"Please fasten your seat belts, passengers, as we will now be beginning our descent into Washington." The voice from the speaker announced in a cheery, very fake, voice to the passengers on the plane.
Olivia sighed and clicked the belt together. She shoved her book into her carry-on black messenger bag and leaned back with another sigh. She closed her green eyes, reviewing her previous conversation with Nikita, who was currently sitting next to her and staring intently out the window…
"An ancient friend of mine--"
"How ancient?" Olivia interrupted, sitting on the floor and staring up at him.
Nick sighed as he continued to pack all of her worldly belongings into a large suitcase. "I met him during the time that I was with the Volturi. Now, can I continue?" he asked impatiently, balancing her stack of CD's in one hand.
Olivia held up her hands. "Sorry." She apologized.
"His name is Carlisle. Carlisle Cullen. He's close to a century younger than I. Moving on, over time, he has…. I guess, recruited a sort of family. Adopting them, in a way. All vegetarian, of course." He assured her.
Liv exhaled with a sense of relief.
"His wife, Esme…" Nikita's voice seemed to falter when he said her name and he carried a look of slight mourning on his face, but it faded quickly. "His sons Edward, Emmett and Jasper and his daughters Rosalie and Alice. Recently, his son Edward, of whom he's had in his family the longest, has fallen in love." Nikita paused, giving Olivia a chance to speak while he coiled the wire around one of her lamps.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed joyfully, her face in awe at the thought.
"Not really, no."
Her face fell. "Well, why not?"
"He fell in love with a human girl. And she has that irresistible quality I told you about. The opposite of how you are odorless to me."
"Oh…" Olivia looked down.
"Yeah, oh." Nikita looked at the suitcase, then glanced around her room, then looked back at the suitcase. He had everything, and it was stuffed to the maximum it could possibly hold. The room was empty, aside from her stripped bed and cleaned out desk, along with the chair Nikita used and the chair at her desk.
"You're never going to get that thing closed." Olivia said, changing the subject. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head, challenging him.
Nikita just rolled his soft grey eyes and zipped it up with ease.
"Okay, never mind then." She shrugged.
Nick stood and stalked off to his room. Olivia followed without saying anything. She knew he'd continue the story when he was ready. Over time, she'd started to develop her own amount of patience. Nowhere near as grand as that of Nikita's, but it was growing.
In his room, he folded his easel up and laid it down on the floor. He piled his chalk and charcoal set, neatly tucked into a small bag, on top, then began ripping his drawings off the walls. Once his forest green walls were bare, he put all the drawings into a large envelope.
Nikita went to his closet afterwards and pulled out his own suitcase. It was considerably smaller than Olivia's, since he had much less than her. He began to place all of his supplies and drawings into the bottom. He then moved to his CD collection and tossed them in. Once he was finished with the CD's, he emptied all of his clothing from his dresser into the suitcase, folding them neatly and quickly.
Meanwhile, Olivia watched wordlessly by the doorway. As soon as Nikita zipped up his own suitcase easily, he resumed.
"The problem is, aside from the obvious one, the girl wants to be changed. Usually this wouldn't be a problem, but it would break the treaty they'd made with a pack of werewolves."
Olivia's eyebrows shot up. Werewolves?
"Not to mention she's got her heart set on getting Edward to change her."
"Dangerous?"
"Extremely. He's nowhere hear qualified to attempt something like that."
"What's the girl's name?" Liv asked suddenly.
"I haven't been given that information, yet." He shrugged.
"So, then, why did Carlisle call you?" she asked, confused.
"For advice."
"On what to do, on how to deal with situation…?" she guessed.
"Precisely." Nikita nodded.
"You couldn't give him advice across the phone?" she whined. Olivia didn't want to leave her home, she was comfortable there, in New York. Everything was going well for her, and this would only mess everything up.
"Well, no. I need to see the boy and girl, first. I need to see the werewolves. I need to know the details. It would be much to complicated over the phone." He explained.
"Then why can't they come here? Instead of us having to rearrange our lives for them, they should rearrange their lives for us. We're the ones giving them advice, anyways." Olivia pouted stubbornly.
