Here we are on chapter eleven!

Woo-woo!

R+R pleeeeease...

Soon enough we were on a plane to the London Airport, where we would take a taxi to the house Carlisle had owned for a few centuries, which would be where we would be staying. We had explained that Carlisle had gotten a job offer at a very prestigious school in London, and that I was going home, while we would play off my 'disappearance' by me staying around for two days after they 'left', while they were really just staying in a hotel, and then we would meet up and catch our plane to England. Edward had insisted that Alice take me hunting before we left while the rest of the Cullen's were waiting for the plane to arrive, so as I wouldn't kill the whole plane whilst it was still in the air. That might cause some problematic questions when we arrived.

After that, we got on our plane and found our seats. I was planted in the window seat, Alice was in the middle and Jasper was listening to music in the aisle seat.

Luckily the plane we were on had televisions in the seats.

While I was watching but really paying attention to my TV, Alice's head jolted up from her magazine that she was only half-reading, it was one of those Sky-Mall magazines that no one likes but everyone reads, and her face went still and I realized immediately she was having a vision, so I tapped in.

Bella, Edward, Alice and I were all standing under umbrellas walking through the rain with ease through a bustling crown, when Edward stops.

"What is it this time Edward? Have to go to the bathroom?" I mocked.

It seemed he didn't hear me, or ignored me. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he got in the position to pounce if necessary, but still doesn't look to frightening to humans. "There's another one of us here, in the square. Another vampire" he hissed, lower than any human could be able to hear.

"What?" Alice hissed.

"He's here. He's right here." Edward gestured with is head to a boy that looked a little older than us standing about fifty feet away, and flirting with a girl working at a stand offering different kinds of souvenirs from Oxford University, and when his immaculate teeth flashed in the sun, I knew it was true that he was a vampire also.

But he was... gorgeous. And since me being a vampire, saying that means that he was really, really, gorgeous. He was the most beautiful vampire I had ever laid eyes on. Even more so that Rosalie or Edward and that was saying something. He had big red eyes, which I was shocked at for a moment, because that meant that he was no vegetarian vampire, he did the human thing, but he played off his red eyes as being contacts, but that didn't fool us. His hair was dark brown and fell across his face, and every now and then he swept it away from those red eyes with his hand. He was wearing a dark brown leather jacket that was hanging open to reveal a black thermal with a messenger bag slung over one shoulder and jeans with rips at the top and writing down the left leg and Vans. He was wearing Vans. I hadn't seen a pair of Vans on anyone besides myself since I left New York. And they were the classic black and white checkerboard ones too. He also had two lip piercings that I immediately identified as snakebites... He really, really was a man after my own heart... or whatever the vampiric version of that cliché would be.

"Claudia, does he have any... abilities?" said Edward, faster than any human could hear, and lower for any normal vampire to hear from a long distance.

I paused a moment and finally said, "No. None that I can tell from here, anyways."

"Good."

"He's going to come over and see us." said Alice, "He just saw us, now here he comes. Remember your manners everyone."

The brilliant boy walked over to us through the rain carrying the long black umbrella like a cane, letting his hair and clothes get soaked through with rain. And I have to say that it really was a good look for him. He smiled and raised one eyebrow.

And that's where the vision stopped.

"Claudia? Did you just-" whispered Alice.

"Yes."

"What do you think it means?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll be having some company in London." I smiled, "And at least he's good-looking."

"Don't get ahead of yourself. He could be with the Volturi." Alice's eyebrows pulled together like they were being stitched by a needle and thread.

"I thought they always went around in those big black cape things though?"

"Only in Volterra, and still only if necessary. It's not exactly the definition of inconspicuous."

"Oh. So he could be gathering... food, then?"

"Yeah. Food." Alice's eyebrows pulled together again for a moment, but then she shrugged and went back to flipping pages.

I shrugged and went back to the window. A moment later a young man only a little older than us came to our seats and asked us if we wanted anything to drink, stuttering the whole way through at our mysterious beauty.

"No, thank you." Alice said grumpily, still thinking of the other vampire in our new home town. The steward turned to me.

"No, thank you, but could I possibly go talk to our friends? They're only sitting a little ways up." I asked sweetly, smiling and using my undeniable charm and beauty to convince him.

"Well, we're not, eh-hem, up to our, uh, maximum height, yet.. uh... ma'am." he stuttered, forgetting words.

"Oh, but I'll be right back, and it's only a few seats up..." I put on my best kicked puppy look and he caved.

"I-I guess you could, but... eh, only for a minute." he tried to regain his composure at the end, but unfortunately, as he was trying to make an impressive, graceful getaway, he tripped on air and went flying. I chuckled under my breath.

"What are you doing?" asked Alice quietly, "Edward most likely already saw it, and so he probably told the rest of them about it."

"Yeah, but I want to ask their opinion about it. I'll be right back." I stepped over Alice and made my way to the aisle, and I saw again the young man trying to help himself up while trying to ignore the snickers of the children in the seats diagonal from him.

I got to the seats the rest of my family had taken and crouched down next to them, marveling at how many people were trying not to stare.

"You saw it, didn't you? The vision?" Edward asked quickly, so that the humans around us couldn't hear.

"Yes. What do you think of it?"

"I'm not sure. He does feed on human blood though, so he might not be our ally." he said shifting the sleeping Bella off his shoulder so he could talk more freely.

