A/N I feel I should apologise but we all know this will happen again. I honestly do try to update on time but it usually doesn't happen. To make it up to you I'm going to make this chapter extra long.
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Renesmee's POV
When I got off the plane I was semi-fuming. You'd think he would have taken a hint but no. Creepy aeroplane guy tried to molest me for the whole flight. I almost threw him out the window. Almost.
He thought 'no' meant 'yes' and 'piss off' meant 'take me I'm yours'. Pu-lees. Eventually I had to give him the good ol' 1-2. In his nuts. Stupid doucher.
There was slight turbulence as the plane descended, but other than that the flight was smooth. The windows were splatted with rain and I was glad I'd packed my coat (had to be prepared for my unknown destination).
When the flight attendant said we could de-board I grabbed my carry-on and was off the plan before creepy guy could even stand up. I collected my luggage from the rotating belt thing and made a bee line for the toilets. I missed my face.
There was a small gathering of women in the toilets, two women and a girl who looked about 7, so I went into a cubicle and waited 'till I heard their heartbeats fade into the hum that was the rest of the airport. I let the mask slim from my face like water and wiggled my face until it felt like my own again.
From the second I exited I could see my face reflected in the mirror and it felt like I could breathe again.
I left the toilets and went through the maze to leave the airport. I knew I would have to steal a car but I didn't want to leave anyone stranded at the airport so I planned to get a taxi somewhere else.
"Excuse me miss?"
I turned to the hesitant but friendly voice, which belonged to a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. He towered over me which would have intimidated most people except he had a friendly and open expression and I also knew I could snap him in half if I had to.
"Can I get you a taxi?" he grinned at me.
I tested a smile on him and heard his heart beat increase, I wasn't entirely sure why.
"Yes please . . . Geoffrey" I said reading his name tag.
He put two fingers in his mouth and gave a shrill whistle that made my ears ring. A yellow car that seen in pictures pulled up in front of us. Geoffrey opened the for me and put my suitcase in the trunk. I kept my carry-on.
I took his genuine kindness as a good omen and ignored the rainy weather. Seattle couldn't be to too bad if people like him lived here. But then again so did creepy guy.
"Where to sweetheart." a gruff voice coughed from the front seat. Thirty a day smoker I concluded.
"To the mall?" I said, trying to sound like I knew where I was going.
The car lurched forward and I checked my carry-on for the $29,600 I had left for my escape. I felt a little rush of adrenaline, because that's what it had been. An escape.
It took 15 minutes to get to the mall. He pulled up in the middle of the parking lot and I gave him $20. The ride only cost $15 but I was in a hurry. I had one pit stop before I got a car. I jogged into the mall just as I heard the squeal of the taxi driving away.
I stepped inside and was almost floored by the mass of bodies pulsing and rushing around the giant dome like building. My throat began to burn as the scents of beating hearts and perspiration hit me like a punch in the face. I stepped back outside into the cool air scented with rain. I took a deep breath and stepped back inside.
I tried to ignore it and began pushing my way through towards the bank. It was cooler in there and the constant whir of the air conditioner took away some of the smell of human blood and made the burn easier to handle. The que was small as it was wednesday so it was no more than a five minute wait behind a small old lady who tried to make conversation about her grandson.
I think she was trying to pimp me out because she spent most of the time going on about how handsome he was and how much money he earned as a fireman. Yeah right grandma, like I'm going anywhere near a guy who spends his time playing with fire.
"The banker will see you now."
I went into the tiny office and smiled at the old lady as she came out but it seemed as if her good mood was gone as she scowled at me.
Doesn't exactly inspire confidence.
I took a deep breath, put on my dazzling smile and stepped into the office, hopping to stun the banker into a good mood. It seemed to have worked as the mid 20's banker choked on a breath but soon his scowl was back into place, though it lacked the intensity it had before. He motioned for me to sit in the plush leather chair on the oposite side of his desk.
I lowered gracefully and once again watched his shock. He then glared at me, as though it were my fault he was so affected by me. He turned his attention to the computer on his desk and began vigorously typing (I think it was just so he didn't have to look at me).
"Hello, I'm Michael. How may I help you today?" He said, all the while staring at his computer screen.
"I'd like to transfer my money from my old bank account to a new one."
