabbed the wrong card or something…"
We found a place to sit that was out of the way of traffic. Fredrik took the tickets and separated them in twos.
"Why'd we buy so many tickets if Alice will still be able to track us?" I asked him curiously.
"Because we need as many plans as possible," he smiled. He laid out the tickets along his leg. There were seven in total. "If they want to stop us, which I bet Alice will, they'll come to the airport. They have records of who bought what on file and one of them will get it out of the attendant. They'll see that we have seven tickets so they'll each split up and hope that we aren't on the last one," he smiled. "But we can easily watch them from here and just sneak on the last plane at the last minute."
"But there are eight of them," I wondered aloud.
"Your mom won't be able to stay in the airport with this many people and somebody will stay with her at the house, just in case it takes a while for everybody to get back."
"How do you know that they'll stay on the plane once they see that we're not on it?" I asked.
"I don't," he smiled. "But that's the fun part."
He brought me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me as we waited for the family to show up. Twenty minutes later we heard tires screech and doors slam outside. We got up and out of the seats we were in and moved to where we could see the counter. Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett ran inside followed by Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle at a slower, relaxed pace.
"We are looking for my sister," Alice told the same lady that had helped us. "She is about this high," she held her hand high above her head. "Brown hair, pale skin… Do you know what flight she's on?"
"I'm sorry ma'am," the lady said hesitantly. "I don't remember seeing anybody like that come through here."
"She was traveling with another," Jasper said when he caught up. "He is about my height, pale…"
"Edward Cullen," the lady answered immediately. They turned to look at each other confusedly before nodding once. "He just bought fourteen first-class tickets… are those for you?"
"Fourteen?" Alice asked. The lady nodded. "Were two of those for London, England?" The lady nodded again. "Great! We'll have six of those then…" as soon as she said it she had a vision. When she snapped out of it she looked confused. "Uh, change that to six for Volterra…" As the lady started to type Alice had another vision, when she snapped out of it she looked worried. "Never mind Italy; six for Yellowknife…"
"Excuse us for a moment," Carlisle asked the lady. She nodded hesitantly as she stared at Alice; wondering if she was sick.
"What's wrong?" Jasper asked as he held her shoulders.
"They keep changing," she answered, almost subconsciously. It looked like she was still trapped in a vision.
"That must mean they're nearby, right?" Emmett asked. I tensed and Fredrik held me closer. "They can hear us…"
"Not necessarily true," Jasper corrected. I love Jasper. "They could be waiting in the terminal to see which plane we don't get on. They have the tickets for seven flights and there are six of us. They must have been planning this from the beginning. I say that we give it a try and see if we can spot them."
The others agreed and went back in line to buy their new tickets. Carlisle separated the tickets and everybody took one leaving Carlisle with the remaining two. He was about to throw the extra away when Rosalie handed him a lighter. He took it and smiled at her before walking outside to burn it. When he came back inside they all headed to Terminal Four where they would try to find us. My stomach dropped as I thought about trying to get past them.
"C'mon," Fredrik ushered me to the front of the building. When we were outside he quickly found the remains of the ticket that Carlisle had just burned. "Aren't we in luck?" Fredrik smiled as he lifted a piece of paper that had burn marks around it. " Carlisle's thumb was on the Flight Number." He grinned as he read the number aloud, "21191".
He threw the slip into the trash again and flipped through the cards. He stopped on one and smiled. "How does Alaska sound?" he asked as he handed me the ticket.
"I'll follow you wherever you go," I smiled as I took his hand and went inside. As we neared the terminal I got more anxious; there was no way we'd get past a group of vampires, even in this crowd. I started trembling and Fredrik noticed. He freed his hand from my grip and placed it on my hip.
"Relax," He whispered. "We can smell fear."
"Can we really?" I asked, happy to get my mind off of my impending doom. Well, maybe not completely off of it…
"Jasper can," he smiled. I laughed a little as he dragged me into a clothing store.
"Really?" I groaned.
"Yes," he smiled. "We need to 'dress warm' if we're going to Alaska and we smell too much like ourselves." He casually walked through the store and picked things off of the rack. When he was finished he handed me the stack of clothes and told me to put them on. I sighed and headed to the back room.
When I got inside I quickly switched the clothes; keeping my others in a tight bundle. I finished and looked at the mirror. A full golden fur coat reached halfway down my thigh. My legs where covered only by a pair of tight black pants that disappeared into some fur boots that matched the coat. I pulled the tags off of the new clothes and grabbed my old ones before exiting.
Fredrik was waiting for me outside of the door in an all black outfit. He had a tight black turtleneck sweater and tight black pants. He had hidden his hair in a beanie and his eyes behind sunglasses. He looked like a super model even though he was just standing there.
"You look amazing," he smiled.
"You look better," I smiled back.
"Where'd you learn to lie like that?" he asked as he handed me huge sunglasses. I put them on and looked at a nearby mirror. The glasses had covered most of my face. Fredrik took my arm and held out a piece of tape. "I need you to hold your breath for a bit," he told me. I nodded and did as he said. In one swift movement he took the hair from the band and taped it to the upper part of my other arm.
"What was that for?" I asked when he let me breathe again.
"You need to tie up your hair and wear this," he held out what looked like either a topless hat or a huge head band of fur. I was surprised that he could find so many things inside the store that had matched. I reconstructed my hair into a tight bun and slipped the head band over it. I looked back at the mirror and realized that I looked like a movie star trying to travel incognito.
