Hello my wonderful readers,
how are you all doing? Good I hope. I'm doing fantastically :) I had a brilliant weekends with my friends that were visiting; i went and did the tourist thing in London. Cocktails on friday were delcious, i had a Barlemint Baileys which is essentially vanilla ice cream mixed with oreos with a shot of baileys and a mint liquer. It's gorgeous. Then it was shopping in covent garden on monday and tuesday was my birthday! I had a little party, ordered take out and my friends got me a cake. Tuesday night was the best though i had a can of diet pepsi with wild cherry *imported from USA*, two packets of double stuf oreos *imported from the USA, b-day prezzie*, i was listening to the new MCR album during their fan listening party and i had a personalised card of Eric Northman pretty much naked. It's nice. Oh and i got an 80% on my first vet school exam and i have a job as a student ambassador :)
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"Fuck," Eric muttered and before I could blink he'd disappeared from view leaving the cool patch next to me as my only company. Within a second he was back, a distant thud explaining that he'd been to the door to investigate the gunshots that were still resounding through the air. He sat beside me, completely tense, on the side of the bed with his hands cupping my cheeks so that I was forced to look up at him or close my eyes. "What's going on down there? I can't hear enough without getting closer and I'm not leaving." It took me a second to recognise the wide eyed, I could see white around his irises, look on his face; he was scared. Some part of him was and I couldn't tell what he was scared of, but it had obviously been something that he'd heard at the door. "Lover, come on, tell me what's going on down there."
I focused my eyes on his, letting everything else melt away. I forced my shields to remain as tight as possible, blocking out everything that I possibly could, making his cool presence keep my mind calm. The number of panicking and fearful minds down stairs had over taken me, a bad side affect of telepathy that had been developing recently; faced with lots of minds in the same state I tended to take on their general emotions. "Guardians of the Day" I whispered out, sucking in my bottom lip when I'd spoken, biting down on my flesh to generate enough pain to help me focus on anything else but the little snippets of minds that were still getting through my shields.
"You can't have a peaceful evening can you?" A small smile ghosted across his kissable lips for an instant before he went back to survival mode. He planted a gentle kiss on my lips, not giving me enough time to respond, before getting up from the bed, a motion that was soon followed by screeching metal.
"What?" I asked as I sat up straight in the bed to find him with his fist implanted into the metal shutter that covered up the window even though we were in the human room of his hotel suite. He didn't respond though, instead he coiled his hand back, hard enough that his upper arm appeared to double in size with the clenched muscles, before darting forward at a speed I couldn't follow. His hiss of pain surprised me, audible over the groaning metal that still hadn't given way more than a large dint. This time when he pulled his hand back, more cautiously than before, his knuckles were covered in crimson blood.
"We'll have to get to a stairwell, the windows there aren't reinforced." I couldn't imagine what metal it was that could withstand the full power of a thousand year old vampire but I had to commend the hotel's choice if I was in any other situation.
"But they could find us!" I told him as I finally stood up to pull on my jacket.
"We should make it." He stopped himself then and back tracked, looking surprised that he'd let those words come out of his mouth. "We will make it. We have to go across to your room first." He walked back across the room, shaking his bleeding hand slightly as he did so. His jeans were immediately pulled on and his shirt slipped carefully on when he reached them. I was amazed that he already had a plan; my mind was doing strange things. I was sweeping between panic, fear and a strange calmness that allowed me to think of no essential thoughts.
"Here," I said quietly, having noticed that his knuckles were still trickling a little blood; he must have damaged his hand quiet badly for something so apparently simple to not have healed over already. I gently grabbed his hand in both of mine and kissed each of his knuckles in turn, not bothered by the blood, just needing to give some comfort. Vampires could feel pain, they were just better at fighting through it. As soon as I'd kissed the joint of his little finger I let his hand go, licked my lips, and took his other hand so that we could head out of the door.
I didn't think at that point to ask why we were going to my room. In hindsight it would have been a really good question. Instead I just jogged beside him as we ran as fast as we dared while remaining as quiet as possible down the corridor toward my room. The gunshots were getting louder although they weren't as continuous anymore. I concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other and keeping my breath nice, even and rhythmic to keep any unwanted minds out of my head.
"They're on the second floor." He whispered to me, scared that any form of noise would give away our position. We didn't know who they had with them, some vampires had been known to join the Fellowship of the Sun when they'd had enough of life and some shifters had joined because they simply hated vampires. We picked up our pace as we entered the corridor that took us to the other side of the hotel where my room was located and before I knew what was happening I was swept up into Eric's arms before we hit the stairwell that would take us to the correct floor.
