AN: Chapter 2 is finally done! A big "thank you" to those of you who reviewed the first chapter of my story! I wasn't prepared for the positive reviews so; thank you very much! In the next chapter (chapter 3) Malec will become a part of the plot, so enjoy!

Forgotten places

2

The flight

While he was making his way to the gate where his flight would depart, Henrik tried to ignore all the scary looks that he got. "Next time I'm not flying" Henrik whispered to himself and sat down at a chair nearby, not even bothering to find his gate at a time like this. He tried to remember the last time he had been to Brooklyn, but no matter how hard he tried, his brain wouldn't seem to remember anything.

Henrik still felt bothered by the things that Oleg had said. After he had ordered him to leave, Henrik had bought a ticket to catch the earliest flight from Oslo to New York, since he couldn't get a hold of Magnus through his phone. He was probably with that new boyfriend of his, and that was why he hadn't picked up his phone, but Henrik still felt worried by the fact that he couldn't reach his friend.

Magnus was the lucky one out of the two of them. His warlock immortality had begun when he was nineteen, practically an adult, while Henrik had stopped aging at fourteen, making him look like a little child. He had always thought that his immortality was a curse, because who would want to stay as a child for all eternity? Even when he had become the high warlock of Oslo, no one had taken him serious, but after a few years they knew how powerful he really was.

A child, younger than him, walked over to where Henrik was seated and poked him in the knee. "How come you look so white," the little girl asked with a tiny voice. "Did someone forget to color you before you were born?" Henrik grinned at the girl's idiocy, and removed her hand from his knee. His devil's mark was actually his hair. It was a sign that he was a being out of the ordinary. "No, you're wrong," he said in a kind voice. "No one forgot to color- " he was cut off by the little girl's mom who came over and dragged her daughter with her. "Don't talk to people like him, Frida," she yelled at her daughter. "You never know were they have been!" And by that the little girl was no where to be seen.

Henrik sighted. This was beginning to become a habit of his. Scaring people off like that was sadly something he did all the time.

He became so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice that someone sat down next to him. "After all this years, Shorty, have you finally lost it?" The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but Henrik couldn't remember where he had heard that voice before. It was like everything else in his head; it belonged to the past. "Have we ever met-" he began to say, but when he saw who was sitting next to him he froze in his seat. "Anna?" The older girl smiled at him when he said her name, and moved to sit even closer to him. "So you do remember me?" Anna said in her high pitched voice and leaned in to give Henrik a real bear hug. "Of course I remember you, how could I ever forget, but you know that if you don't let go of me soon, people might think you like young boys a little more then you should." Anna moved away from him and sat down in her own chair and not Henrik's. "You're right," she said. "The mundanes will not understand, well, not like we do anyway."

People were now looking at the two of them, and Henrik started to get annoyed. "Can't you just get to the point, Anna? Why are you even here? And don't tell me it's because you've always wanted to go to New York, because I'm no fool," he said. Anna looked taken back by Henrik's sudden outburst, but she quickly pulled herself together. "You know I don't like it when people talk to me like that. It seems like nobody can take me serious when I try to talk to them." Henrik looked at her with mocking eyes, and said; "Well is that so weird considering that you look like a crossover between Barbie and a yellow cushion?" Anna's face revealed that his comment had offended her, but she ignored his words and continued. "Oleg sent me here," she said. "He got worried about you when you ordered him to leave your apartment, so he contacted me and asked me to stalk you, and that is why I am here right now. Oleg and the other vampires, including me, got worried when we heard that you were leaving on you own."

Their conversation got interrupted when a man, that seemed to work at the airport, came over to them and stopped right in front of Henrik. "Aren't you a little too young to be traveling all by yourself to New York?" he asked, with a hint of suspicion in his voice. "I… I" Henrik began, but he didn't have the chance to finish because before he could, Anna said; "No, he's traveling with me." She put her hand around Henrik's tiny waist. "I'm his older sister." It didn't look like the man believed her, but he walked away after just standing there for a few more seconds.

Anna let out a breath of relief, and said; "Well, that was close." Henrik gave her a look that could have killed an entire army just by looking into his eyes. "That was close? That was close? Are you even listening to what nonsense you are saying? And since when did I become your little brother?" he yelled at her. "Since now," she answered and stood up. "Come on we have to run or we'll miss the flight." Anna practically dragged Henrik after her to the gate and she didn't let go of him before they were both seated in the airplane.

"Are you alright? I think I forgot that I was holding on to your hand when I ran," Anna said in an apologetic voice. "Anna, the only problem you got is that you only have one brain cell in that small head of yours," he said. "And it's a defect one." After he had said that, Henrik felt pretty good about himself, because Anna stopped talking, and that wasn't something that happened every day.

He took Anna's hand in his and smiled at her. "I've really missed you, you clumsy," he said. Anna smiled back at him, leaned her head against his and answered; "I've missed you too, Shorty." Since she was a lot taller than Henrik was, she had to bend her head a lot to be able to reach down to his. Henrik noticed that she was thinking about something, and asked, annoyed; "What?" Anna kept quiet for a while, and Henrik didn't like where this was going. When she told him what she was thinking about, Henrik had to force himself from hitting her right between her blue eyes. "Have you grown even shorter since last time?" THIS was going to be a long flight.

I'm already working on chapter 3, so R&R and then the next chapter will be done in no time!

- Lisa