Believe it or not, this chapter was based on a really weird dream I had. Hey - at least my insanities are inspiring:)

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Our bags were all packed and ready to go. We were just waiting on John to come home from school. I glanced at the clock several times a second. I was so excited about our first holiday together as a family; it meant so much to me. Mícheál didn't seem as pushed about me wanting to adopt a human child but he did anything to make me happy. I was so ecstatic when Mícheál started to bond with John I couldn't stop smiling for weeks. The bloodlust never went away over the years, but it faded slightly. It meant that I could now go into public places without starting a murder spree.

Mícheál was almost as happy as I was about our little getaway. He was keen on visiting the house of Joan of Arc, he had heard of her affairs while he was travelling with the Volturi and was intrigued by her visions.

We bustled around the room, short of rearranging the furniture in anticipation. Finally, John burst through the door and flew into his room to change. Minutes later, we left the apartment for the train station. The wind was so strong that it almost blew that hat off my head, which was secured with pins. This annoyed me, I was going to have to fix my hair again when we arrived in our carriage. We hurried down towards the train station as fast as we could at a normal human pace. We laughed and joked the way through the grey Paris streets.

Finally, we arrived. I gave our luggage to a bell-boy while Mícheál organised tickets and seating. This was my first train journey and I was excited. I jumped and pointed at the most seemingly ordinary things like conductors, ticket office, etc. I was especially impressed by the new steam trains. Being from a previous era, I became both fascinated and overwhelmed by new technological advances.

We seated ourselves at the café while we waited. There were quite a few people around. I had hunted only two days ago and I was already starting to struggle to keep myself civilised. An old man was seated two metres away from me and I couldn't help focusing on the throbbing vein on his neck. Venom swirled in my mouth as I imagined biting into his frail old neck and tapping into his deliciously sweet life force. The wind changed direction and I was released from his tantalising scent. I took a deep breath and held it. It wouldn't help if I started a rampage here, it was too public and the Volturi were sure to hear about it. I knew that Mícheál was a bit too paranoid at times, but it made sense to not make a scene.

John looked at me worryingly; he must have noticed my internal battle. I wanted to hug him, to reassure him, but I still wasn't under control and I wouldn't forgive myself if I killed him like my own family. I smiled back instead.

I could smell smoke in the distance, the train was arriving. We got up and moved toward the platform. I looked around for the bellboy to arrange our luggage, but he was nowhere to be seen. The platform was getting crowded and I had to concentrate to control myself. I was concentrating so hard that I failed to notice that people were running around crazily. Mícheál seemed to trying as hard as I was to not feed, while John was studying his ticket.

Suddenly, the train ploughed into the station and I realised why people were running. The train was out of control, it was on fire. I looked to Mícheál with fear in my eyes then turned to John and went to grab him, a second too late.

The train exploded in front of us, sending us flying into the station.

There was fire, blood, bodies, smoke and rubble everywhere.

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