My heart thumped in my ears which were beginning to ring due to the loud bangs of the guns. Every time a shot rang out I jumped, my nerves fraying with how on edge I was every second. I didn't let myself enjoy being cradled so close to his broad chest, or being wrapped up in his muscular arms, I just tracked our progress with the numbers that indicated which floor we were on. I wasn't as scared as I had been earlier in the closet, I was with my vampire, while I was still with him I had a lot more confidence in my safety.
"Can you run now?" He asked, whispering directly into my ear. I nodded and before the motion was even finished my feet were on the floor and my good hand was once again grasped in his larger one as he half pulled me down the corridor to my room.
It wasn't until we reached my room door that I realised I didn't have my key; it had been tucked safely away inside my wallet which had, of course, been in my purse that I hadn't seen since I'd been kidnapped.
"No key," I told Eric after patting my pockets in a gesture I knew was pointless even while doing it. He let my hand go, which made me automatically take several steps back. As soon as I was deemed a safe distance away he threw himself, shoulder first, into the wooden door which had more than the desired effect. Not only did the lock snap, the wood around it splintered beyond repair and an Eric sized dint ran the length of the door as well. The problem however was the crashing sound it had created although I could tell he hadn't used anywhere near his full strength which would have created a thundering crack.
"Quickly someone likely heard that. Make sure you have your passport and anything else you can fit into a small bag. He walked ahead of me into my bedroom. By the time I had gotten there myself, after I'd grabbed my passport from the safe, he'd already opened all of my drawers and had found the backpack that I'd brought with me.
"What are we doing?" I asked, the words grated on my throat, it seemed to be getting more painful if that was possible. I sifted through the items he'd thrown onto the bed and put several of the items into the bag.
"We're getting out of here," he replied, not bothering to look up from the drawer he was searching through.
"How out of here are you talking?" I changed shirt then since I'd been wearing it for close to twenty four hours and I still didn't exactly know what I was going to be doing.
"Out of the country. Tomorrow evening we're getting a plane back to the States." Another gunshot rang out, louder than before, that instinctively made me duck.
"Shit," I whispered out, hissing as I put weight onto my injured wrist when I stood up straight, pushing down on the mattress for leverage.
"Fourth floor, come on." He threw something at me, more specifically into the bag I was holding. I didn't waste any time marvelling at his aim, in fact all I did notice was that it was black and red along with being something that I didn't recognise. With tension building within me from how close the shooters were getting I closed the bag, pulled on my coat and strode toward the door even though Eric was still doing something in my room.
"Eric?" I called out, the door to the corridor already open, mainly because it had snapped off its hinges when we'd walked in. I stepped outside, still glancing behind me for his hulking figure that I couldn't see.
"Sookie! No!" It was too late for whatever he was warning me about; I'd already stepped across the threshold of the room and into the corridor. I glanced around to see what could possibly be happening and several things happened all at once.
Hatred filled my head, from another mind; I could see how much he hated vampires and everyone who associated with them. He thought they should all be killed and that being shot was far too quick a death. It was at that point I met his dull brown eyes that seemed to be on fire. He stared right at me and brought the gun up straight, finger already on the trigger. I didn't have enough time to do anything that would help, not to step back or even recoil, all I did was shut my eyes. The next thing there was an ear piercing bang that reverberated around the little corridor. This close it was impossible for him not to hit me but no pain came, there was no change to anything except a pressure wrapped around my chest.
A grunting grasp, a sound I really hadn't expected, made my eyes flutter open and I came face to face with Eric's agonised blue eyes. He was staring back at me intently. I could feel his chest heaving; he was pressed so close against me. His body was completely covering mine, his arms wrapped around me and his shoulders stooped to give me even more protection. Another shot rang out and once again I didn't feel anything. Eric rocked back before instantly curling up slightly a snarl hissing from his lips the whole time.
Eric gave himself another half of a second to recover as much as he could before he spun around while taking a step back from me at the same time. He whirled on the gunman, his hand outstretched, and knocked the gun from the human's hand easily. My vampire followed through with his other hand, snapping the assailant's wrist with a sickening crunch that I had heard far too often tonight. The sound was instantly followed by a howl of pain that was quickly turned into an agonised scream as Eric kicked his knee, breaking that too.
By this point I'd actually taken a couple of breaths and I could move again and I darted forward towards Eric who was about to snap the shooters neck. One hand locked underneath his jaw while the other steadied his shoulders and he pulled, harsh and fast so that the man never knew what was coming.
