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Chance Encounter

Summary:
“She took a deep breath, and then abruptly leveled a dark glance over my shoulder. I turned in time to see the man in the aisle seat looking away as if he wasn’t listening to us. He appeared to be a businessman, in a dark suit with a power tie and a laptop over his knees. While I stared at him with irritation, he opened the computer and very conspicuously put headphones on.”

- pages 427-428, New Moon


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1. Takeoff

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“She took a deep breath, and then abruptly leveled a dark glance over my shoulder. I turned in time to see the man in the aisle seat looking away as if he wasn’t listening to us. He appeared to be a businessman, in a dark suit with a power tie and a laptop over his knees. While I stared at him with irritation, he opened the computer and very conspicuously put headphones on.” - pages 427-428, New Moon I took a deep breath, leaning back on the cheap, uncomfortable headrest as I waited for the plane to take off. Age creaked in my bones; fatigue clawed at my temples while I gently shut my eyes. In my mind, I was already back in my classy New York apartment, resting on a soft, downy bed. “You really are getting too old for this,” I mumbled to myself. Hah. Mumbling. One of the first signs of a grouchy old man. And it was true. Most men who could remember the 1930’s were long since retired, not skittering cross-country running errands for big companies. Perhaps, I pondered sleepily, it was hope that kept me going. Or obsession. Probably both. I heard three loud thumps ahead of me, disturbing my snooze. Someone was running to their seat. Not that their hurry would come to fruition. This hunk of junk wasn’t taking off anytime soon. Still, as long as I was awake, I might as well do something useful. Ignoring the passenger squeezing past me to his window seat, I opened my heavy laptop and opened an internet search engine. Sudden light from the computer screen sent my exhaustion into a fury; it scratched and spit, attacking the inside of my skull. I flinched from the pain of it, resuming my catnap position. “Be that way,” I thought, exasperated. I could perform this search just as well with closed eyes. Not that it would yield anything I hadn’t found before. Fingers deftly stroking the keys, I began my routine. SEARCH: VAMPIRE SEARCH: BLOOD-DRINKER SEARCH: NIGHT-DEMON My eyes barely skimmed the screen as I entered my queries. Vaguely, I registered the flight attendant making a monotone speech. We were taking off. SEARCH: LEECH SEARCH: RED-EYES SEARCH: STONE-MURDERER I had completed the circuit so many times before, but I couldn’t stop trying. Not when I needed any clue I could find to help me avenge my father’s death. SEARCH: PALE KILLER SEARCH: BLOODSUCKER SEARCH: … “Tell me everything, Alice,” someone practically shouted. I nearly growled in frustration. Did that person across from me realize how many of my naps she was ruining? “I don’t understand. Why did you tell Jasper to stop Emmett, why can’t they come help us?” Her voice broke at the end. The girl was practically crying. “I’ll give you something to cry about,” I muttered angrily. Years of ruthlessness had robbed me of empathy. I hadn’t enough to dish out to random nuisances. Still grumbling, I opened my eyes, intending to lodge a heavy complaint. I glanced at the girl and her companion… And gasped. Instantly, I was plunged into memory.