Fire

Chapter 8

I stepped off the plane and made my way towards the luggage pickup area. I had changed my form into Charlie's Bella before the plane, thank Raziel for the other passport. Now I was short and my head felt lighter. Bella had shorter hair. And brown, ew. And I couldn't wear my heels or shorts or anything NORMAL, because Charlie's Bella was a wimp. Ugh. Not to mention I couldn't draw any attention, my neon green bags were doing that for me. I had gotten quite a lot of looks in New York, surprisingly. I got a trolley and loaded the 4 bags onto it. The weapons bag had been disguised as another clothes bag. The Inspections people didn't even bat an eyelash, yet here, EVERYONE was staring and whispering. I had half a mind to start dancing and put on a show. But I made it out to the exits without making a fool of myself, where Charlie was holding a sign that said "Isabella".

'Want to get any more obvious, Charlie?'

With a strong will to not roll my eyes, I made my way towards him. He gave me a weird smile and an awkward handshake/hug thing.

"Hey Bells. It's been a long time." He said, with a strange emotion. I just nodded. I was strangely tired.

He took one clothes bag and reached for the weapons bag before I reached out and stopped him. He jumped and looked up.

"Not this one," I shook my head. I grabbed it and the other bag that was left. He seemed to struggle under the weight. I chuckled softly under my breath. But I think he heard it because he turned back around. I quickly schooled my expression and looked at him expectantly. He did this little shrug and started leading me to his police car. Of course he got the police car. No wonder everyone was still staring.

He opened the backseat door, as there was no trunk, and pushed the bags onto the seats. I dumped the weapons bag and the car almost tilted towards it. He raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing. A man of little words. Thank the Angel, I can't imagine what I should talk to him about.

We got into the car and he pulled out. "I slightly redecorated your old room for you. I hope that's alright." He said, blushing slightly.

Redecorated? I raised an eyebrow. He blushed harder.

"That's fine." I replied softly. He nodded.

"I also enrolled you into the high school here. You start tomorrow morning."

TOMORROW? When was I supposed to do the mission? Though the Inquisitor HAD said the adopted kids were in high school. That made it easier I suppose. I nodded again.

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The ride was an hour long. An hour of complete, and utter silence. I couldn't even sleep. UGH. Charlie parked in front of the house. I looked like I remembered, two story, narrow and slightly dull. But then again, everything here was dull. I got two of the bags and reached for a third one but Charlie had already grabbed it. And from his looks, it was the weapons one. He looked confused and gave a slight gasp and nearly dropped it. His eyes widened and he looked at me confused. I gave a light chuckle, shook my head and walked ahead of him to the door. I put one bag down and lifted the doormat for the key, as I could hear Charlie still struggling with the bag, and lo behold, there it was. I opened the door and turned and lifted an eyebrow at Charlie. He shook his head and merely blushed.

"Come on, put down your stuff, I have a surprise for you." He said. I looked at him, confused. A surprise? Not the old beaten up car outside? Oh please no.

He put the bags down and headed out the open door. It was definitely the beaten up car. Damn it. I knew I should have convinced Daddy to let me take the car. At least the vampire bike. I sighed softly.

I followed him out and he motioned his head towards the red truck, looking expectant. I could say it looked like it had seen better days, but then I'd be lying. It looked like it had NEVER seen better days. Oh for the love of the Angel.