Chapter #3 - We Come In Peaces

The next day was spent in preparation for our trip to Europe. Several times, Blondie looked like she was gonna slap me silly, or Edward would pull me aside and try to persuade me for the umpteenth time to 'save myself the trouble and not come.' Direct quote from Mr. Twinkle. But, being as stubborn as I am, I plugged my ears and deliberately started humming.

Bella was going to stay in Forks with Renesmee and some huge guy that seemed a bit to close to the child. I never got around to asking about that strange relationship.

All my packing was done as soon as I returned from town. I made a quick stop by the local clothing department to, uh, 'borrow' some extra clothes for the trip. Heck, the only clothes I had before this were the ones I wore at the moment. I 'borrowed' a flannel shirt, jeans, and a nice white halter-top sundress. Good enough for me.

Three cars, and I admit that they were all really nice (very shiny), were driven to the airport. It was like everyone needed his or her own car. Well, except me. I can't put up with small, enclosed spaces. So I took to the sky and rode some nice updrafts, all the way down to Portland, Oregon – since that was the closest airline that would take us to Europe.

Once we were all on the plane, I felt surrounded, trapped. The plane took off and began its ten-hour journey, and I was clutching the armrests and trying not to hyperventilate. My wings were kept tightly pressed to my back beneath my bulky overcoat; I knew this would get very uncomfortable, very soon.

There was only one way to pass the time….

After maybe three and a half hours, I turned to Edward, who, again sat at my side. I was seated closest to the isle, so I wasn't encircled, which made me feel a whole lot better. But it was still pretty bad.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I was I was interrupted by Grumples.

"You need to realize how serious this is. Now cut it out, or I'll do it for you."

Cut what out? My heart? Aha. I rolled my eyes as he lay back in his seat again, looking annoyed.

"Well, if your gonna die – and I'm not saying you will – you might as well have some fun." I folded my arms, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. "So who was that big guy?"

"What big guy?"

"The one that was looking at the kid—"

"—Renesmee—"

"—looking at Renesmee like she was something to eat?"

Edwardo frowned. "Jacob."

"He's not a vampire, is he?"

"No. He's a werewolf."

I sniggered, skepticism practically flying off of me in sparks. "A werewolf? What next? Am I gonna meet a leprechaun or something?" Seriously, wherever I went, there was weird, weirder, and more weird than I.

Edward shrugged.

"Oh, come on. I've meet people with huge pointy ears – and I, myself, have wings. So now there are werewolves?"

He shrugged again. "Yes."

Well, I guess this didn't surprise me all that much. To tell the truth, the word 'werewolf' reminded me of Erasers.

What are Erasers, you ask? Well, they come from my history of this place called 'the School.' You see, I had avian DNA grafted into my own, hence the wings. I am two percent bird. I prefer the term 'Avian-American.'

Anywho, the School created Erasers by mixing human and wolf DNA. These recombinant life forms look like sexy male models when in human form. But, they can morph into huge ugly wolf things that loved to kill everything that crossed paths with them. I've only had a few experiences with them, but I'll tell you – they're freaking vicious. The whole reason I'd been in Forks the last couple of days was because those creeps have been stalking me all over the United States for, like, ever.

That thought made me stiffen in my overstuffed chair. The killings weren't caused by the sparkling vampires or the (Phfft…) werewolves, but the Erasers! They'd probably found me. But why were they killing people? I guess I wouldn't put it past them… they were monsters, after all. I'd brought the destruction upon that town, and no doubt several others that I'd managed to take refuge within.

I felt Edward's auburn eyes searching my face, probably even searching my mind. He was well aware of my realization now, this I knew. He was scowling at me. I looked at him; saw him about to say something. I interrupted.

"I'm sorry!" I said, trying to keep my voice low. "I should have gone somewhere else."

He sighed. "Don't be. Listen, you got us into this mess, but I'm taking us out. These 'Erasers' are probably not half of what I've scene from the Quileute pack."

"Eh…" was all I felt like. Eh. I huffed, getting up.

"Where are you going?" He muttered, looking worn.

"Gotta pee." I replied quickly, hurrying off down the narrow isle.

I took off my jacket once I was in the tiny compact bathroom, spreading my wings as much as the walls would allow. I leaned my forehead against one of the walls as it all caught up to me.

Vampires. Werewolves. Leprechauns. Wow. Oh, hang on – no leprechauns. My bad. Dang, I'm getting extremely confused. A lot of folklore, lately, had proven to be reality, and I was beginning to wonder about my mental stability. This was al ridiculously… well, there's no word for it, as far as my vocabulary extends.

I did myself a favor and inhaled deeply through my nose, but found myself gagging, my face twisted with repulsion. Eww. Remind me not to do that again!

I found myself holding my breath as I pulled my jacket on, and rather quickly exited the tiny putrid room. What I wouldn't give to be outside of the plane altogether.

I picked my way back to my seat, then was quiet for a while. I tried not to bug the Cullens, but eventually, boredom won me over.

I sneaked a look at Edward. He looked at me as soon as he felt my eyes on him, and I quickly looked down at a magazine in my lap that I'd been reading. He resumed his endless stare toward the window, and I looked up again.

"Poke," I said, and I prodded the side of his head with a finger. He ignored me, but I saw his muscles tense.

I tried again. "Po—"

"What is your problem?" He hissed, suddenly fuming.

I shrugged, pursing my lips casually. "Boredom. You. Being in a plane with over fifty other people and an outrageously smelly bathroom. What do you expect?"

"I expect you to behave like a human being."

"You're not a human being."

"But you are," he retorted.

I stopped myself from correcting him and was silent for several minutes. This pretty much set the mood for the rest of the ride, with the exception of my sleeping for maybe four hours total. How fun it is to ride on a plane for ten hours straight with fifty people plus seven vampires, right?