"Eric," I screamed out as I reached him, my hands roaming over his back where I could see blood oozing from the wounds. They were quite low on his right shoulder, only a couple of inches apart. With nausea rising quickly in my stomach I realised that if he hadn't been fast enough to protect me the bullets would have penetrated my heart; I'd be utterly dead if he hadn't taken the bullets for me.
"We need to go," he wheezed out and he finally turned to look at me. There was a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth which he licked away as soon as he saw my eyes resting on it. "I'm fine" he said steadily; his eyes locked with mine to show me that he wasn't just putting on a brave face, which of course he was because he must have been in terrible pain. He really was going to be okay. "Someone will come looking for him." I was still standing at his side, my eyes wandering over the little bullet wounds which were no longer bleeding but still open.
"Why aren't they closing?" I asked quietly and I finally snapped my eyes back away from the bullet holes, making myself focus on getting out of the hotel as soon as I knew the answer.
"Silver bullets, takes longer. The bullets need to be expelled as well." He shook his head slightly then, telling me that now was not the time for questions.
"Okay," I whispered back, trying desperately to take it all in. I'd seen vampires shot before but only ever by normal bullets and they'd pretty much healed instantly, I'd never been present to see the bullets expelled from their flesh.
He leaned down then and graced my lips with a grazing kiss before picking me up bridal style once more. My arms wound around his neck, my back pack was resting on my lap, and his strong arms kept me cradled snugly into his chest. We moved swiftly down the corridor back toward the stairs, once more I was surprised by how little I was jostled by his movement, especially since he was jogging. We soon made it to the stairwell which was lit with bright fluorescents, worrying about the feet which were thundering upwards from an unknown distance.
"Three floors away." Eric whispered before placing me gently on the ground. As soon as I'd got my balance he threw his fist into the dark tinted glass, shattering it easily even with the metal framework running through. With his arm through the glass up to mid forearm he flattened his hand and pulled back sharply, pulling the window which had remained in the frame with him, sending glass shards scattering across the floor. The footsteps picked up their pace at the noise and I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. I was swooped up into my vampires arms and before I could even think about asking what we were going to be doing next we were flying through the air.
The wind whipped my face, sending loose tendrils of hair flying around and the main thought running through my head was that it was ridiculously cold. I was shivering less than a few seconds after we'd left the building, huddling down into my jacket and against Eric's chest. My eyes were squinting to keep them from watering too much with the wind, but I could still see where we were going. I let my breath out slowly, amazed at the feat that Eric was performing; we weren't just hovering, or descending in a controlled method, we were physically flying through the air, above the streets of London.
I could still see the towers of the hotel over his shoulder but we'd travelled a long way in only a couple of seconds. We'd jumped out of an eighth floor window and now we were about three storeys above the ground, travelling swiftly along just above the rooftops of the buildings surrounding us.
"Where are we going?" I asked quietly, putting my lips as close to his ear as I could so that I could guarantee he could hear me.
"You'll find out when we get there." He replied, a determined look on his face when he glanced down at me.
I was finally beginning to relax; we'd left the hotel behind and even if some of the Guardians had made it to my floor in time, we'd been long gone before they'd have found us. They wouldn't be able to track us so we were safe. The only problem we faced now was finding a safe place for Eric to spend the day before making it to an airport in the evening.
I remained silent for the rest of the flight through the city which was the quietest I'd seen it; most of the lights were actually switched off in the buildings and it was too early for people to be awake. The horizon was beginning to lighten, turning from black to dark blue and I realised what I'd been missing while staying here; stars. The stars weren't to be seen. I was used to glancing up at the night sky and seeing a plethora of sparkling lights looking back down at me; whenever I felt alone at night all I had to do was look up at the sky and feel surrounded by love, with my departed family members up there. I never understood why people felt alone when gazing at the sky. I never felt insignificant as many claimed, I felt part of something bigger, something more important.
"We are here." Eric's words startled me, I'd been so intent on the night sky and when I snapped my eyes forward I found an imposing building looming up ahead.
It was a pale brick building, white around the edges with four towers, one rising up at each corner. Three sets of windows indicated three storeys with impossibly high ceilings and a deep foundation with rooms underground was hinted at by the size of what I guessed was a moat running around the edge. For some inexplicable reason we'd come to the Tower of London.
"What are we doing here?" I asked, my arms still wrapped around his neck and I was now so cuddled up that my head was resting in the little crook where his shoulder met his neck.
