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My Dream Is You

Summary:
Bella is about to jump off the cliff, but someone stops her... someone she thought had forgotten her a long time ago. “Bella,” growled a voice. It wasn't the voice in my head, not at all. My head whipped around. I was startled to see that someone had been watching me.


Notes:
Okay, so I deleted my other story. I'll put it back up later. I have to figure it out. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going with this one though, so here ya are.


13. Je Suis Drôle

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When I awoke, I realized that I was very cold, and very wet. It took me a second to realize that Edward had just jumped out of the London Eye. We were out of the river, but the air wasn't much cooler than the water. Edward was running somewhere. I shivered.

“I'm so sorry, Bella,” murmured Edward.

“W-W-What happened?” I breathed. My teeth were chattering.

“Victoria,” he said. “We need to get out of here.”

My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. I shook my head. “There's no way. We just got here!”

Edward placed me gently on the ground. We were right in front of the hotel. He slipped his arm around me and supported all of my weight as we walked as quickly as we could across the lobby. It was hard to remain inconspicuous when we were both sopping wet.

As soon as we got to the stairs and Edward made sure there was nobody there, he threw me onto his back. We were at our room in less than a second. He dropped me onto the bed and started throwing our clothes into the suitcases.

“We need to leave now. I can trade the tickets in, and then we'll go to... the next place we're going,” he said quickly.

I nodded.

He tossed a dry set of clothes at me. “Put these on. We'll throw the wet ones away. We don't have anywhere to put them right now.”

Just two minutes later, Edward and I were dressed in dry clothes and were ready to go. I was still dazed. It was less than a half hour ago that I thought I was going to have the best honeymoon ever... now I knew I would be lucky to escape with my life.

“Let's go, love,” breathed Edward. He held a suitcase in each hand, which meant we had to take the elevator. I could see the impatience on Edward's face. He did not want to wait... not at all.

By the time we got to the street, Edward was visibly anxious. He scanned the street carefully before spotting a very sleek looking Jaguar parked next to the curb.

“We'll be taking that,” he murmured.

With a swift pull of the handle, the passenger door was open, and I was sitting in the seat. A second later, the car purred to life. Edward pulled out of the parking spot quickly, and then screeched down the street.

We were going 125 miles-per-hour, and Edward did even flinch. He maneuvered around every single car in our path. I closed my eyes and told myself repeatedly not to throw up. I knew Edward wouldn't crash, but that didn't really soothe my nerves at all.

“Bella, when we get out of the car, I need you to stay right next to me. We will barely even have time to get our luggage out of the trunk. We are hardly outrunning her,” he explained.

“How did she get here?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I have no idea. I didn't even know that she knew we were coming here. We need to leave. I'll feel better as soon as we are on that plane.”

“How come Alice didn't see?” I frowned. I thought that Alice was always right, no matter how many times she told me she wasn't.

“I don't know, Bella,” he sighed.

When we got to the airport, he left the car at the curb, grabbed our suitcases, and then took my hand. After we checked in, made our way as quickly through security as we could, and made our way onto the plane. We were lucky. Edward was able to trade in our tickets for two days from then to a sooner flight... that flight happened to be thirty minutes after we got there.

When the plane started rolling down the runway, Edward finally relaxed a little. When we were in the air, Edward relaxed a lot.

“Is she down there?” I whispered.

He nodded. “She had just gotten to the airport when we started rolling down the runway. I'm very surprised we made it.”

I gulped. She got very close. “Does she know where we're going next?”

“No, I don't think she did. I didn't read it in her thoughts, anyway,” answered Edward. He put his arm around me. “Which means we should be safe for now.”

I smiled. For now was good enough for me.

Edward reached forward and grabbed the phone from the seat. He swiped his credit card, and I knew he was calling home.

“Carlisle, has Alice told you anything?” he asked as soon as there was an answer.

I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but from the way Edward was acting, the news wasn't good. When he hung up the phone, he frowned.

“She didn't see a single thing, apparently,” sighed Edward.

“But... she's Alice,” I countered.

“She must not have been focusing. She was probably keeping an eye on Jasper, as she usually does... but I don't think she'd be able to miss something as big as Victoria. I honestly have no idea what happened,” admitted Edward.

I had always thought that the Cullens were infallible. It was like they were never wrong, and nothing could get by them. I was a little disturbed when I realized that they weren't always right.

I needed to change the subject. “So where are we going?” I asked.

He grinned. “And why do you think I would tell you?”

I shrugged. “I thought there were no secrets when you were married?” I suggested.

He laughed. “Nice try.”

“Well, can I have a hint, then?”

Où est la Tour Eiffel, Marseille et...Château de Chambord?” asked Edward.

My mouth fell open. I had no idea Edward could speak French. He made French sound even better than he made English sound. I got goosebumps.

“France. We're going to France?” I gasped.

He smiled. “Oui!”

I giggled. “Now, where can we find you a beret?”

“And a nice stripped shirt,” he added.

I laughed so loud, the woman behind us shushed me.

I buried my face in Edward's chest to try and silence my laughing. The image of Edward in a beret and a stripped shirt... it was just too much.

Je suis drôle!” said Edward boastfully.

Tu es ennuyant!” I retorted.

The look on his face when I called him annoying was priceless. The only reason I knew how to say it was because learning French was one of the phases Renee when through a few years back. I only remembered how to say yes, no, where are the bathrooms, and you are annoying. I never, ever thought it would come in handy.

“You win,” he sighed.

“So what are we going to do in France?” I asked.

“I have to keep some secrets!” he exclaimed. “Alice would kill me if I didn't.”

I cringed. I couldn't blame him. Alice could be absolutely terrifying.