Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer
A/N: Okay, I know, I know. This Chapter is WAAAAY over due! But once again my pc is having a mind of its own (I suspect its pmsing...) Anyway, this Chapter is slightly longer than the last one (but not as long as I hoped it would be. But still, enjoy =) And I'd like to wish Emma Watson a Happy Birthday (for the 15th of April) and I'd like to say I'm sooooo happy that Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince is showing two days earlier than originally! Whoot!
Right, back to Twilight...
Chapter 6: Across the Boarder
We slowed down to a walk when we saw the border gates a few meters ahead of us.
"Jacob." Dad addressed him, "I think you'd better phase back in order to get over here. It'll be difficult in you wolf form."
Jacob nodded and treated back to a thicket of trees we'd just passed, but my attention was on the fence.
"We're going to climb over that?" I asked.
"Yes," replied Granddad.
"But…but what about the main gates?" I queried, "Don't we have to get our passports signed and stamped?"
"Oh, we've already seen to that," answered Aunt Alice, rummaging through one of the suitcases. When she found what she was looking for, she tossed the lot at us – one to each of us. They were our passports.
I opened my unused one to find several stamps and signatures on the one page.
Of course Max must have done these for us – he would do ANYTHING for us.
"Oh, and we need to get rid of these ones," she added, pulling out another stack of passports. She put them on the ground in a pile and pulled out a lighter which she used to set the pile alight. It looked like a little bonfire as the flames licked the paper and melted the plastic. The heat from the fire was challenged by heat coming from behind me.
Jake had returned from the thicket and had just caught his passport which Uncle Jasper had thrown at him.
We both watched as the mini bonfire died out – from all the crackling and hissing to a few pops, from flames to ash, smoke to thin wisps. We were distracted thanks to Uncle Emmet, who was already on the other side of the fence, waving impatiently at us.
"Yes, it's a fire. Oooh," he ooh-ed sarcastically, "Yes, it does tend to burn things it comes across. Aaaah." He sounded like one of those silly children on those dreadful cartoons Mum and Dad used to make me watch when I was a few months old.
I heard Dad chuckle under his breath.
"Well, don't just there! Toss some of those-"
Uncle Jazz and Aunt Rose acted simultaneously to satisfy (or shut up) Uncle Emmet by tossing all the bags over the fence. He, of course, caught them all without any difficulty.
Uncle Jasper and Aunt Rose were the next over the border, climbing at lightning speed – they reminded me of the way spiders moved.). Aunt Alice followed them, landing perfectly in Jasper's waiting arms. Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma Esme left us and climbed over.
Mum, Dad and Jacob looked at me with concern… CONCERN?! What the hell? This was just climbing over the fence and I'd done stuff like this before! And if I could jump out a plane, then climbing over a border fence was a walk in the park.
I gave my parents a disapproving look and grinned at Jake.
"Race you to the other side."
He returned the grin, "One…"
"Two…"
"Three! Go!"
Of course our race lasted about three seconds with our speed. After a bit of a disagreement as to who came first, Aunt Alice concluded, "It was a tie."
"Don't worry," I said to Jake, "I'll win the next one."
"Sure, sure," he replied.
"So, which direction will we be travelling in now?" asked Grandma Esme.
"Well, we're Limpopo right now," said Uncle Jasper. Limpopo? "So we should carry down South."
"Okay," said Emmet, "Let's go." And he dashed off into the distance with a few bags. Aunt Rose threw me a smile and dashed off after him.
"Let's not race now," I murmured to Jake. I could feel the exhaustion starting to take over my body. Too much racing was not good for me…
'Ah, too scared I'll beat you?" he teased.
I rolled my eyes at him as if to say "yeah, right" and dashed off in Uncle Emmet's direction. I could hear Jake chuckle and transform so he could catch up. I ran alongside Alice as I waited for him to return.
"When do you think we'll reach the hotel" I asked her.
"In about n hour at the most," she replied.
'Oh, goody," I sighed. I wanted to get to bed soon. All this running was wearing me out.
"You're going to love this place," Aunt Alice carried on, "It's right by the beach and the weather is warm. Perfect for swimming."
"The sea?" I asked, "Wait, what about the sunlight? Won't we sparkle here?"
"Yes," she replied, "but we'll stay indoors during those sunny days. We'll go to the beach at night or early in the morning before sunrise."
"And the best times to go will be when there's really stormy weather," added Uncle Jasper.
"Yeah, surfing those waves are gonna be awesome!" called Uncle Emmet."And the best part is that there won't be any life guards around to tell us what to do!"
A bark in agreement came from behind me. Jake had finally caught up.
"Finally," I teased, "I thought you were never going to make it."
He barked in disagreement and nudged my leg softly with his nose.
About five minutes later we could see light ahead of us, but we stuck in the shadows of the trees keeping up our speed. We didn't want people seeing us now, running at abnormal speeds.
Then finally, forty-five minutes later, we made it to our destination; The Durban Spa Hotel, in Durban, Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa – as Dad had mentioned along the way. He also said that we'd just been in two different countries and three different provinces in the one. Provinces in South Africa are like our states back in America.
Jake had transformed back into his human form before we reached the beach, before he could be seen as a wolf.
When we got to the beach, the smell of salt and the sea draft hit us, the wind playing with my hair. The sound of the crashing waves on the shore filled my ears, calming me the same way the La Push waves do. Maybe the waves were a bit too calming at the moment, as they made me feel sleepier.
"Hey, wait till we get to the hotel room before you crash," teased Uncle Emmet as Jake supported me when I almost fell over.
And finally after check in and some explanation as to why we checked in at an ungodly hour, I walked into our chalet, dropped whatever I was holding on the floor and plopped on the bed. The last thing I heard was my Uncles' chuckling and my mum closing the door…
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