"We're going inside," he replied quietly, his voice barely more than a breath in the night air. "We're going underneath." My eyes bulged out at that statement, I couldn't help it. The stories about this place were not pleasant; torture, prison, execution and murders to name just a few. Before I knew it Eric was walking along the ground, his footsteps not making any sound at all. From up above, sounds from the famous ravens could be heard, stirring in the early morning and I glanced up to see them but against the dark back drop I didn't stand a chance. "Here, can you walk?" I nodded my head yet I kept a firm grasp on his arm as soon as he began to lower me to the ground.
In front of us was a small antique wood door, the kind that had wrought iron castings to strengthen it and a circular handle. It was barely taller than me and only just wide enough to allow a normal sized person entry; it was through this door that Eric expected me to go first. He pulled it open, the slight screeching sounding much louder in the stillness the tower slept in. Darkness and shadow were the only occupants of whatever lay before me; I couldn't see anything to tell me what room I was walking into or whether it was even a room at all.
"Lover go on, it's perfectly safe." With his hand encouraging me forward at the small of my back I edged forward, hand held out in front of me as I went. Eric remained no more than a foot away from me, following me intently until we were both huddled into the small space; I'd stopped walking when I'd first realised there was a flight of stairs leading down just in front. I was just about to ask what we were doing when there was a delicate thud followed by a bright luminance that lit up the entire room.
An electric light bulb hung down from the ceiling, no shade, and it was partnered with several others that lit the stairway periodically. It went downward as far as I could see. The room we were in was only as big as a jail cell; it had no windows even though a draft blew through as though there were several. When I turned around Eric standing next to the modern, white plastic, light switch, his hand still on the device.
"You couldn't have done that before?" I asked, putting as much heat into my voice that my throat would allow.
"The door needed to be shut before I could put the light on. Most people that work here believe it to be a door that no longer leads anywhere. Go down the stairs." I sighed yet remained obedient and turned around to head down the stairs that led deep below the main building.
The lights extended all the way down which was even further underground than I'd anticipated because the stairs just led straight down, no corners, spirals or landings. It was rather difficult to judge exactly how far we'd gone; I lost count at about a hundred and the second time I started up I got to over two hundred. When we finally reached the end which opened up into a rather cavernous room compared to what I'd endured since entering the tower, my legs ached as much as my wrist. It was at this point that Eric took the lead, taking my uninjured hand in his; the one that had been cut on the metal plate covering the hotel window although it had healed completely now. We walked in silence to the other side where another door was partly hidden into the wall. Once inside I found it to be a rather cosy little room with a rudimentary sink, toilet and what I imagined passed for a bed; a heap of folded blankets with a sleeping bag thrown on top for good measure.
"We'll be spending the day here, as soon as the sun nears the horizon we'll go up and head for the airport." He flicked a switch and the massive room behind us, including the stairway, was thrown into darkness once more while leaving our little room bathed in warm light.
"What is this?" I asked; amazed by the fact that something like this could be hidden away under such an historic building without anyone knowing.
"It was built when the tower was by vampires living in the city at that time. It's a safe place to stay if you ever need it. During the world wars we used it as a bomb shelter. There's hardly any use for it anymore but it's still kept stocked just in case, by a few traditionalists." Once he was finished speaking he went over to a crate in the corner, taking the top off and grabbing a bottle of synthetic blood. "It's not exactly comfortable for humans but it's just for a few hours." He shrugged his shoulders and a slight grimace ghosted across his face.
"How are the wounds?" My hands grazed over his knuckles, the hand that was holding the bottle, to find that nothing at all marred the alabaster skin. I worked my way around to his back, fingertips never leaving his body until I got to the little holes in his black shirt that showed flaking dried blood underneath.
"I'm fine. No bullets left. Get comfortable." I didn't move away from his back though, my fingers were gently rubbing away the caked up blood so that I could see the healed skin underneath. At least the skin had healed, the way he was moving suggested that it wasn't quite the same inside. With a flickering grin he moved away from me to walk to the make shift cot which he spread out across the floor, laying the sleeping bag down on the floor next to him. He didn't say anything else instead he patted the bedding next to him, inviting me to sit down with him.
I sat down, letting my head collapse onto his chest since his arm had immediately gone around my shoulders, keeping me snugly pressed into his side. His scent washed over me, the deep masculine smell mixed with vampire and a hint of washing powder that was uniquely Eric. Only now there was a subtle hint of blood thrown into the mix, it didn't bother me though; it was a scent you got used to when dealing with vampires. I was eternally grateful to the man that cradled me close that it wasn't my blood for once.
