Meanwhile, at the nearest New York airport, Alice was standing in line at the ticket counter, anxiously tapping her fingers on the wall. She decided to stop once she noticed she had put a hole in the scaffolding. Thankfully, it was her turn. She stepped forward.
"Yes", grumbled the bored-looking man behind the ticket counter.
"When's the next flight to Seattle?", asked Alice.
The man looked up, and immediately his tone changed to a more enthusiastic, polite one.
"Actually, it leaves in twenty minutes, miss", he said.
"Give me a ticket for it, please", said Alice in a rush.
"There's no way you'd make it, madam, especially with the security gates being so backed up", the man replied, with a slight undertone of surprise in his voice.
Alice smiled sweetly at him, and his mouth dropped open and he lost his train of thought.
"Ce-certainly, madam", he stuttered and quickly printed a ticket.
His mouth dropped even lower as Alice passed him several hundred-dollar bills to pay for the ticket.
"No checked baggage?", he asked.
"No, but thank you so much sir", said Alice, giving him another dazzling smile before turning to go.
The man stared after her in shock, openmouthed.
"Did that really just happen?", he asked himself as he turned to his next customer.
Alice didn't bother with the security gates. She took in the long lines that, had she deigned to wait in them, she would have certainly missed her flight, and raced by them at superhuman speed, and jumped over the metal detectors and barriers. It's not like there was any point in her being x-rayed or scanned by the metal detector, seeing as she was easily more dangerous than any human weapon someone could smuggle onto an airplane.
She reached her gate with time to spare.
She joined the line of passengers queuing to board the aircraft.
Then she looked at her ticket. If vampires could faint, she would've hit the floor.
Economy. Second Class. Coach.
Alice had never flown anything less than first class in her life. Actually, none of the Cullens had. They'd always been able to afford first class. The thought of coach had never even crossed her mind.
She gritted her teeth and refrained from yanking her hair out or putting a fist through the airport walls.
As she stepped back in line, she made a mental note to kill Edward. She was only doing this because of him, to try and go see if Bella was alive, since Edwards's sanity, criminal record, and potentially his life were in danger, but she seriously doubted the life part, if he continued his suicide attempts in similar ways.
As Alice moved forward in line, the man behind her stumbled over a cord on the floor and fell into her.
"Yeah, sorry dude…" he mumbled, but then he looked up.
He gaped at Alice, noticing her supernatural beauty.
"Hey gorgeous", he said, straightening up.
"Um, hi", she tried to step around the man but he wouldn't move out of the way, he stood still, staring at her, a dazed expression on his face.
Losing patience, Alice finally shoved him out of the way, which made the man snap out of his love-daze.
He didn't seem to mind being shoved into a pillar by her, in fact, as he moved to the end of the line, she heard him muttering about being shoved by an angel.
She rolled her eyes and stepped forward.
She handed the ticket taker her ticket and tapped her foot impatiently, not even noticing the small crater she had made in the floor.
"Your passport, miss?", asked the young man.
"What?", Alice exclaimed. She couldn't believe it. Her passport was still in the Cullen penthouse in Manhattan. She had been so agitated between Edwards idiotic failures of suicide attempts and Bella's supposed death that she'd completely forgotten her passport. Even she couldn't run fast enough to go retrieve her passport and still make the plane.
Alice decided to turn on the charm and gave a dazzling smile to the ticket man.
Alice suppressed a giggle as the man stuttered and fell backwards. She turned to walk towards the doors to the plane, but found the mans arm blocking her.
"Your passport?", he inquired.
Alice swore quietly and shot another gorgeous smile at the man, and discreetly passed him a hundred dollar bill.
"That is my passport, now let me through", she said quietly.
"O-of c-course, miss", he said, sneakily pocketing the money and ushering Alice onboard.
Alice walked down the aisle of the plane, looking for seat 32E.
Once she found it, if she were human, she definitely would have fainted.
32E was a middle seat.
In the seat to the left was a weepy, red-faced teenage girl who was steadily making use of a packet of travel tissues and who had the window down. To the right was an overweight man who was munching on a chocolate bar, and had smears of chocolate on his face, hands, and shirt.
"You thitting here, mith?", he asked her, his words muffled through his mouthful of candy.
"Uhm, no", she replied, nearly gagging at how he sprayed chocolate when he talked.
There was no way Alice was sitting with those two. She loved Edward, but not that much.
She paused to consider her options, a plan forming in her mind.
Carlisle never would have done it, she knew, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Twenty minutes later, Alice was leaning back in a luxurious, leather, first-class seat. She smiled at the memory of how she'd gotten it.
Alice walked the aisles of the first-class seating area, and finally, she found a target. A teenage boy was sitting alone in a row.
He was nerdy looking, and was even wearing a pocket protector, and was reading a comic book.
As Alice walked towards him, he made a disgusting snorting sound and pushed his thick, geeky-looking coke-bottle glasses up his nose.
"Hey", Alice said, sitting down next to him.
The boy looked up, a surprised look coming over his face. He quickly took off his glasses and rubbed them on his shirt, then put them back on, and peered at Alice again.
"H-hey", he said, snorting again.
Alice smiled, and the boy dropped his comic book.
As Alice pretended to be interested in what the boy was saying about his comic book, something about x-men from Mars with lasers, she knew he had to go.
"Wow, that's so fascinating!", Alice lied through her teeth, cutting through the boys monologue, something about spacemen and world domination and action figures.
Alice leaned closer to him, and unzipped her sweatshirt.
"Do you think you could do me a favor?", she asked him, and stared into his dishwater colored eyes. She smiled again.
"Uh, m-maybe", he stammered, eyes locked on her face.
Alice braced herself, then leaned forward and kissed him quickly, hoping that Jasper wouldn't mind, since it was a matter of life and death.
Alice gagged as she pulled away, wiping her lips off on a barf bag.
Thankfully, the boy didn't notice, his eyes were clouded and he had an expression of dazed bliss on his face.
Taking advantage of this, Alice moved his luggage at vampire speed to her seat at 32E, and shoved the boy down the aisle to his new seat.
The boy, whose name was Brian, often nicknamed "Loser" at school was practically in shock.
First, the most gorgeous girl he had ever met in his life had come up to him and started talking to him, and then she had kissed him!
Not that he'd ever tell anyone (or ever have anyone to tell), he was 18 and had never been kissed before.
Now, he was sitting in some crappy, second-class seat between a fat, chocolate junkie and a weepy teenage girl who had run out of travel tissues and was now sobbing into a barf bag. And Brian had practically no recollection of how he'd gotten there. And where was the hot girl?
He sighed. Well, he could at least try to make the flight more bearable. He turned to the weepy girl.
"Hey, do you like comic books?"
Alice grabbed a bottle of disinfectant out of her purse, and rubbed it over her lips. Though she did have to kiss a loser now and then to get what she wanted, the first class seat had definitely been worth it.
"I love being a vampire", she whispered.
Please review! Sorry if this chapter wasn't as funny as the previous ones, but I promise the next one will be! Next chapter is in the works!