Disclaimer: I don't own Bloodlines.

A/N: This is the sequel to my story memories, you should read that or you might get confused. Also this story is very similar to my other story Running Away. (Which has been deleted to be transformed into this.)

Sydney's P.O.V:

Adrian and I reached the airport. Adrian was actually disappointed when Abe had ordered business class tickets.

"Why didn't he get first class, Sage?" Adrian whined.

"Adrian, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves, we're running away remember? He was thinking logically." I explained it to him, like I was explaining it to a child.

"At least Hopper understands me," he replied sulkily. "Or is he taking after his 'logical' mother and 'logical' gangster friend?"

I glared at him. "Me, it would be a disaster if he took after you."

"That's a relief," he answered.

I looked at him, that wasn't the answer I had been expecting. I raised my eyebrow at him. He smirked.

"Well, I did put him in your suitcase." He shrugged still smirking.

I didn't reply. I reached back in the car that Abe had left us in and grabbed my suitcase.

"Sage, are you really going to pull out your whole suitcase to find a little dragon?"

I ignored him.

"Sage, he's asleep. If you wake him up he'll scream and I don't know what you have in your suitcase, but I don't have any food for him."

I groaned and zipped up my suitcase. "To pay for your little... trick, I get to sit beside the window." I waited until this sunk in and I got out of the car.

"Wait, Sydney!" He got out of the car after me. "I'm sorry! Please! Sydney!" He complained.

"Looks like your spirit bond is rubbing off on me Ivashkov," I smiled.

"I liked the non-dead Sage better." He huffed.

"You want me to deny our love for each other and to go back to Palm Springs? To tell you I hate you and that you are a crazy, disgusting, blood-thirsty vampire?" I teased.

He scowled. "No, I think I'll still with bad girl Sage, if that's alright with you."

He grabbed my waist and I kissed him. I knew then, I was not going to regret this, no way.

Adrian and I caught our flight to Italy after going through security and the airport terminals. We weren't staying for long though. Abe just decided that we should go for a week until we decided to go elsewhere, since I wanted to go so badly. Which I thought was sweet for a tough, scary, gangster like Abe. It would take about 13 hours, which was going to be very long for Adrian and boring for the both of us, included Hopper – I hope they serve pie.

I rested my head on Adrian's shoulder. This was better than staying at Amberwood with Zoe and our only contact being a spirit dream and when it was his and Jill's feeding times, well... I would have had to been forgiven by the Alchemists' first.

"What are you thinking about?" Adrian asked.

"How glad I am that we aren't staying and putting our lives in danger," I said.

"Hmm... Me too," Adrian replied. We had compromised – I would give him the seat near the window if he would go out of his way to try and blend in with the humans.

"It's a long ride Sage, you should rest." Adrian whispered in my ear. Until he said it, I hadn't realised how tired I'd been.

"You too," I mumbled and just before I dozed off on his shoulder, I heard him sigh contentedly.

After the Flight...

The first thing Adrian and I did when we arrived in Italy was catch a taxi. Even though we had caught a few hours of sleep on the plane we were still exhausted. My neck was sore and Adrian claimed his back was killing him.

We arrived outside a random hotel. I thanked and paid the taxi driver, while Adrian gathered up our belongings. We walked into the hotel. I went up to the receptionist while Adrian hung back and tried not to be noticed by the lady receptionist, who was sure to flirt with him and hiss at me. I gathered our keycard for our hotel room; number 217.

When we arrived at our room Adrian dropped the bags inside the door and ran over to the bed that awaited him. But instead of doing the normal thing that a tired person would do, like falling on the bed, he stood up and started to jump on the bed like a little kid. I rolled my eyes at him. He was probably jet lagged and slap happy.

I walked over I dropped on the bed while he bounced me up and down. He stopped suddenly. "Sleep?" he asked pulled his face near mine. He leaned closed acting like he was about to kiss me, but instead in shouted. "Boo!" It was official, he was wired.

"Sleep Adrian and I'll let you pick the car out tomorrow," I mumbled.

"Blah, blah," he muttered and fell asleep as soon as his perfectly messy styled hair hit the pillow.