"Thank-you," I whispered, putting as much sincerity as I could into the words, squeezing him tight for extra emphasis.
"I know." He placed a tender kiss on my hair, just above my forehead. "You really do have a nose for trouble lover, there's never a dull moment around you." There was a soft rumbling in his chest, the start of a chuckle that never progressed.
"I love the quiet though, I never got beaten up until I met and got involved with vampires."
"Don't worry about that, you're safe now, I won't let you get hurt." For the first time I believed those words, even though I'd heard them many times before. Sitting in a small room buried deep beneath London, fleeing from the Guardians of the Day and after being kidnapped I felt completely and utterly safe.
When I awoke sometime later my head was resting in Eric's lap, my hands were clutching one of his thighs tightly as though I'd never let go. There was absolutely no movement in the room and the only sound was from my still deep, rhythmic breathing. I couldn't see his face from my position but I had a feeling he was in his day time slumber. One of his hands rested on my shoulder, a lock of my hair wrapped around his fingers and a blanket pulled up around me to keep me warm since my snuggle-buddy lacked body heat. I really didn't mind. Sighing, I shuffled slightly to ease some of the ache in my bones and then I settled down, closing my eyes to give over to sleep once more.
Waking up the second time I found myself laid on my other side, nose pressed into the black material of Eric's shirt and arms wrapped around his waist. It seemed that I really didn't want to let him go in my sleep. He was, of course, still in exactly the same position as before including my hair woven around his fingers. I had no idea how much time had passed, I just knew that I felt quite rested so several hours at least. I wriggled out of Eric's arms, rolling onto the floor before scrambling upright. It was while he was dead to the world that I took care of human necessities.
"This is what you packed?" I shrieked out, holding up the black and red lingerie that I'd just pulled out of my rucksack. I was in the middle of getting changed; I'd already stripped down to my underwear in preparation for clean garments. I glanced up at him surprised to see his intelligent eyes were open, his gaze trailing lazily up and down my body. "Why?" I asked this time, knowing I had his attention even if he wasn't necessarily processing what I was saying. He didn't reply, verbally at least, instead he just wiggled his eyebrows while a suggestive smirk crossed his lips. "Men." I whispered to myself, a statement that would have had more impact if I wasn't secretly grateful they'd been packed and if my stomach hadn't grumbled loudly, ruining my seriousness. Before I could move or even ask about whether this place stocked human food Eric was up and across the room, searching through the crate. Amazingly he came up with a bottle of water and several cereal bars.
"How are you feeling?" His voice was deep, thick with sleep and a little bit of lust too; his fangs were elongated and he'd barely broken his gaze from me. He handed the items over to me but he didn't step back, his fingertips grazing up my arm until he reached my neck, moving my hair away so he could take in my scent.
"Better." I replied honestly; my wrist barely twinged with movement, my bodily bruising wasn't as extensive as I'd anticipated, even my throat, which was still highly painful, allowed me to speak in a normal tone.
"Are you going to get changed?" He asked, lips brushing against my skin and setting me on fire while a small shiver ran down my spine.
"Turn around," I smiled, feeling deliciously evil even as I spoke the words. His response was to kiss my neck hard enough for me to feel the sharp pricks of his fangs but pull away as soon as I started to lean into him. He was obedient however, turning around fully so that his back was to me and even took a small step back so that he wasn't pressed up against me. I placed the food and water on the ground so that I could quickly change. As soon as I was done I picked them up and plopped myself back down on the make shift bed. "Done." He growled slightly as he turned to face me, a promise evident in his eyes but he didn't say anything, instead he grabbed another bottle of synthetic blood and joined me.
"So what happens now?" I asked since I desperately needed to know what was happening in general with the world above us; the vampires' reactions would be interesting and most likely bloody in retaliation for the injuries to their kind I could only imagine.
"The summit meeting will be over, they might reschedule although probably not. The most important meetings, or the majority of them, were completed. We get out of the country and away from the Guardians, back to normal life." He paused for a moment; I could almost see the deep concentration on his otherwise stony face. For a vampire he was actually pretty expressive normally. "Do you even have a normal life?"