He glanced at me once, before looking back at his computer.
"How much money?" He sighed before reaching to take a drink from his half empty coffe cup. It looked like it hadn't been hot for a while.
"Seven hundred and twenty thousand euros, and I'll also need that converted into dollars."
"Escuse me?" Michael coughed out. I pretended to scratch my nose so I could cover my smile at his face. His eyes were bugged out and his face was turning an odd shade of purple.
Every member of the Volturi had seven hundred and fifty thousand in a bank account for them that was topped up regularly. I was no exception, though I had never had need to spend much of it before. Just the odd twenty euro's here and there.
He did some typing on his computer and began spluttering again.
"But that converts into over 900 thousand dollars. Where did you get that kind of money?" He look like a gold fish.
"It's family money.
...half an hour later...
I finally walked out of the mall. My new bank card and check book was in my purse and I had given my old card to the clerk to be destroyed. There was no point in keeping it and I knew the Volturi could use it in some way to track me.
The length of time I had been in the mall had caused me to be extremely thirsty when I came out. This on top of the lack of will power I had due to my prolonged time as a blond Australian meant that I had had a few close calls where I almost gave in to it.
I buried the deep burn in my throat in the back of my mind and tried to focus on the task at hand.
Now came the hard part. Choosing a car.
It didn't sound hard, but stealing a car had to be done right. I didn't want to steal a car with too much value or too little space. After all, I wanted to get my things out of Volterra as soon as possible. A truck would be best.
I walked up and down the lot looking for the perfect truck. I stopped in front of one and stared. It was a 2007 Toyota Tacoma Prerunner. I'd seen it in pictures Marcus looked at. He loved cars.
I stared inside the truck, examining all the details.
I then imagined myself inside and how it would look, then I 'Blinked' and there I was. Inside the truck. I thought really hard of the keys and imagined them in my hands and almost immediately felt the cool steel of keys in my hand.
My gift just made stealing too easy, but it wasn't a good thing. If anything it made me feel more guilty, like I was cheating the owner out of being robbed traditionally. I unlocked the door and got out, walking round so I faced the back of the truck.
I looked around, letting my vampire senses scan out to make sure there was no one nearby to see me. Then I took a deep breath, centered myself and imagined all the things I'd packed. My clothes, books, laptop and pictures, and I imagined them in the truck of the pick up.
Once again I could feel my spine tingle, but this time followed but the slow drain of energy that came from 'Blinking' over so much stuff.
I gasped a little as I fell against the back of the truck but I didn't have time to stop. If I stopped now I knew it would be harder to continue.
I forced myself into action and set about emptying the car of all the previous owner's stuff into an empty box. My one act of kindness in stealing the car.
Mike's POV
I was buried in bags as I lugged and stumbled my way to my truck. This is what I get for being home when my mom and my girlfriend, Jessica, decided to go shopping.
Never again, I promised my arms as they screamed out in protest.
I tripped up again when I remembered this was only the first load. Oh yes, my mother and Jessica were still in there. Shopping to their hearts' content.
I stopped when I could see the white line of the parking space when I looked down. I walked to the back, lifted my arms and dropped the bags into the truck bed.
Only there was no truck bed. No truck.
I felt panic grip me as I hoped to God that my truck hadn't been stolen. I looked around, hoping that I'd just wandered in the wrong direction and would see my truck peeking over the next car.
I didn't.
I swore loudly and let my head hang, scratching the back of my neck wondering what to do. I noticed a box behind the dropped bags and spilled clothes. Kneeling and looking into it I saw the strangest thing. All my stuff.
My iPod, my laptop, my vintage Cd's (now that I think about it I had way too valuable stuff in my truck).
Who steals a car but takes out all the valuables? As well as that there was also the little things. A picture of me and Jess at prom, my favorite book, my shades, heck even my lucky dice that were hanging from the mirror.
I had never had the honor of being robbed but I was happy I was robbed by this dude or dudette.
On top of all my stuff was a single piece of lined paper that I didn't remember having. On the outside was some curvy writing, all in capitals. It said: TO THE PREVIOUS OWNER OF THE TRUCK.
I hesitated to open it, expecting harsh words or gloating from the car thief. What I did read floored me more than getting robbed.