"Ready?" he asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
We made our way to the front of the store to pay for our new outfits and headed out soon afterwards. Cullens sat a few hundred feet away in one of the circular seats that was centered around a tree. Each one of them faced a different direction; covering every angle imaginable.
"Focus," Fredrik spoke. I turned to look at him. "The best way to do this is to hide in plain sight. I want you to act like a stuck up vampire. You're far too beautiful to be considered a human."
"You mean that you're far too amazing to be considered a human and if I was traveling with you than that might have been a problem," I corrected.
"Whatever you have to tell yourself…" he smiled as we started to walk towards them. "Just remember—right now, you think you're better than everybody here and no matter what; don't lose that confidence." I nodded once and walked with him past the Cullens.
We just so happened to be passing by on Rosalie's side. I smiled smugly at my parents as we just walked right on by… well, until Rosalie stuck out one of her perfect legs. Instead of catching myself before I fell I decided to skip the trip and just kicked it out of the way. When I did I murmured, "Stupid human…" and kept walking. Fredrik looked back and smiled at a stunned Rosalie. I stopped and forced his head to look at me. "Don't you dare look at another girl like that," I told him in a voice lower than normal. He nodded sheepishly and began walking again with his head down.
"That was amazing," Fredrik laughed when we got to the plane entrance. He handed the attendant our tickets to scan and we headed up the ramp. "The whole dominatrix act," he purred, "was incredibly sexy."
I grabbed him suddenly and pushed him against the wall of the ramp. I held his arms above his head in my right hand and lifted his chin to kiss me. After a few seconds he broke away and started to breathe heavily.
"Keep that up and we'll never get anywhere," he smiled. I let go of his hands and he brought them around my waist. "Come on, we need to get on the plane before it leaves." I nodded and walked with him to the plane.
We handed the other attendant our tickets and she led us to the seats in the back of the first class. I sat at the window and Fredrik sat in the isle. We started to get comfortable until we saw Emmett board the plane. He was led to a seat in the front and sat without a fuss. Fredrik and I both pulled out our tickets and looked at the number.
"21191," we both read out loud. Fredrik took out the other tickets and groaned. In his hand were the Forks tickets, his finger rested on a number.
21191.
"We can just stay back here, he won't notice," I tried. As if he heard me, Emmett picked up his phone.
"Hello?" he asked into it. Fredrik got up suddenly and pulled me along with him. We headed to the front entrance to try to sneak past Emmett. "My plane?" he asked into the phone. Alice must have been on the other side of the line.
We turned sharply and headed down towards the back of the plane as Emmett got out of his seat. We turned sharply to the right when we passed through the curtain separating the First Class and the Coach seats. We hid behind a pillar as we waited for Emmett to pass.
"Are you guys okay?" a woman asked. "Is there something wrong?"
I recognized her from before; she was the blonde with the children.
"My ex," I told her, "he stalks me. We tried to get away from him but he followed us onto the plane." I held out my hand with the ring on it. "He doesn't want us together."
The curtain flipped open and in came Emmett; searching for us.
"Him?" the woman asked. I nodded. "I'll keep him on the plane; you guys should make a run for it." She turned to one of her little boys and told him to go ask the 'big man' to play. When Emmett was overwhelmed with the three toddlers we slipped right past him and left the plane.
"That was too close," I stated as we left the ramp.
"How about Washington, then?" Fredrik asked as he held up the other tickets.
"Washington it is."
i wrote notes so i wouldn't forget
:3
first- my hair fetish.
some of you have realized that there is something wrong with me- and i think there is...
i keep writing about hair.
I mean, with Micheal and now Alice i have concluded that i must have a hair fetish.
second- my absence
i odn't think i'll be able to update tomorrow,
i have a (ironically enough...) hair appointment so i have to go to work with my dad.
third- 21191
although some people might think that it was my birthday,
i actually put alot of thought into this number...
(a whole lot more than i needed to...)
21 stands for 'U' which is the 21st letter of the alphabet
19 for 'S'
and
1 for 'A'
that's why only the Alaska ticket and the Forks ticket have that number on it.
fourth- 200
200 reviews!!!!
thank you guys so much for caring!!!
-happy tear-
fifth- video
i have an exclusive video of me talking to myself now on my page.
you can't hear what i'm saying but the facial expressions are a little out there
(i'll try to not look like that from now on...)
it's more fun to watch it and listen to a techno song at the same time...
...
i won't tell you why i tried that...
sixth- Kyra (the character)
Most of you like Kyra more than my normal characters...
apparently she resembled Luna Lovegood
(had to look that name up)
from Harry Potter
(the first time i typed that i put "Happy potter"...)
well,
i'm not much of an HP fan so i asked my dad who she was,
he, in turn, gave me her complete bio along with almost everybody else...
(talking alot runs in the family...)
of course he could've said
"that one blonde girl from the movie"
but that would be too simple.
lastly- thank you.
i went back and reread what i had written and i realized that somewhere along the way i had stopped thanking my readers for sticking with me this far, so,
thank you.
i really mean it.
it is now 1:24 and i'm going to have to get some sleep,
i'll answer all of your questions either on my other page or in the next update.
good night.
-theenvylover