"Not really," was my honest reply. The parts of my life not governed by supernatural influences were getting few and far between; I worked for a vampire Queen, my best friend was a witch, my boss was a shapeshifter and my ex boyfriend, possibly new boyfriend too, were vampires. "I have good times and bad." I prayed that he wouldn't ask me which category this past week would fall into because I really didn't know; kidnapped and beaten were obviously bad but I'd also met Eric, experiencing some amazing nights. "What about the Queen?" I'd never even spared her a thought during the whole ordeal of the shoot out, I wasn't entirely sure how I should feel about that.
"She's safe."
"How do you know?" I spun around slightly to see his face.
"That's what I was doing earlier in your room when you started leaving. She got out like all of our area. I don't know the damage to the rest." He shrugged his shoulders, ending our discussion on that particular topic so I dove straight into another question that I really needed to know the answer to. We were leaving England much quicker than I'd anticipated and if these were my last few hours with my vampire I had to treasure the remaining minutes.
"What happens when we get back to America?" My voice was slightly weaker than I would have liked but I kept my eye contact.
"We'll get the next flight out of the country to somewhere on the East coast or directly to Shreveport or close by. We'll get a connecting flight if we need to and Pam will meet us at the local airport, she will be able to take you home. Don't worry about that."
"No, that's not really what I meant."
"I will be paying your travel costs. Consider it a business expense. If it makes you feel better I will make sure the Queen reimburses me." He took another deep swig of his blood and I knew he wasn't purposefully ignoring my question, he honestly thought that was what I wanted to know. I really wasn't worried about the money; for the first time in my life I wasn't too conscious about money, as much as I hated working for the vampires, it did pay well.
"No. What happens to, um, us when we get back?" He quirked his eyebrows at my stuttering and I powered through. "Does anything change when we get back to the States? Do we go back to not knowing each other?"
"No." He replied easily, staring straight back at me and I panicked slightly, not knowing which question he was answering. "Whether you like it or not I will be around. You are too much fun and you genuinely interest me; that's saying a lot for a breather." He didn't just leave it there though, quick as a blink he was a hair's breadth away from me, his lips hovering over mine and his hands looped behind my neck.
He didn't leave me hanging long but it was enough time for my breath to hitch, becoming ragged and my heart to quirk in my chest. My lips were already parted from anticipation when he leaned in that extra little bit to kiss me. He moved expertly with me and I was kissing him back instantly, exploring his mouth with my tongue and teasing myself by running the tip of my tongue over his fangs which had elongated again. His hands worked down from my neck, massaging all the way, until he reached my waist. I was in the air the next instant, being moved to sit in his lap where I could press my torso against his and feel all of his glorious muscles underneath me.
"We need to go." He whispered, pulling away far too soon for my liking and if the erection pressing into my crotch was any indication, too soon for him also.
"Where to?" I asked quietly, breath coming out in pants.
"Heathrow."
Getting to the airport was far less problematic than I'd anticipated; I was carried up the stairs since I never would have made it up in one go without help since we were further underground than I'd estimated yesterday and when we reached the surface we simply took a taxi. It turned out there was a small stash of clothes down there too; Eric managed to find a plain black t-shirt instead of the shirt with the bullet holes. It was ill fitting, too tight across the shoulders and baggy around the waist but it was far less conspicuous than the blood stained one. He also managed to find a jacket as well; it really wasn't his style being a simple cotton mac in grey but it made him blend in better since it was so cold outside. I also discovered at the hotel that if you paid enough money, you could pretty much get onto any flight you wanted, of course it definitely helped when you were with a thousand year old vampire that could enthral the staff into doing what the hell he wanted.
Most surprisingly though was the fact that we were taking a standard plane across the pond and that Eric would be joining me in the passenger section. He simply couldn't get a vampire friendly airline to take him since there weren't any flying to the States within the next twenty four hours and going in the cargo hold of a standard plane without a specialised coffin was asking for trouble. He assured me that it would be fine, night had well and truly fallen by the time we boarded, in first class, and even though we were travelling back through time zones we'd never hit sunlight. Even if we did for a little while he'd be able to hide out in the little restroom without much problem. So having a relaxing vampire beside me became one of the reasons that I had the best plane journey ever. That and the question he whispered into my ear as soon as the 'fasten safety belts' sign had been switched off. "Want to join the mile high club?"
So what did you think? Please don't kill me for leaving it there. You know i love feedback almost as much as i love a certain viking vampire :)
The title this week I'll Never Let them Hurt You, I Promise comes from the My Chemical Romance song Vampires Will Never Hurt You. I've been waiting ages to be able to use that line as a story title.
i'll be trying to update on thursday next week as a little thanksgiving gift to you guys and i have xmas presents (yes plural) lined up too. I just have to get through an exam in december first.
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