𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄:
Aircraft ratings

IN EDEN'S OPINION, business class is the only travel class a person should avail.

No crying babies. No screaming kids having temper tantrums and then stomping on the back seat. No loud snores during the night flights. No chatty old women.

Just a peaceful and quiet flight.

She's been traveling for decades now. She's seen the improvements and the downgrades of aircraft worldwide and witnessed many odd and unusual moments of pilots, flight attendants, and passengers.

She was sure she was there when the mile-high club first began before it was even called the 'mile-high club.'

Eden and Rosalie would have joined, but with their given strength, they were sure the plane would have crashed in the middle of the ocean.

Also seen, married pilots cheat on their stay-at-home wives for a new flirty flight attendant.

Eden is 100% sure that the plane's crew has switched partners more times than she could count and probably shared their fair share of human diseases, like sexually transmitted diseases.

It's gross, disgusting, and unhygienic.

But all in all, it was quite entertaining to hear the gossip the flight attendants shared. A flight attendant named Holly told her friend that she found a guy online who was probably a rich man, and that's why she was on a flight landing in Washington because they were having their first meeting after she landed.

It's none of Eden's business, but again, she was sure Holly was being lured to an upcoming missing case scenario because? A rich man does not live in Washington. If they are, they're probably old as Holly's grandfather and decided to retire to a mansion in the middle of the woods.

But, hey. It's not her business whatever these flight attendants do after they land.

Eden couldn't help but recall the visit she had made to Italy a few flights earlier. Rosalie told her that when the members of the Volturi visited Forks that, Jane insisted that Eden should visit.

If Eden was honest, she didn't want to go, but not because she didn't want to visit her old coven. It's just that it's been months, or maybe even a year since she last saw her beautiful wife.

And all she wanted to do was go home to Forks.

She couldn't deny that she also misses her old Coven, not in a way that she wanted to go back (Eden would never go back.) The bond that she and the Volturi had was a mystery to her present Coven, but it wasn't a mystery for her.

She spent centuries with them. It was bound to have built a relationship with each member.

•| ⊱✿⊰ |•

EDEN ARRIVED IN A POSH RECEPTION AREA. The walls were paneled in wood. The floors were carpeted in a thick, deep green.

There were no windows, but large, brightly lit paintings of the Tuscan countryside hung everywhere as replacements.

Pale leather couches were arranged in cozy groupings, and the glossy tables held crystal vases full of vibrantly colored bouquets-the flowers' smell of funeral homes.

She stopped in the middle of the hall when she saw her painted portrait, and the woman before her was unfamiliar to her, a stranger.

Eden Vera Volturi, embedded on the gold frame, sat firmly with her dark black coat, her neck in possession of a 'V' necklace embedded with ruby gems, with her chin up, eyes bloody red that witnessed many horrifying events, piercing through her left direction.

She hears footsteps approaching in her direction, and a voice suddenly asks, "How may I help you?"

Eden says without looking at the person as she continues to observe the portrait, "I would like to see Aro."

"Madam, I'm afraid that isn't possible without an appointment."

Eden rolls her eyes as she turns around, facing the human, a secretary, she assumed. "I said. I would like to see Aro."

The human gulps nervously as Eden's blood-red eyes set on her own and nodded furiously. Eden then walks towards the direction of the thrown room, with the human keeping up with her pace. She opens the large gold doors as the vampires inside the thrown room suddenly stop.

Eden thought it was a bad time to enter the throne room with a human secretary following behind her because it looked like they were just finishing up lunch.

"Who dares to disturb us?" She hears Caius' voice echo throughout the thrown room.

"I dare, Caius, I dare." Eden rolls her eyes with a grin on her lips as she crosses her arms.

"Ms. Eden Volturi, masters." The human secretary announces with a trembling voice. Then Aro's delightful laughs were echoing.

"Mia Figlia. What a surprise! How come you have not alarmed us with your arrival? I would have certainly prepared a celebration!" Aro exclaims, gliding in her direction, giving her a peck on the cheek and a tight hug.

Eden pulls away and says, "That is exactly why I didn't tell you of my arrival."

"Perhaps you're quite famished with such a long flight, Mirriam. Here is willing to be your meal." Aro offers her as she beckons the human secretary, or Mirriam, forward with his hand.

With Mirriam shaking in fear. Eden then shakes her head, "No. No, I'm alright. I already satisfied my appetite before I came here," then Eden looks at Mirriam and orders, "Your presence is no longer needed, Mirriam."

Mirriam nods as she hurriedly scurries off. "Shame." Aro sighs as he looks behind Eden. In her guess, Aro's appetite isn't full as she thought.

"May I?" Aro asks, asking permission if it is okay to see the newly made memories she has of her travels, but Aro should not know that Eden knew the whole Isabella Swan situation.

"My apologies, Aro. I have explicit memories of my wife and me that I would rather keep in private." Eden tells him, pretending to be guilty. Aro nods in understanding, "Of course, what you and your wife share in your marital bed are to be private."

Aro clears out his throat as he exclaims. "Jane! Alec! I'm quite impressed with your restraints of not tackling Eden to the ground, but you now may,"

Jane and Alec ran in her direction, and in Eden's perspective, her feet were now floating as the twins carried her in a hug, with whispers of "I missed you, Eden." and "Welcome back, Eden!"

"Oh. I missed you too, my favorite twins." Eden laughs as she is now brought back to the ground. Aro invited Eden to sit at the long table to allow her to tell them the stories of her travels, her job of being a fashion designer and working in the fashion industry, and, of course, The Cullens, with minimal insults from Caius and heated statements from Jane.

It was a great visit, in Eden's opinion.

•| ⊱✿⊰ |•

AS SHE TAKES HER luggage from the luggage claim, she exits the airport, and she sees a big sign with, "EDEN VERA HALE, BITCH YOU BETTER HAVE SOME GIFTS FROM AUSTRIA."

Eden laughs. It was Emmett's doing.

Rosalie humanely runs towards her as Eden drops her luggage and catches Rosalie in her arms.

As they spun around, Rosalie placed both of her hands on Eden's cheek, roughly placing a kiss on her lips.

"That's certainly a good welcome home kiss, sweety," Eden tells her as she hears Emmett groan.

Rosalie laughs as she says, "Welcome home, honey."