Chapter #3 - We Come in Pieces
Ah, yes. The thrill of freedom. So peaceful.
Nice updrafts cradled me in the sky, the warm sun hitting my back and wings. I had the pleasure of doing a few loops, nose-dives, all that fun stuff. Until I turned around to see a huge jet in my face. I braced myself for impact; there was no time to move. I shut my eyes tightand waited. All I felt in the next few seconds was a sharp quaking.
When I opened my eyes again, I looked up to see Edward shaking me.
"What?" I grumbled drowsily, blinking the dream away.
"Ride's over. Get up." He said, grabbing my bag from the luggage rack for me. How sweet.
"Arrawrawr…" I don't know what that was, but I said it around a yawn as I stretched. I slumped out of my seat and looked around. People were filing out of the plane, and we were the last ones to unload.
I jumped up and took my bag, swallowing another yawn.
"M'kay… move please," I mumbled sleepily and slipped around Edward. Outside, I looked around. Bring on the London-ish things. Unlike in my dream, there was a light drizzle and I was nowhere near warm. Damn. "Where to?" I asked once Edward joined us at the front of the airport.
"We'll get you something to eat, and then we have to plot out a few things until tomorrow," chirped Alice, and I shrugged. She was right, I was hungry; peanuts didn't satisfy a growing bird kid's stomach for long.
With the coming of the next three or four hours, I'd stuffed my face with Fish and Chips and some delicious British pastries (and a few other delicacies whose names I had no clue of, because the author barely knows anything about England) while Edward, Carlisle, and Alice planned out possible escape routes or whatever. Everyone else had left to hunt or something. But I sat in the shadows of the corner of the room, half daydreaming, half asleep, and another half (yes, a third half) watching Edward, just waiting for the chance to piss him off.
Oh, that reminds me, let me describe the setting. It was actually pretty funny really. Vampires apparently had a way of retreating into dark, underground rooms. It was almost medieval, considering the way that several candles lit up the stone walls of the cellar we were in. We'd managed to find an old-fashioned Shoppe building that was unoccupied.
I was sitting – upside down, I might add – on a torn and rugged sofa that had been shoved aside to make way for a table. On that table were several candles of various heights, which lit up about four or five pieces of paper sprawled out for the three to look tell the truth, the whole thing kind of got me thinking of Hogwarts.
So I just sat there, bored out of mind. From what I could see, on the candlelit table were the three letters, maybe a map of London, and a couple others that I didn't care much about. For all I cared, they were planning how we were going to attend our own funerals. I didn't know if Edward was going to try the whole Eraser explanation or not, but it still looked like we didn't have much of a chance.
"Hey… hey Edwardo?" I called, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. Still upside down. "There's this cool new thing called common sense. I mean, you may as well be planning how we're going to walk right in and shake hands with Death."
He snorted. "You still don't have to come. You still have a chance to save yourself."
"I can still save you guys, remember? I know all about the Erasers." I tried to sit upright, but I somehow found myself sprawled out on the floor in the next second. Graceful, right?
I yawned, then blinked at Edward.
"Is there anything else you would like to bug me about?" He asked, half turned back to the table.
"Yes." I kept a straight face. "Harry Potter called. He wants his dorm back." Now, that may not have been very funny to you, but you kind of had to be there to get it. Just the look of the room… yea.
Edward sighed and turned back to Alice and Carlisle.
I scrambled back into the chair and curled up, smiling as I did so. This would get interesting. Tomorrow, I might die. But tomorrow, I might take recognition as the girl who saved nine immortal lives. Cool.
I don't know why I was so happy at a time like this. I guess that was just me, making jokes even in the face of Death.
Funny so far? Yes? No?
Plz review, I wanna know if I'm good at mild humor.
EDIT: My comp crashed and erased EVERYTHING so I'll have to make you wait another week or so. So sorry ;)