DEAR SIR OR MADAME,
I APOLOGIZE FOR STEALING YOUR CAR.
IT WAS A STATE OF EMERGENCY. YOUR
PROBABLY WONDERING WHY I LEFT YOUR
STUFF. WELL I'M SURE THEY MEANT A
LOT TO YOU AND I HONESTLY DON'T LIKE
STEALING. I TRULY AM SORRY. I HOPE
YOU AREN'T TOO PUT OUT.
R.V
P.S UNDER THE BOX IS $20,000 TO BUY A
NEW TRUCK AND SO YOU CAN CALL A CAB
TO GET HOME. SORRY AGAIN.
Dropping the letter I quickly moved the box and there it was. A wad of cash. I knew it would all be there, why would the mysterious car thief bother leaving money only to short change me.
I didn't even think I could call her a car thief anymore. Obviously a her from the handwriting. The weird thing is I actually believed and accepted her apology.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized I probably looked like a nutcase. Sitting Indian style on the tarmac, holding a wad of cash, surrounded by spilled clothing.
I jumped, my ringtone shocking me out of . . . well shock.
Jizzed in my pants
To be fair you were flirting a lot
Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot
Please stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing, I'm gonna pay by cheque
I smirked as I remembered promising Jess to change it. I looked at the called Id, it was my mom.
"Hey mom." I sounded dazed.
"Mike! Where are you? You need to get the rest of the stuff. And are you alright? You sound funny."
"Mom. You're not gonna believe what just happened . . ."
Renesmee's POV
I didn't particularly like stealing, but I could never avoid the rush or energy that came with getting away. It was quickly replaced by a persistent burning.
"Ok Ok, I'll feed, just bugger off for a while so I can concentrate on driving." I muttered to myself, as if the thirst were nothing but a petulant child.
But it wasn't a child, and it didn't bugger off like I asked it too. It just kept burning and burning until I could no longer stand it.
I was forced to pull over as my driving became erratic. I had never crashed and my senses were probably to heightened for me to even get close but I wasn't taking any risks. Not now that I was free.
The burning increased in temperature and I had to lean my head against the steering wheel to keep myself from ripping open the door and finding someone to suck dry. Plus my exhaustion only made the burn more intense and my resolve weaker.
I jumped as someone knocked on my window. I turned and saw a man, he looked no older than 25, 30 max. He had curly blonde hair and was beyond gorgeous, his eyes an intense gold.
Those are what threw me because they were the exact same shade as Edward's. He was clearly a vampire. I couldn't help the sudden shot of fear and paranoia that attacked as I unconsciously rolled down the window.
I had never seen him before in my life but that didn't mean the Volturi didn't send him.
"Yes?" I asked, cringing when my voice cracked in fear.
His eyes looked confused, almost musing as he took me in. Like everyone who had seen me at the Volturi, he drew the instant conclusion that I wasn't human but most definitely wasn't a vampire.
"Do you need any help?" He asked. Still eyeing me I might add. There was nothing predatory in his smile, just curiosity, but that didn't stop me from squirming.
"Er, no I'm fine. Just a little tiredness and a head ache. I'll drive when I feel better. Thanks." I said all my words deliberately, hoping he'd get the hint.
"Well I don't think I should leave you here. My name's Carlisle and I work at the hospital near by. Let me take a look at you." He said whilst opening my door and I could feel my face pale.
At least I was partially protected with the door closed. I couldn't even blink to safety if he really was from the Volturi, I doubted I could 'blink' a few feet without collapsing.
It felt strange to feel this weak but my body wasn't used to regular use of my power at that level. It's like going from jogging a mile every day to running a 25 mile marathon.
I digress.
He grabbed my bicep and gently pulled me from the truck. I tried to pull away but his grib only tightened slightly and only wasted more of my quickly diminishing energy.
As a hybrid my skin was cooler than normal humans, running at 18 degrees Celsius, so the cold of Carlisle's hand wasn't so much of a shock as he helped me from the truck.
I stumbled as my feet hit the ground and practically collapsed into Carlisle's arms. He caught me as any person would but I immediately started fighting against him. Any sign of weakness was frowned upon in the Volturi and that was one of the many messages drummed into me and one of the few that stuck.
