Forks, Washington - The following month
"We managed to find her" Edward informed Jacob and Renesmee, his jaw set tight, eyes unreadable.
"Daddy, you know we've been trying our best to find her-" Renesmee started to plead, ringing her hands in frustration.
Edward raised his, palms facing his daughter "Let's not get into that right now, shall we" Edward cut her off, his voice cool.
"Our efforts-" he gestured to Bella, who was standing alongside her husband and to the rest of the Cullens who were also present "Have finally paid off. We lost track of Sarah shortly before Aro was killed. We have no idea where she went, or who she was with, and that made things difficult"
Jacob frowned, worry etched into his features "But you just said you'd found her! How- what- please say you still know where she is?" He almost begged.
"Oh don't worry Jacob!" Alice beamed despite the clear tension in the room "We haven't lost her again, in fact she's closer than you think"
Rage burned through him "You think this is funny?! What are you going to do, present her like some kind of game show host?"
Jake's hands balled into fists and he started to shake with raw fury, how dare they dangle precious information about his daughter In front if him, like a carrot on a stick! "What's going on Alice!?" He demanded
"Don't you speak to her like that dog! We are the ones who have been searching relentlessly for her, not you!" Rosalie hissed.
Jacob was on his feet in the blink of an eye, his shaking intensified. Red mist beginning to cloud his vision of the blonde leech In front of him.
"Hunny, please" Renesmee begged, laying a cool hand on him, her voice dropping to almost a whisper "the kids.."
Both jake and Nessie's eyes landed on the three children in the room, whiteness to everything.
Jakes trembling began to slow, but his eyes gave away just exactly how angry he still was.
"Cut to the chase" he snapped at Edward, grinding his teeth hard enough to make his jaw ache.
"Very well" Edward began "Sarah, your first born child, your daughter. You remember her? I'm sure you must-"
"That is enough!" Carlisle exclaimed "If you two can not be civilised then maybe you should not be present"
Before Jacob could interrupt he continued
"I know full well that you are her father, and that you-" his eyes landed on Edward "Are her grand father but for the sake of everyone involved, please remain calm"
Both Jacob and Edward realised that this was a warming, more than a request.
"How is she closer than we all think? Where's Sarah?" The most un likely of people- Jacob and Renesmee's second born child- Jacob Junior asked calmly from his place with his younger brothers across the room.
"I'm glad you ask Jj" Carlisle smiled warmly at his great grandson "Sarah is in Seattle, as of this afternoon"
Sarah's pov
Y'know that film, Home Alone, When the mother and all the family are running through the air port to the song, Run Run Rudolf? Yeah, well picture that now.
Myself; Jesse, Roxy, Roxy's boyfriend Ben and my boyfriend Luke are all running through the terminal at Heathrow.
"Oh my god, I can barely breathe!" Roxy complains as we finally arrive at the departure gate.
Luke and Ben grunt, trying to catch their breath without actually showing any signs of distress.
"Girl, I told you we should have left sooner!" Jesse adds for good measure.
I shoot him a dirty look as i throw my bag on the belt of the x-ray machine, and try and catch my breath.
"Well if someone, meaning you!" I shove him "Didn't get us all drunk last night, we would have got up sooner and hangover free!" I groan.
He laughs, throwing his bag on next "I didn't force you to drink" he's smug now because he knows I have no answer to that.
"Oh fucking shut it!" I hiss quietly as I step through the security scanner and a security guard waves a wand over me.
We get the all clear and head for the bus that will take us to the steps of the plane.
"I never get why they do this for some flights, and yet they have the tunnel thing for others. Are they trying to say something about our social status?" Jesse complains
"Tunnel thing?" Roxy sniggers "It's called a gang way dumbass!"
We sit there silently, watching the life of the airport on the outside- from the safety of the bus.
Planes take off and land with only seconds in between, little golf buggies wizz past pulling trailers piled high with suitcases and for a while it holds our attention.
The rain is pouring down outside, and the bus is crammed full of warm bodies making the windows steam up. I draw a sad face in the condensation, and feel Luke's arm wrap around my waist.
"What's wrong babes?" He asks quietly, his breath fanning over the side of my face.
"I think I'm dying" I whine pathetically, leaning into him "this hangover is killing me and I'm so thirsty I'm about to lick the condensation off the windows, just for something to drink!"
He laughs un-sympathetically "I told you it was a bad idea Sar! Anyway, cheer up! We're going on holiday!"
"It's hardly a holiday if you're leaving a country where it rains all the time, to go to a place where - oh yeah- rains all the time!"
"Stop moaning!" Roxy hisses, digging me in the ribs.
We're sitting on the plane now, and I'm sandwiched between Luke and Jesse. At least all five of us managed to bag seats together in one long row.
I watch quietly as Jesse browses through the magazine that's tucked in the pouch on the back of the seat in front.
"How much Is a lemonade?" I ask Jesse, he flips the pages looking for the drink selection "hold on-" i warm "don't tell me yet, let me prepare!"
Jesse laughs lightly "Shut up bitch! Look-" he shows me the magazine "only £3"
"Only!? Are you fucking serious? Who pays £3 for a bottle of pop!"
"You" he grins "unless you want to die of thirst for the next eight hours?"
Ben leans forward and kindly adds "Could even be longer, depending on the wind"
"Fuck sake" i grumble
"Cheer up babe!" Like chirps from beside me
"No!" I snap.
I know I'm being miserable but I'm too hungover to care.
Once the planes in the air and my thirst is quenched everything settles down. People plug in their head phones to listen to music or watch a film, some people even get out laptops and iPads.
I pull my bag down from the over head, getting out my pencil's and sketch pad. I snap the table down In front of me, and flip through the pages to the piece I've been working on- a pencil drawing of a half man, half wolf face.
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