The Lamborghini screeched to a stop and Jacob and I ran to it. We slid into the black leather interior of the backseat.

We were at an airport in a matter of minutes. We walked into the large glass doors to absolute silence, except for the soft tapping of keys on a keyboard. We walked toward the front desk of a sleepy women wearing a uniform.

"We need a flight to America, and we're in a bit of a hurry," Mom said, her eyes smoldering. "Do you have any flights scheduled for any time soon?"

The lady furrowed her eyebrows.

"Inserisci il testo da tranwe bisogno di un biglietto aereo per americaslate qui," my father said quickly. I didn't have a clue what he was saying.

"Im sorry il volo successivo รจ al mattino," she replied.

"Che ora l'aereo al decollo?" he said as he rubbed his forehead.

"Orologio cinque 'o'."

"Grazie."

"Il mio piacere," the woman said as she slyly looked over my father and smiled.

"What the hell was that?" Jake asked Dad as we walked back to the stolen Lamborghini.

"Was what?" he replied.

"You speak Italian?"

"Sort of," dad remarked.

"God, what can't you do," Jake rolled his eyes.

"Lots," he said as he wrapped his arm around my mother's waist and leaned in to kiss her cheek but they continued to walk forward.

I smiled to myself and wished suddenly I knew what they were all thinking about. I hadn't realized I had slowed my pace.

"C'mon, Nessie!" Jake called as he held the car door open for me.

I grinned and ran toward him. I hopped in the car and he slid in after me.

"So when is the next plane, Dad?"

"It's not till five."

"But it's like," I glanced at the glowing digital clock in front of me,"three! What'll we do until then?"

"Are you guys hungry?" Mom turned to ask Jacob and I. Mom had been being very maternal toward Jake and me lately, since a few months ago before I even arrived in Volterra. Weird.

I shook my head vigorously. When was the last time I had real food? I couldn't recall. Not that I would prefer human over my usual diet, but my dad's cooking was really good. I mean really good. Anyhoo, I wouldn't dare eating this late at night-or rather early in the morning. My stomach was too weak.

I looked to my left and saw Jacob nodding. When was he not hungry!

"Of course," Dad murmured. Jacob's stomach growled as if to emphasis on his words.

We pulled into some twenty-four-hour italian drive through place. A very annoyed sounding teenager said something in italian and my father answered him in the foreign tongue. Dad then ordered enough food for a feast, which, no doubt, Jacob would eat every bit of.

We drove aimlessly around the city. Jake probably got a kick out of that-speeding two hundred miles per hour through a gorgeous city. Mom had been looking through the CDs stored in the little glove compartment. Finally she pulled out a purple case and flipped it open. She put the CD in the cars stereo and turned the volume up a little.

The song was soft. The electric guitar in the background just strummed in harmony with the girl's soft girlie voice. I fell asleep with my head leaning on Jacob's warm shoulder.

"Hun," Jacob's raspy voice said. He shook my shoulder gently when I didn't respond. "Ness," he said flatly. He shook me harder. "Ne-es!" He groaned my nickname making it two syllables.

"Oh, for the love of god, Jake, what?!" I asked but kept my eyes shut.

He chuckled to my annoyance and said, "We're at the airport. Nice dream, by the way."

"You listened?! Jacob, I hate that and you know it!" He grinned sheepishly.

"But there so interesting," he said with a wondering look in his dark eyes. I puled my arm up like I was going to touch his cheek but I slapped him instead, knowing it wouldn't hurt him. Jacob was like an older brother. The best, most cocky older brother anyone had ever had. I never gave much thought to the whole imprinting thing. It seemed totally natural that Jake had to be in my life I had known him quite literally my whole life. I suddenly came out of my reverie when I remembered the matter at hand.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

I sat up in the car and got out reluctantly and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Where exactly are we going in America. We can't possibly stay in the same place! What do they want with me anyway? My gift can't be used as an advantage in battle..."

"Shhh. Everything'll be fine. We're flying to the U.S. Then, we'll stay in Denali with Tanya."

His assurance wasn't as convincing as it should have been. "But Demetri-"

"Won't be able to find us as long as Bella can keep her shield up," he interrupted, already knowing my thoughts. "C'mon now." He reached for my hand and pulled me out. I got out and stretched my arms out above me.

We walked into the familiar airport. My dad got tickets and we were on the plane in no time.

My dad's phone buzzed as the plane took off. "You know, you're not supposed to have cell phones on planes. It could mess with the radio frequency and the plane would crash and we'd all die," I said in my best know-it-all voice.

Dad snorted and flipped the phone open. "Alice?" a short pause. "Perfect were on our way back now," a second cessation. "Thank you." Dad shut the phone and stuffed it back in his pocket.

"What'd she say?" Jacob asked before I could.

"The rest of the Volturi are on their way to Volterra. We're lucky we left when we did. Aro won't be happy with Alec after finding out that we got away from him and his miniscule guard."

I was then reminded of weak and human Gianna. I buried my face in my dad's jacket that he had draped over me after he saw me shiver.

"She'll be okay," Dad promised me and held my hand. He began to sing my song. One of the few that he wrote lyrics for according to my mom.

"Stumbling on reasons that are far and few

I'd let it all come down and then some for you

Pretty baby don't you leave me

I have been saving smiles for you

pretty baby why can't you see

you're the one that I belong to

I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm

for you're the sun that breaks the storm

I'll be alright and I'll sleep sound

as long as you keep comin' around, pretty baby

And I know things can't last forever

but there are lessons that you'll never learn

oh just the scent of you it makes me smile

so it's alway you that makes me better ..."

Of course he knows that the song never fails to put me to sleep and it didn't falter this time either.