I would merely like to say before you read this chapter, that yes – I did find myself jumping from each scene as if it was a totally different bit when it in fact wasn't and it sounds a little stupid and I apologize. I haven't written this in a little while and it always take me another little while to get back into the general flow of a story – Please enjoy ^^

Chapter 11

The plane was pretty roomy (of course seeing as it probably usually carried a fair few vamps) and quiet cozy. It seemed kinda like a hotel room/rooms in the air. There were a couple little tables coming out of the walls with two chairs on either side, all of them were by windows. I saw a door which I assumed went to a toilet and of course on one side were a few chairs that went into beds. The plane didn't need coffins because the windows had firm cover systems which would not break or allow light into the inside.

I wondered for an instant exactly how rich Eric was, but I quickly shoved the thought away and chose to simply sit in a seat by a window and watch the flight progress. A little while into the flight as everyone got comfortable in doing something, Eric came and sat across from me – I spared him a sideways glance and smile.

'Enjoying the view?' He smiled

'Yes, it's very... beautiful...' I answered

'Why, thank you' Eric said as he dusted over his clothes with his hands in a humble sort of way. I chuckled weakly to myself – I guessed that apart from his looks, Eric could use his charm and humour to seduce women. Seduce? Hehe, it sounded funny coming from my mouth... mind... mind-mouth.

'Eric,' I said as I turned my attention back to the stars just behind the plane window. 'What really interests you...?' I asked. This was really something I wanted to know because... I was - and probably always would be - very confused about why he liked me. Sure my boss seemed to 'pat my butt' a lot, so to speak, but that was just 'cause he was pervert. I didn't have a big chest, I wasn't 'dirty', and I wasn't cute – what did I possibly have to offer?

'I'm not too sure...' Eric sounded lost as he, too, stared out the window. I shot a concealed glance at him and instantly blushed as I looked at his olden beauty. Eric was a Viking man, a warrior, it seemed kinda funny to think he came from such a time... but I honestly-

'It pleases me to know that you look at me that way' Eric smiled, still not looking my way. I quickly turned my gaze back to the window.

'I suppose...' Eric smiled after a while, looking down at the table 'you interest me'

'I interest you... why? I don't really have anything particular to offer, nothing a different average girl doesn't have' I smiled weakly back at him. I put my head down on the table on my arms as I still tried not to meet his glance by staring out the window. Eric put a hand on my head and gently caressed my hair.

'You have everything to offer' Eric smiled 'And have you not looked in the mirror since you were changed?'

'Of course I have' I said, trying to conceal my shock 'I didn't see any difference...'

'Well, others have.' Eric seemed to understand me. He was generally sweet – although I still wasn't sure if that was his real character.

When we landed I was instantly in love with Venice. I swear, if Paris is the city of love then this was the city of total and full on passion.

The city looked beautiful - although it was practically night time the sun was just slightly visible over the horizon, clouds were in the purple sky and lights were on everywhere. There must have been a celebration about something because brightly lit boats were going through the harbours and there were different coloured fireworks. Eric and me were the last two to get off the plane.

'Eric, what is this?' I asked as he came out behind me. He bent over slightly to whisper in my ear 'It's Redentore – it's beautiful, isn't it?'

'Of course...' I smiled over my shoulder to him.

As we jumped off the plane I realised we hadn't actually brought any luggage, Eric must have known I noticed because before I could ask he said 'did we really have time to get luggage?'

I supposed not but it was still kinda strange, getting off a plane with absolutely no luggage.

'Do we have clothes wherever we're staying...?' I asked, still very smiley and still staring at the festivities.

'No, but we will go shopping later. All countries seem to have shops for vampires now - ones that stay open at night time – so it shouldn't be too difficult for us to find some clothes...' Pam smiled at me. We hadn't really talked much but we still had some kind of slight relationship, I could tell Pam was a lot more like a human woman than the others – she seemed very interested in the city and even more interested in the shopping aspect.

Outside the airport a couple of cars pulled up. At first I was a little apprehensive about getting into any one of them – with their darkened windows and sleek shiny blackness – but then out popped a vampire driver who smiled at us.

'Coming?' He smiled and then got back into his driver seat. Eric, Pam, Chow and me all got into that car and sat in silence for a little while. I got a seat by the car window and I just watched out as we drove along. Venice really was beautiful. All the little boats going up and down the canals were being pushed by someone who stood and looked like they knew exactly where they were, where they were going and they looked pretty... blissful.

When we got to the hotel, I was even more amazed. The vampire stuff that normal humans made for our comfort was cool – they made it all... elegant and extravagant, because they knew us as being 'old fashioned'. This place was the tip of the cake.

It was modern and elegant and extravagant. It was amazingly beautiful and I fell in love with it the moment I stepped inside.

The colours were all beautifully layered onto each other, creating intricate patterns of reds and blues – swirls and curls. There was a substantial amount of lighting – perhaps to make it seem more like daytime – but enough to make it seem cozier, rather than feeling like a spotlight. Not many people were walking around and about, perhaps a fair 3 or 4 in each small group? But there was a large amount of vampires walking around too.

Once we had all settled into our rooms, Eric and I sat down to speak to one another more – although the conversation was a little... odd.

'May I ask you something...?' Eric smiled, looking to a window instead of at me.

'Ask away' I smiled.

'Earlier... when we were exchanging blood... were you... enjoying it? You seemed to like telling me to... put my arm around you and such...' Eric said, looking as straight faced as if he were talking strictly business – he raised a hand a stroked his chin interestedly. My mind panicked a little there – what would I tell him? I was afraid of telling him I loved him because, well, it was difficult.

'Do I have to answer this question...?' I blushed and stared down at the table

'Yes... you do.' Eric smiled down at me

'I suppose I enjoyed it a little - but o-only because I've never really had that experience before...' I added quickly, panicking more and more as I said it.

Eric's gaze held on my face, taking in every detail of my emotion and then – slowly – he lowered his hand and placed it upon my face. Well, that only made me blush more.

'If... you do not want to tell me these things, then I accept that' Eric smiled 'I understand that was an embarrassing question for you'

I smiled up at him and my blushing cooled a little 'Thank you...'

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That's a picture I based what she was seeing on, and I just used a website to find a good festival – sorry if it's wrong! I've never been to Venice : !