Twilight: But it's a Thriller and I Never Read Twilight

Chapter 39: Isle Esme

The plane was small compared to the commercial jets that flew out of this airport, but with just the two of us, it felt giant. I sat next to the window as the plane took off, watching the ground rumble under us until we lifted off and it fell away, turning the world into tiny shapes below. Up here, I felt myself go calm and clear, like all the chaos of the wedding had finally drifted away and I was me again.

After we had ascended above the clouds and all I could see was white, I leaned over to Edward. "How long is the flight?" I asked.

He smirked and shook his head. "If I told you that, you'd be able to figure it out."

He wasn't totally wrong. I would be able to estimate the distance and make an educated guess, but I couldn't read his mind. I could only hope that he had something special planned for turning me. This was what I'd been waiting for since the moment I agreed to marry him after all. I fell asleep to the sound of the plane barreling through the air and the thoughts of an eternal, unending life together.

The flight, as it turned out, was just about thirteen hours long, although when we started to descend, I had no idea what time it was. The plane roared all the way through our descent and though I'd flown in a plane before, it didn't fail to make my whole body feel like jello when we landed. When we were safely on the ground and ported to the terminal, Edward took my hand and dragged me up.

As we left the plane, I was greeted by a voice reading over the intercom in a language that sounded like Spanish at first before I later learned it was Portuguese. Another voice came through just after that, saying the same thing in English. "Welcome to Rio De Janeiro International Airport. It is currently 9:00 PM on June 21st. Enjoy your stay."

I whipped my head around to look at Edward as we walked through the airport. "Rio!" I snapped. "Edward, I don't have a passport!"

"Yes you do," he said and pulled out a small blue booklet from his pocket. I yanked it out of his hand and opened it to find a poor, washed out looking picture of me at age 14 beside all my personal information. I grimaced at the passport, which I had forgotten I actually had.

"Where did you get this?" I demanded. I was furious and though my anger usually washed away as soon as I felt it stirring, it didn't do that now. Instead, I felt all of it, and it stayed, churning inside me. I didn't know why I was so angry now when I'd never managed to stay angry with Edward in Forks.

"I got it when I picked up your stuff from Chief Swan's house," he said as if that were completely normal. I had no idea why he hadn't simply given it back to me before, but I stifled my anger as he led me toward customs. It wasn't right to start a honeymoon off like this, so I let him win this one.

As soon as we stepped out into the city of Rio De Janeiro, I was struck by the feeling of this place. The city smelled sweet, like candy and beer, and sweat. Music wafted through the air even as far as the airport and as we walked down to meet our taxi, we passed a busker on the corner, playing for tourists even here.

The city seemed to pass in a blur, my senses overwhelming me as Edward led me through, past corner shops and dancing in the street. A pair of boys had a television set up before a closed storefront as they watched the soccer game in staticky images. This was the Rio of the night, a tourist town filled with dancing and alcohol. I couldn't have imagined someone as straightlaced as Edward stepping foot in this city, but here he was, holding my hand as we dove through the sights.

We didn't stay in the city for long. After having found a small place for me to eat dinner, he leaned in toward my ear. "I have a surprise," he whispered.