"Alice said he might be with the Volturi."

"That is defiantly a possibility." Edward mumbled into Bella's hair, as he knew I could still hear.

Then suddenly Alice appeared by our side. "He's going to be at the house. He didn't know we were coming. Now he does and he just made up his mind to meet us there."

"We're almost there now. How does he know where we live? Is he with the Volturi?" I asked.

"Number one, every vampire who knows anything will know Carlisle, and then all he has to do is look him up in the phone book, and number two, I can't tell. Edward, can you?" I got confused for a moment, Carlisle being in the phone book seemed to be a bit stupid; it would just be that much easier for someone to track him down in that case. but soon again I was preoccupied with the conversation.

"No, he's still too far away. When we land I might be able to read him though."

"Read him?" I asked.

"Read his mind." Edward clarified.

"Ah."

"We are now descending into our final destination, the London airport. Please stay seated and fasten your seatbelts for the remainder of the trip until we are at a full and complete stop." said a too-cheery voice over the speakers, almost like the one flying into Seattle, except this one had an English accent.

"Alice, Claudia, you better get back there, someone's getting angry." he smiled and nodded his head towards a very angry fat man coming our way.

"Kay, well we'll be back there. See you in a bit." Alice spoke quickly to Edward and started down the aisle, I followed and flashed the angry man a brilliant smile filled with my immaculate teeth. He stumbled and I got to my seat before he made it to me.

The rest of the flight passed without obstruction. We landed in the London airport and gathered our bags all the while gathering stares, ten for every bag or so it seemed.

The Cullens led Bella and me to a taxi pick-up shelter, and almost immediately, ten taxis were lined up in front of Rosalie. I wasn't sure if that was because England was really that different from New York, or if it was just Rosalie; there was an equal chance of both. We all loaded into the first three of the cars parked. I was personally in the second with Edward and Bella, and Edward asked the driver quietly to drive us to our new home, and by the look on the driver's face, it was pretty far away, but once Edward had slipped him another bill with a number I didn't catch written on it, I had to guess it was a fairly large number, the driver sped off along with the other two.

It was a rainy and gloomy day, which, as of late, had become my favorites, and I had a hunch that Carlisle had picked this day to travel specifically for the rain. Then I remembered what Alice had said, that the vampire boy would be at the house when we got there. Oh, jesus.

We got to our new home a few minutes later, me still worrying, but the sight of the house sucked all the worries from my mind. The house was gorgeous; an old brick Victorian with a white roof and a single spire, but the memory of the fear that our possible enemy was lurking somewhere inside, kind of subtracted from the whole good feeling of it.

Carlisle opened the door silently and whisked in looking around quickly. He came out again and looked at Edward, Alice, Jasper and I. "Edward, Claudia, Jasper, Alice would you be so kind as to see if you can read anyone in there?" he asked softly. We nodded. I checked all three of them, but found no thoughts, no feelings, and saw no one jumping out at us. We all shook our heads.

"Alice's vision must have been wrong in that case." he frowned, but turned and strode into the house.

"Why does everyone think that whatever I see has to happen?!" she glared at Edward and Rosalie. They looked away. "Well if Alice sees it, then it must be true." she mocked in Edward's voice perfectly. So perfect, in fact, I thought for a moment that I was hearing wrong.

As I walked in the door, I was convinced that there was no one there, so I relaxed and enjoyed the magnificent house; my new home. As you entered the door, you were immersed in a wall of white and pale wood. I guess the Cullens had a thing for décor en blanche. I walked through the rest of the house in a daze, marveling at the simple pieces of art scattered nicely about. The pieces of art that may have cost more than my life savings, and that was saying a lot.

Carlisle showed me to my new room. It was a very nice off white-yellowy color with a king sized bed in one corner with white painted wrought iron head and foot boards, and a white and yellow calico quilt covering it, just for decoration. One wall was almost completely covered with floor-to-ceiling windows, and two French doors opening up onto a lovely balcony. The doors were open and the thin curtains were swaying in the light breeze. There was also a computer desk with a very nice computer sitting on it, and another wall of almost empty book and CD shelves. I would have to fill those in later. Opposite the bed, there was a gorgeous pale yellow leather couch. I also noticed a white-washed wood vanity with beautiful carvings of an imaginary flower, accompanied by two matching doors; I opened the first to see an empty walk-in closet about the size of a poorer person's bedroom. I walked out and into the next door, which was a bathroom. An incredibly gorgeously perfectly immaculate full bathroom with a tub that looked more like a hot-tub, one of those sinks that look like it came from a commercial, and a shower put in glass, the toilette was plain, but surrounded by all this other beautiful artistry of bathroom equipment, it looked almost royal. Well as royal as a toilette can get at least.

I returned to the main room and sat on the couch. It was really comfortable.

"Hello, Claudia." said a figure as he stepped from the balcony, followed by two others. It was the boy from the vision.

Hehahahahaa!

Now this one really is a cliffie. The rest have been faux-cliffies. Well, since Claudia was changed at least, there have been no real cliffies.

But now we have one. And I'm happy about it, because I know what will happen next! And you don't! HA!

That's one of the perks of being the author, though most of the time I really don't have any much more of an idea than you, the readers, do.

Kay. Review. Then wait till next week.

See you then, Saira-la.

décor en blanche decoration in white, in french by the way.