*DISCLAIMER* I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THE WONDERFUL, AWESOME, AND FABULOUS STEPHENIE MEYER DOES!!!
EDWARD'S POV
It almost feels like I will never get to Bella, on the way to the airport Carlisle called saying that the Volturi were on our tail and that we need to drive to our old house in Oregon. Jeez how many houses does Carlisle have? After giving me directions he hung up, leaving me to my thoughts of my angel. What is she doing now? Is she happy or just as miserable as I am? I wish I knew, but even with this little detour I know that I will see her angelic face, her chocolate colored eyes, her blushes, and smell her remarkable scent soon, I know Carlisle has a trick or two up his sleeve.
So what seemed a thousand hours later we were in Astoria, Oregon. When I got to the house I thought that some how we ended back in Forks. The house looked the same and the landscape looked the same only wilder since no one has been taking care of the landscape for a long time. We all went into the house and gathered in the living room after we ripped off the sheets on the couches and sat down Carlisle began to talk softly so know one outside could here. "I have a plan but we only have a small window of opportunity to do it in. Since next week is the Volturi's annual New Years ball, they will need everyone there; so what we need to do is some how we need to get to the Bermuda Triangle…"
"Why there?" boomed Emmet. Everyone shushed him.
"Not so loud you idiot," said Rosalie smacking him on the head.
"Yeah do you want everyone to hear you," whispered Alice. Everyone looked at me wondering if anyone heard him, I went through the minds of everyone within a ten mile radius. I heard the trackers luckily they didn't hear Emmet and I shook my head.
"So anyway," continued Carlisle, "does everyone know about mysterious things that happens in the Triangle?" We all shook our heads yes. "Well everything that disappears has to go somewhere; everything goes to a room in the witch's castle. They get a special signal when some thing comes in and investigate it to see if there is something important or if it was someone who accidentally was transported. They say they have a fun keeping the Triangle mysterious. So we have to get to the Triangle without the trackers knowing." Right after we finished we heard a lot thump, we all knew it was the Volturi so Carlisle mouthed "follow my lead." He said at a normal volume "so since it's going to be sunny for a while how about we go to Esme Island, how about ya'll unpack while I make the arrangements." We all said that was a good idea and started unpacking knowing full well that we'll see this stuff again because the witches can get it. We also know that because of what we're doing we are going to have to stay at the castle for some time. After a few days at staying at the house we headed off, the flight to Houston wasn't that bad, but the flight to Rio de Janeiro was bad on the count it was so long. I did nothing but think of my Angel, wanting so much to be able to hold her and never let go, to kiss her, and to never let anything bad happen to her, I miss her so much. After what seemed like an eternity we finally landed right at dusk. After we got our bags we haled two taxis to take use to the marina, where our boat is stored.
We were finally on the tropical island, since we had to stay on the island for a few days the others took the advantage to relax. I on the other hand stayed in the house trapped in my own misery which is not being with Bella. This is at least a million times worse than when I made that terrible mistake to leave her so she can have a normal life. Finally we left the island leaving all our stuff and flew to Bermuda. The tropical touristy island was beautiful but not as beautiful as my angel. After Carlisle miraculously bought a boat we were off to the Triangle. When we started sailing the weather was clear but when we got to the Triangle the weather turned very foggy. There was a huge jolt, a flash of light, and then there was a big popping noise and suddenly we were in a room the size of the Smithsonian's Air and Space Museum (the one that houses the HUGE planes like the Concord). Its contents were every disappearance of the Bermuda Triangle like the planes from Flight 19, USS Cyclops, etc. While we were all admiring the objects, there came a voice, "finally Carlisle we were beginning to worry you wouldn't show up."
I hope that everyone had a great Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanza, or whatever you celebrate this time of year. HAPPY 2009!!!! I know it's not my best work but I have had a stupid cold for the past 2 weeks so my creative writing isn't present at the moment but I promised ya'll a chapter before school starts again. SO PLEASE REVIEW!!!!