The effort it took to try and get myself upright left me panting and as I breathed, tasting the air around me as a familiar scent filled my lungs. By now I knew my eyes would be a startling shade of navy bluish- dark red from thirst but they got even darker as I caught the scent on Carlisle. This supposedly 'vegetarian' vampire.
Blood. Human blood.
With a feral and hungry hiss I latched onto his shirt, trying to get closer to the delicious smell. I was practically clawing at him and barely registered the tear as his light purple button up shirt ripped a little.
Carlisle grabbed my arms and thrust me away from his body, a piece of clothing coming off in my hands as I refused to relinquish my grip in my blood fueled haze. I stood, growling and panting, my body once again filled with energy.
When my breathing slowed down and me head began to clear I realized what I had been doing. Mortified I threw away the clothing I gripped in my hands and risked exhaustion, 'blinking' away.
I was hoping the the buzz I had gotten would've at least gotten me somewhere far enough to hide my shame and get away from Carlisle. I could come back for the truck and my things, but it barely got me 5 feet away from him and then I collapsed.
Carlisle started, realizing I wasn't in his grip anymore. Then next thing I knew he was at my side cradling my head and doing all kinds of professional Doctor shit. I wasn't paying attention though, I could feel myself fading fast and I would try my damnedest not to lose consciousness in the care of a vampire I didn't even know yet alone trust.
It was a pointless feat, I knew that I was down for the count. I let my eyes drift closed but just before I lost conciousness I heard Carlisle speaking to someone.
"I need you to get the guest room ready. I'm bringing someone home.
...
Slowly, sound invaded the inky blackness that had overtaken me. It was a murmur that I could tell wasn't comming from the room I was in.
I could tell I was on a bed, but it didn't feel like anyone had put me under the covers. Just laid me on top.
I focused on keeping my breathing and heart rate steady, all the while listening in. They were talking about me.
". . . did you bring it here? We don't know what it is." The voice sounded icy, and I didn't like being referred to as an 'it'. I may not be normal but last time I checked all my bits were female.
"I brought her here because we don't know what she is Rosalie." It was Carlisle speaking. "She's not normal, you can tell by the way she smells, looks, hell even by her heart beat. Plus, you didn't see what I saw. One minute she was like a new born, hissing and feral, the next she was gone. I mean litterally gone and when I looked she was five feet away."
"Maybe she ran?" This Rosalie said, but it came out as a question at the absurdity of her suggestion.
"I would have seen if she'd run Rose. She's different, and I want to know why." He stopped speaking for a fraction of a second. "She's awake."
I had let my heart rate speed up whilst listening to them talk. It sounded as if they wanted to study me, and for now I was still safe from the Volturi.
As I heard him coming up the stairs I sat up on the bed and swung my legs over the side so my feet were touching the floor. I heard him hesitate a little before continuing. I folded my hands on my lap and straightened my back. Perfect posture and all that.
Carlisle opened the door and walked in. As he drew closer I stiffened. Sensing my discomfort he stopped and took a step back.
I didn't feel any hostility from Carlisle, though he was appraising me. He was trying to figure me out, and that amused me because I knew he couldn't.
I looked around the room. It was a decent size, only slightly smaller than my old room in Volterra. The room was decorated in neutral colors and didn't look like it was in use.
I also checked all my possible exit routes. Just because he didn't seem aggressive didn't mean he couldn't be.
He cleared his throat, probably out of habit rather that actual need. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." I said coolly. I was lying, I could feel the burning of thirst in my throat and it was making my head cloudy, plus I was hungry and needed to pee.
"Well then, you wont mind my family and I asking a few questions." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"Actually, I'm very busy-" I started but he cut me off.
"It will only take a little while. Please?" I sighed, he wasn't going to give up. Might as well make it a memorable few minutes.
"OK, but only for a little while." I said standing up. His answering smile was grateful. He walked out the door and I followed hesitantly, already regretting my decision.
The hallway was mostly windows so I could see we were in the middle of a forest. This made me nervous. How far would I have to I run to find somewhere I could hide.
I could 'blink' but I didn't plan on doing that 'till I got some blood in me.
The conversation hadn't picked up after Carlisle had left so when we entered what I assumed to be a living room I was met by three pairs of golden eyes staring at me expectantly.
Fucking A! Are you sensing my sarcasm.
A/N Hurray!
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