"Firstly, you will not be involved. Only me, so please don't use the term 'we'. Secondly, do you think the werewolves would come all the way here for a Vampire?" he smirked, knowing he'd won, of course.
"What do you mean I won't be involved?" she asked, her brow furrowed in frustration.
"I don't want you involved. You could get hurt, Liv." He said gently.
"No, Nick. I'm with you all the way. Doesn't matter what you want. Doesn't matter what I want. We're a team, through and through." She spoke in a final tone, her lower lip sticking out once more in a small pout.
"You're being particularly stubborn and selfish, tonight." He chuckled.
"Shut up." Olivia snapped, looking away.
He chuckled again and kissed the top of her head. She shook it off, and narrowed her eyes onto him.
"You never answered my first question." She suddenly remembered.
Nikita's face became puzzled. "Huh?"
"Where the hell is Forks?!?!" she said, her eyes wide.
He only laughed.
Since then, their conversation had been scarce, because of the lack of privacy. On the plane, all Nick did was look out the window while Liv listened to her iPod and read her book of poetry. Nikita, of course, had bought them both first class tickets, so there wasn't an issue of comfort. However, Liv still felt uneasy.
Now, Olivia opened her eyes, only to find a pair of very white hands tightening her seatbelt. She rolled her eyes and held his wrists. The effort didn't affect him, since he ripped his hands away quickly.
"Nick…"
"Just in case." He mumbled, not looking at her, before clicking his own belt together.
Of course, this was completely unnecessary and only for his charade as a human being.
Olivia almost started laughing when he tightened he belt, but managed to restrain her giggles for later on. The plane started to lower to the earth.
Soon enough, her ears popped painfully and the wheels hit the long stretch of pavement. The flight attendant's voice returned on the speaker, welcoming them in a ridiculously happy tone to Washington.
After an hour worth of going through annoying security., the two finally made it to the luggage collection. Before anyone else even recognized their luggage, Nikita managed to collect Olivia's along with his own.
"Come on, Carlisle's waiting outside for me." He told her in a quick, low voice.
"Hold on, waiting for you? Nick, do they know I'm coming with you?"
"Uhm… no…" he gave her a sheepish grin.
Olivia decided to ignore it. She grabbed her suitcase and began walking to the door. It took a lot of effort to drag that heavy thing behind her, so Nikita jumped in and took it off her hands. With as much dignity she could muster, Olivia thanked him. She continued to walk briskly ahead of him and out the automatic doors. He let her have the advantage of walking faster, lagging behind a few feet.
Instantly, she saw Carlisle. He wasn't hard to miss, even though Liv had never met him before. He had all the qualities that Nikita had: pale skin, gorgeous features, blinding smile, purplish bags under his eyes… The only differences that Olivia could find was his hair and his eyes. This man's hair was of gold, in great contrast to Nikita's jet black locks, and it was neatly combed, unlike Nikita's messy mop. His eyes matched his butterscotch hued hair and they were locked onto Olivia's green ones.
Only for a moment, though. For all he knew, she was just another human. Besides, she wasn't the only one staring.
Olivia narrowed her eyes, hearing Nikita approaching behind her, and walked right up to the man who stood in front of the black Mercedes.
Nikita watched, amused.
"Carlisle Cullen." She addressed him confidently.
He looked at her, his eyes widened slightly.
"Yes?" he replied casually, yet cautiously.
Olivia opened her mouth, ready to say something witty to do with Edward and his little human lover, but Nikita saw the snarky remark coming and quickly interrupted.
"Carlisle! Ol' buddy, ol' pal!" he said, a huge smile plastered on his face.
Carlisle looked at his old, old friend and nodded. "Nikita."
Nick's grey eyes widened ferociously. "What fresh hell?!" he growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "After a hundred and fifty years? That's it, a nod?!"
Carlisle stood up straight. "What would you prefer me to do?" he asked, glancing somewhat self consciously at Olivia, who was standing right beside Nikita and listening to every word.
"Well…. I don't know…" Nikita shrugged, looking at the ground.
"Let's get going." The blond vampire said finally.
"Shotgun!" Olivia shouted suddenly, smiling.
Carlisle paused, staring at her. "Nikita…. Who is this?"