After hours in my 'bedroom', I finally came to a decision; I would just leave. But, I quickly changed my mind before Alice would see it. I came up with this master plan an hour or so ago. As long as I kept thinking that I would stay, Alice and the rest of them will never know. If they don't know, then they won't try to stop me. And finally, if they don't stop me, I'll be free.
I felt the teensiest bit sad for leaving them. They had become my family, and I guess I loved them. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself before Jasper comes up to check on me. In their own ways, I guess that they love me, too.
The plan was to leave that night while most of them were hunting. The only person left would be Rosalie and I. I knew she doesn't like me, so I should be thankful for that. Her husband, on the other hand, would be furious. He would loose a fiend to goof around with. The rest of them were completely boring and not fun to play with. In other words, no one else was stupid enough to go along with his dim-witted, ever-changing rules.
Rose would be in front of her vanity right now fixing up her face. She would be blind to the world. I heard her around her precious vanity and got up to leave the room.
I tiptoed down the hallway and down the stairs. As I was almost out the front door, someone's hand touched my shoulder. I froze.
It was Rosalie's hand. I turned stiffly around and hissed through a stiff mouth, "Let me go, Rose."
She had an indifferent face on, almost like she would look like if I was a mosquito trying to break her granite-like skin.
"Humph. Is this the thanks we get for taking you in?" she asked in a bored voice.
"Why do you care? You want me to get out of here."
"I am only thinking of my own neck here."
I was confused. How would she be in danger? She saw the confused look on my face and went on.
"Alice would most definitely have my head for loosing one of her precious Barbie Dolls."
Ahh, so this is why she cares. Under that pixie outside lies the most terrifying monster in the world.
I lifted her hand off of my shoulder and stiffly let it go.
"Bye Rose. Tell the others I said "bye" for me."
And with that I left them.
As I was boarding the plane to Italy, my cell phone started to vibrate. I took it out and looked at the screen. It was surprisingly Edward's number.
The flight attendant came over to me and leaned her tall head down to my face.
You could tell she was one of those humans who put a lot of make-up on and worried about how they looked. It was pathetic.
"Miss, I'm sorry but you will have to turn your phone off during the flight."
Well no dip, Sherlock. I gave her one of my convincing and polite smiles. "Yes, I will turn it off now. Thanks for reminding me."
She flushed bright red with embarrassment. Uggh, she was a lesbian and she took my politeness the wrong way. Don't get me wrong, I love gays, but I hate, hate it when people flirt with me, especially humans.
Her blood was still in her face when I walked by her turning off my phone. This was going to be a terribly long flight.
After what seemed like thousands of hours, I made it into the Italian airport. The day was cloudy and miserable as I stepped out the busy lobby.
I didn't have any luggage. I didn't know where Volterra was. I was hopelessly lost in a strange continent. Just as I was going to give up, I smelt the world's best smell in the universe. I followed the smell with my nose slightly in the air, almost like a dog following a trail.
The smell came from a vampire, not a human. It was male in a hooded black cloak. This must be a vamp from the Volt.