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Your Future Awaits

Summary:
bannerThank you to the wonderful Oh, Mike how will I go on for this Perfect Banner!!! Go read her stories! Bella feels a strong pull towards the Czech Republic, always dreaming of a strange man on the Charles bridge that she can never reach. So when she graduates high school and gets a mysterious letter stating that her tuition to go to university in Prague has been taken care of, she follows fate towards her destiny. But once there, will she finally unravel her mysterious dreams and the stranger within, or the danger lurking beneath them? AU and yes this is a BxE, but with a few twists along the way... Rated Adult for Lemon's in the end.


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2. Mystery Man

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1439   Review this Chapter

“Ladies and gentlemen, if we can please exit to the left of the plane… One at a time…Yes, that is fog you see there sir…Yes, it is usual… Please let me assist you ma’am…”

I could hear the flight attendants assisting the other passengers as we all exited the plane tortuously slow, one by one. It wasn’t a small plane by any means, but after the long and stuffy plane ride here, we were all anxious to get out. I glanced out the window to the outside; taking in the magnificent view I was given the chance to see. I sucked in a breath of air, shocked at what I saw. It was foggy, really foggy. It was near to impossible to see the tip of the wing of the plane, much less the actual airport. It was a light hazy grey; it was beautiful yet terrifying at the same time. It was the type you would see in a Dracula movie floating around the town. It was breathtaking.

Just as the fog was taking my breath away, my equilibrium decided to help. I stubbed my toe on a chair during my gaze out the window, sending me flying towards the floor, an impending face plant heading my way. Just as I was sure my face would hit the floor, I fell into the arms of a passenger that was attempting to wrestle his luggage from the compartment above our heads.

“Are you okay? I’m surprised I caught you time, I didn’t think that I would. Did you hit yourself anywhere?” The guy (he really wasn’t old enough to be a man) asked, searching me for any wounds.

“No, no I’m fine. The chair just leaped in front of me, it was all so sudden.” I said lightly, trying to fix his worried gaze. “It happens a lot.”

He helped me to my feet and grabbed his bag that he had been wrestling with earlier. We walked through the gate, and were quickly herded to customs and passport checkpoints. Just as I thought that the embarrassment had subsided from almost falling on the plane, I managed to stumble into a trashcan as I was pushed from behind by a tourist.

“Oww.” I whimpered. I managed to bump the bruise I had gotten yesterday from packing, and it hurt almost as bad the second time around.

“It seems inanimate objects really like to throw themselves in front of you.” The guy from earlier chuckled, helping me around the big dome called a trashcan. “Hi, I’m Axton. You are…?”

“Bella. Thanks, again, for helping me.” I smiled. He seemed nice, very helpful, and not overly helpful like the boys back home.

“So what brings you to Prague Bella?” He asked politely.

“I’m a student at the UNYP actually. I just got in, and you?”

“Same. I’m a transfer from NYU. I loved it there but really needed a change of pace. Is this your first year?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m a freshman. So you’re a sophomore then?”

“A junior actually.” He said as he artfully guided us to the short line checking our passports.

“So college isn’t a new thing for you then… lucky.” I teased.

“Lucky? Yeah right, I’ve changed my major at least 15 times. At least you still have time to decide yours. If I don’t figure out what I’m gonna major in the next 2 days, then I’m going to be a 5th year graduate!” He laughed. It was hard not to laugh with him; he seems so relaxed and comfortable with me, which caused me to feel the same around him.

“NEXT!” the lady at the counter shouted.

“Go ahead, I’ll go after you.” He said, motioning with his hand to the counter.

“Ok.”

After our passports were checked, we walked towards the baggage claim to retrieve our bags.

“You only brought one bag with you to Prague?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes. I’m going to live an entire school year with just one bad of clothes. Hahaha, no, my dad is shipping me the rest of my stuff. This is just to hold me over till then.” I said as I waved at my luggage.

“Oh, for a second there I thought you were serious, hahaha.” He laughed, causing a few girls around us to look at him and smile themselves. He was very attractive, I will give him that.

“So how are you going to get to your place, rent a taxi or by subway? If you want, we could take a taxi together and spilt the price?” he offered. Just as I was about to accept the offer, I noticed a driver holding a card up with the words ‘I. Swan’ written across it.

“Um, I would have loved to, but it seems I have a driver waiting for me.” I said slightly nervous, I wasn’t really expecting a driver to pick me up.

“It doesn’t look like you were expecting that.” He observed correctly. I nodded.

“I wasn’t, but hey, at least he knows where im going when I have no clue.”

“You don’t know where you’re staying?” he asked, shocked again.

“Not really. I got a scholarship that provided everything, even rooming. The papers said more info would be provided at the airport. I figured I had to go to the help desk or something.” I said truthfully. At first it did seem strange, but then again, I wasn’t going to mess with fate.

“Okay, well maybe I’ll see you around campus or something then. I think I’ll just get a bus into town.” He said a little disappointed.

“Yeah, I really hope I’ll see you too.” I said almost as disappointed as I waved and smiled to him, heading off in the direction of the driver.

“Isabella Swan?” The driver asked as I approached him.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Please, allow me to carry your luggage. The car is this way.” He said as he lifted my bags and walked toward the automatic doors.

I turned a round to see if Axton had left yet, he had. I walked out towards the car the driver was loading my bags into and wondered if I was allowed to get in or not. I awkwardly stood there and as I waited, I looked around to take in the scenes before me. Other tourists nervously getting into their taxis, residents coming home and comfortably getting into their vehicles, people rushing to the bus pick up across the street. I looked over the hood of the car to the bus pick up, hoping to maybe catch one last glimpse of Axton when I saw a man who seemed to be staring straight at me. He wore a mid length trench coat, however, it was nicely fitted and made him look like he was a movie star. The collar of the jacket was folded up, as if to shade his neck. His hair was hidden was a beautiful shade of bronze, and I was straining my eyes to figure out what he looked like amidst all the haze, when a hotel van drove on the road between us and obstructed my view for 2 seconds. But when I focused on my eyes back to where he stood, he was gone. I looked around quickly, searching for the shade of bronze that I had seen. It was nowhere, he was nowhere.

“Is something the matter Miss?” The driver asked.

“No, everything’s fine. I just thought I saw someone I knew.” I said as I climbed into the open door to the car. It wasn’t a lie; I honestly did think I recognized him. It just scared me, because if I was right, how could it be possible. How could it be possible that he looked exactly the way the man in my dreams looked, the same outline of his body, the same bronze hair, the same feeling of familiarity? And as always, I still hadn’t seen his face.