ALRITE well I had to update, it's just too much fun to write! Oh BTW Lizzy is 13, I was gonna make her 14 but I didn't want Bella to be TOO old. Ok and also, I had part of this written last night but the thing is… I somehow caught stomach virus and between midnight and 6 am I was throwing up non-stop so forgive me for not having this out sooner.
I tried to get my feet to move when the man had his head down by Mom's neck, but I couldn't move. I wanted desperately to save her!
"Please! I'll give anything!" I thought. My lips wouldn't work.
Mom's words became coherent enough that I could hear what she said; she gasped one word, and one word alone.
"Edward!" her hands locked in his hair and she screamed in pain once more.
Edward. Where had I heard that before? I can't put my finger on it…
Suddenly Edward rose to his feet, when I blinked he was suddenly behind me. He leaned down and sank his teeth into my throat.
My eyes were shut tight as I waited for the pain; it took me all of two seconds to realize it was a dream. Without opening my eyes (I was still shocked from the realistic state my dream had) I felt the grass beneath my fingers, I recalled what happened last night. I suddenly felt as if I wasn't alone.
Oh please, god please, please, please don't be Dad!
I popped one eye open to see someone hovering over me.
Someone, I had never met before.
Someone who seemed so familiar.
Someone that had starred in my dreams.
Edward Cullen.
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E POV (a day earlier)
I'd been curled up in the fetal position for who knows how long; I'd been thinking non-stop of Bella, it wasn't helping the situation at all. My breathing quickened every time I thought of Bella's luscious hair, her soft brown eyes…
UGH! NO! STOP THINKING LIKE THAT! She's better off this way! I know she is!
Outside the attic's small round window, the rhythm of the walkers hummed through the air, I focused in closer desperate for a distraction
Thump, thump, thump…
Bella, Bella, Bella…
Ah! I can't take it any longer! I flew up, and rammed through the door, and darted out of the abandoned house. I weaved in between crowds until I got to the Brazilian airport. I all but ran to the counter.
"Oi para saudar-" (English: Hi welcome to-)
"Preciso de um vôo para Washington nos Estados Unidos!" (English: I need a flight to Washington in the United States)
"Uh ... Um voo para Port Angeles sai ao meio-dia, de primeira classe ou de autocarro?" (English: Uh… a flight to Port Angeles leaves at noon, first class or coach?)
"Primeira classe." (English: First class) The woman printed the ticket and handed it to me; unbearably slowly if you asked me.
"Espere no Terminal oito, obrigado e tenham um bom dia." (English: Wait in Terminal eight, thank you and have a nice day.)
"Obrigado" (English: thank you)
I walked away from the stunned employee and went to take my seat at terminal eight. I looked at my watch.
10 am. Sigh. I better get comfortable, it's going to be a long wait. I settled in and let myself drown in thoughts and memories of Bella…
I'm sorry it's super short but I am still very sick and write any more. Ill update as soon as possible.