- So I've just noticed that i 've numbering these wrong on the drop down chapter bar...hehe..Oops-

Chapter 11

"So, where are we going?" I asked as I stood in the doorway of the living room. Nikolas smirked as he held the phone up to his ear. Vampires having phones, what do ya think about that? I mused. I leaned back and folded my arms over my chest and went back to waiting. Nissa appeared on the couch and tossed Nikolas something. She smiled at me before she disappeared again. Nikolas finished his conversation and hung up the phone.

"Here you'll need this" he said tossing me a black book. I just barely caught and flipped it over.

"A passport? Okay where are we going Nikolas?" I looked it over. I never had a passport before. "Wait, when did you get this?'

"About twenty minutes ago"

"How?"

"Do you want to know?" I shook my head. Vampires and their 'connections'. "Come on" He said pulling on my arm "We'll miss our flight." He grabbed my suitcase and we made it to the front door before I stopped short. In the driveway was a shiny new silver Volvo.

"Wait. Who's driving?" I squeaked. Nikolas tauntingly dangled a key in front of my face. I felt the color drain from it. Shit.

"Next time I drive." I cried as I threw open the car door and fell out. Nikolas's driving had improved very little in the last three hundred or so years. By the time we reached the airport, a mere half hour ride turned fifteen minutes, I had counted about forty-five terrified fellow drivers, twenty-three pedestrians that had to literally throw themselves out of harms way, and at least a dozen stray cats that must have seen their lives flash before their eyes. Nikolas had been laughing at me, as I held on to the seat for dear life, the whole trip there.

I don't think I had ever been so scared in my life.

"Well you didn't expect me to just 'pop' us here did you?" He asked, lifting me up off the pavement. Yeah, actually I had. I stood where I was until I stopped shaking. I was doing that I lot I realized. Could it be from…? I banished the thought as Nikolas dragged my suitcase, propelled me to the revolving door. I went first and somehow got stuck and had to go around four times before I could get out. Nikolas rolled his eyes. He had managed to get it on the first try. We spent a half hour checking in and boarding the plane. I sighed as I sat back in my seat. In first class. I smirked at no one as I closed my eyes. I must have fallen asleep. When I opened my eyes the seats were full and the moon was shining in the window. "How long have I been asleep?" I asked as I turned to Nikolas who was flipping through a book. He put his finger to his lips and whispered

"Three hours"

"Wow, who knocked me out?" I muttered. Nikolas snorted and went back to reading. I turned my head and studied the breathtaking sky. The color was a blue I had only seen in my dreams of flying, similar to the ocean's, but deeper. The stars were twinkling like rhinestones in dull light. Once and awhile one would sparkle brighter and catch my eye. I was interrupted by my stomach's hunger protests. I remembered all I had eaten was a peanut butter and pickle sandwich earlier. I pushed the stewardess button.

The blond woman who came over was much to perky for whatever hour it was.

"Can I help you miss?" She eyed Nikolas who was pretending to be engrossed in whatever he was reading.

"Um can I..., is there anything you have, that I can have to eat?" I blushed slightly, when she looked taken aback.

"We served dinner while you were asleep, but I'm sure I can find you something." she smiled and added. "Would you like a blanket and pillow?"

I nodded. "And you Sir?" Nikolas nodded also. At least he was going to keep up illusions of normalcy. She left and returned in a matter of minutes. She handed us both plush steel blue blankets and pillows, then retrieved ten small bags of animal crackers and a bottle of water out of her pockets.

"Excuse me Miss," I said before she turned away. "When will we be landing?"

"We'll be landing in Berlin in six hours" she replied and went back to her station. I turned to Nikolas.

"Berlin? As in, Germany?" I asked as I cocked an eyebrow. He nodded solemnly and put his book aside. To my annoyance he pulled up the blanket around his neck and pretended to yawn.

"I'm sleepy" he murmured. Soon he was 'sleeping'. I sighed exasperated and ripped open the first bag and downed the crackers in a heart beat. Suddenly I felt sick and reached for the air sickness bag the airlines supplied. I threw up and 'woke up' Nikolas, who was now leaning over rubbing my back.

"I didn't think you got air sick" he muttered into my ear.

"Yeah" I lied. "It happened all the time when I was younger." No it didn't. I never got sick. Never; the term 'morning sickness' popped into my head. I inwardly sighed, this Thing was growing fast. Morning sickness doesn't set in until month five or six. Panic hit me in the gut. How long before I start showing? I fell asleep soon after Nikolas cleaned me up. Leaving me feeling like a baby. The rest of the trip was a blur. I remember waking up again and again to vomit with Nikolas always at my side. By the time we landed I was very weak and had to be supported but Nikolas. The florescent lights of the airport hurt my eyes and the car ride made me sick. I remember looking out a window and seeing mountains. I fell asleep soon after that. When I woke again I was lying in a strange room.

Alone.

-Okay I might be drawing some parallels to Twilight but I swear the Volvo is were I draw the line…okay maybe not BUT if I do, do more it will be only little things, like cars, names, ect. REVIEW IF YOU LIKED IT!-LR