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I woke just as the sun was going down, in a clear golden pink sky. Normal people would have thought this scene breath-taking, but I was saving my breaths for when I needed them; fighting strigoi. I was going to make my way to the airport today to get on a flight to Russia. The first place that I would look for Dimitri. When we had conversations at the academy, with what feels like forever ago, and Dimitri talked about home, you could almost touch the home-sick feeling, it was that tangible. The memory was interrupted by flickered images of last night, remembering who I had left behind and how much I hurt them. Even if I came back and they were okay, I don't think I could ever forgive myself, for the pain that Adrian had said I caused. But he didn't understand what I had to do, what I promised. No one besides Lissa knew, and apparently she hadn't told anyone. The difference between knowing something and understanding it is as large as a galaxy, and I knew that she didn't understand what I was doing either. She thought that I had thought someone was more important than her and at the moment Dimitri was. Maybe he has been more important to me for a while. She considered him dead the moment his body wasn't found. He wasn't, not entirely, but he would be soon.
I gave myself a mental check just as I was about to break down again. You're Rose Hathaway! Pull yourself together. You're better than this. You were trained to deal with the unexpected. He taught you to deal with the unexpected. Don't disappoint him now. With this thought running through my mind, I forced myself to get dressed and packed. I needed to leave soon, so I put a stake in my coat pocket, hoping no one notices. He would be complicated and time consuming to come up with a convincing story. And I just don't have that much energy.
I left the seedy hotel, which doesn't look better even in the moonlight, which just made it seem creepier. I flagged down a cab, and told him where to go. The sooner I got away from this place, the better. The further away I got from the academy, and the whole moroi world, the more chance they couldn't find me. This was going to be hard enough to do without other distractions. As we neared the airport, I gave the driver the money and the tip that was needed. I saving my cash, so I wouldn't be taking more out of the 'guilty money' account and I could be generous when I'm dead. No, don't think like that. He finally looked at me, to probably say "Are you kidding me?" buthis face faltered, and his feature distorted as his eyes took me in. Concern and worry, crossed in deep shades over his face, but I undid the door before he had a chance to ask a question. I don't have time to talk about trivial things.
The airport was small and stuffy. Then again it wasn't built for a lot of passengers like JFK or anything like that. I mean, who comes to Montana? But it was fine for me. I had a look at the board that held the information about planes departing and when one said Moscow, I headed for the airline's desk that supplied that flight. I needed to get onto a flight that went to Russia; that at least put me in the same country as him. There was a preppy looking women who manned the desk with the type of persona that just pissed people off, because they were tired and had places to go. But I was impressed to see I made her stop, even for a sec. She called me forward, and I gave her over my fake passport that I had managed to get when Lissa and I were on the run, and didn't want to be found.
'Hi there, how can I help you?' she asked all optimistic while looking down, finishing something off.
'I need to get on that flight to Moscow… Russia.' I stumbled over the last word, for the first time speaking out loud where I was going. My tone sounded strange.
She looked up, shocked and when she saw me she froze. I didn't understand this so I tried to smooth out my hair, because I couldn't remember whether I had brushed it this morning. She continued on like nothing had happened, even if a six year old could see that it was forced.
'I'm sorry but, it's policy to book a month ahead. I can get you business class, four weeks from now if you would like.' Her tight smile tried to reassure me, but it didn't go anywhere near her eyes. In her eyes was confusion, over what I wasn't sure. But I used it to my advantage, playing on the human's feelings for others. You could tell she was a caring person and this only made me a little guilty. But not very much as technically the lie was the truth in a twisted sick way.
'I need to get on this flight, as I have to attend a funeral.' Where I will play the executioner, I added silently. There was so much bleak misery in that statement that you could see the internal battle she was having with herself. I knew if I stayed silent, I would ultimately get my way. She gave me a seat on the flight to leave in 3 hours time and seemed distressed that it was in a crowded area in economy. I told her it was fine and thanked her. She really was caring; we need more people like her in this world.
Moscow was the first step, and then I would explore the country and make my way to his family. Hopefully he would be there, but then again I didn't want him near his family, because I knew it would crush him if he hurt them. If not physically, but mentally. But I had plenty of time to think about this on the plane. Seventeen hours seems like a long time to come up with an action plan. Sleeping would be nice. To leave this world and travel into a realm where you could be anyone you wanted to be. Most importantly you didn't have to be you. But I think that if I shut my eyes, I would either live a nightmare or be contacted by Adrian. I was not ready for either. So when walking past a chemist, I went in a bought a couple packs of sleeping pills. The man behind the desk was iffy, about giving them to me, probably thinking that I would suicide on them, but truth be told I didn't know how many my system needed for the effect to work. And I didn't want anyone intruding my dreams, for at least a while.
Sitting in the seating area, waiting to board the vehicle of fate, I couldn't help but notice couples that sat with their arms wrapped around each other or holding hands. Young couples going on a romantic weekend and old couples probably going to visit their kids. It didn't matter how different each person was or what they were doing, but what made my heart break even more than I thought possible, was the look they gave each other. It was the look of complete understanding of each other. The pain in my chest tightened.
I somehow found myself in a bathroom, sitting on a toilet with the seat down just breathing. In and out, stay focused, in and out. I had an anxiety attack crossed with what felt like claustrophobia. Just as I was returning to myself and sinking into what seemed like a relaxed state, two females walked in chatting. I felt a wave of nausea, and took that as the feeling that came with anxiety attacks. The women's tone suggested that they were talking about a great new pair of shoes that cost too much money, but no matter what, they would one day own them. I caught the end of the conversation as they re-applied there lip gloss.
'- Johnny was right to make him one of us. He is unbelievable strong, he will make a great warrior in the final battle.' The blond one said, with a slightly hypnotic voice.
'I agree but you have ulterior motives. You know he likes someone else, even if no one but Johnny knows who. Maybe she is a Russian chick; they might meet up where he is.' The brunette one with blood red lips said. She looked oddly familiar, not as I know her personally, but I have seen her pale skin before.
'I'm just saying he will be the one to win the war. He will kill the most, especially where the battle is being held.' She smirked, giving her pale complexion a look of craziness. 'That and Dimitri Belikov is just too hot for words and I plan to destroy anyone to get him!' The words came out excitedly evil. And that's when I looked through the tiny crack in the door and in the mirror you could see her perfectly blacked line eyes had a red rim on the outside of the iris.
I just sat there processing what she had said about Dimitri, when there was strigoi on the other side. They left for their flight to New York or something, and I sat there frozen. I couldn't think coherently. All I could think was Oh My God over and over again. I was in a weird state and that's when a headache set in and I didn't feel alone, but I brushed it off. A last call was made for my flight and I got up to go to gate, but I did it almost like a ghost. I couldn't process what I was doing, or where I was going. I just did what was automatic. The closer I got to the gate, the worse the headache got. How weird.
I almost missed the flight, but once seated and the plane began to taxi, the pain from the headache became unbearable. It's just a little pain, deal with it! Flashes of shadows raced around my head, next to the passengers that sat all around me in uncomfortable seats. Could they not notice this? The flashes became more solid and the feeling of Déjà vu washed over me. Before I could do anything about what was happening, the jet took off from the ground and the pain exploded inside my body, like it was radiating it. The person next to me gave me a weird look at the whimper that escaped my mouth and looked out the window. The pain coursing throughout my body and burning my fingertips was all too much, and the world around me slowly dimmed. The crushing blackness took me out of the pain's caressing hold, and pulled me under deep pressing water.