Some hours into the flight, she woke up. At first she didn't remember where she was, but then it all came back to her in a nightmarish vision. They had just gotten ready to go to bed, and Christian had wanted to talk to her alone. They had left the others hand in hand, and she was sure this was it, they would be together.
But then it had happened. The door in front of her had swung open, knocking her to the floor, breaking her ankle for sure. Something had swooped in, and the screaming had started. She had crawled across the floor to where Laura lay, still alive, but severely wounded. She reached for her hand, but something knocked her away, hitting her cheek hard like a hammer. She heard Laura scream again, and then stop abruptly. Shortly after he was coming for her, she held up her hands to guard herself, and he grabbed her wrists so hard she thought they would snap. But then he had stopped, and looked at her strangely.
She was put out into the cold air, to sit and wait, and he came back to get her later. He was so cold, so hard, she felt like she was being carried by a rock. But he had been gentle with her for some reason, even though he had killed so many others. Eventually putting her on this plane!
She looked around discreetly; next to her he sat reading in a book. He looked so human! But how could he be? He had murdered and almost eaten her friends. Eaten! What kind of monster was he?
Across from them sat a woman, she was beautiful! The woman was looking across the aisle, talking calmly to someone ells. She tried not to move, but her cheek was hurting so much, her head felt like it was being pounded by a hammer. Her ankle felt the same!
His head snapped down looking at her, she held her breath.
"Do you want water?" he asked. She nodded a little, and closed her eyes because of the pain she felt from the movement. He snapped his fingers in the air, and right away someone brought a glass of water to them. He helped her upright, and she drank a little. He looked at her with a concerned expression, and then he dug into a pocket and took out some painkillers. She took them, almost grateful, but very aware that she was getting medicine from a killer.
"Do not fear me… I am Zephran." He said. He reached down and lifted up the leg with her broken ankle, and put the leg across his lap. Then he put his cold hands around her ankle, and she sighed as the pain was slightly eased. It was very odd, sitting here with her leg up, being taken care of.
"What are you?" she asked, her voice almost failing her. He smiled a little, leaning back into his seat,
"Part of the ancient world, where monsters are real… Do you find me a monster?" he asked.
"Yes… no… maybe." She replied, and hid her face in her hands. She did not know!
"You are right!" he said, smiling again. "I am when I want to be! But with you, I will not be!"
The painkillers started to take effect, and she could think and see a little clearer. He seemed young, like her, but somehow also very old. His face was handsome, very pale and very masculine. He had black hair, and green eyes she thought, not entirely sure, because they were also quite dark.
The plane was not so big; it had to be one of those private ones. The seats were arranged in fours, like a train, and they were big and lounge like. The woman across from them looked a lot like him, perhaps they were family? The others in the seats across from them were also all very beautiful and pale, and they spoke a language she had never heard before.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked. He turned his head to look at her right on,
"To my home, my beauty, where I will give you a wonderful life in luxury!" he replied, and caressed her foot gently.
"Why?" was all she could think of saying. Why would he take her? And why was he so different towards her than how he had been to every one of her friends? Would he not just kill her later? Or was all of this nice behavior just to trick her?
"I do not know… but I believe that you belong to me, in some way." He said, looking more serious.
She didn't answer, what was she to say? So he believed that she was his, and he was taking her with him. She would never see her family again, and her friends were dead. What was she to say? She closed her eyes, and fell back asleep.
He put her down on the bed. She had been asleep for the rest of the flight, barely noticing being carried into the palace, through the many rooms to his private chambers. He covered her with a warm blanket, and made sure her ankle was lifted up onto some pillows. Then he turned off the lights, and left her to sleep. She was tired, and had been through much this night, he thought. He would leave her alone for a little while, so that she could recover a bit of strength.