You guys probably thought I died. Sorry it took so long to update, but my mom surprised me by taking my sister and I to Hersheypark! I also have two swim meets Saturday and Sunday (one is short-course and one is long-course). So I will meet you at the bottom!

Chapter Thirty-Six

Welcome to Paris

I moan once again as the jet hits an area of turbulence. Even though I am now immortal, planes still make me nervous. Caius raises an eyebrow at me. I sigh and complain once more. "Why couldn't we just run to Paris?"

"Because that is very tiring. Plus, I already spent the money on the jet so you will have to suck it up," Caius says for the 39th time. "Besides, it's only a 2 hour flight, Casey."

"Two hours too long," I complain and I slump back into my seat. I finish the glass of blood and look out the window. I wish I could still sleep. Maybe if I try really hard, I can fall asleep. I close my eyes tightly and try to relax. Caius lets out a snort of laughter and I open my eyes to glare at him. "Is something funny?"

"What were you doing with your face? You looked absolutely ridiculous!" he laughs.

"I was trying really hard to sleep, but since you broke my concentration, I will no longer be able to do it," I state. Caius gives me an odd look, but remains silent. In about one minute, I get utterly bored. "Caius! I'm bored."

"What am I supposed to do?" he asks.

"Entertain me," I say. All of a sudden, a flash of brilliance descends on me. I hop out of my seat and rush over to a very worried looking Caius. "What do I have to do this time?" he asks.

"I'm going to teach you a handshake," I say. About five minutes later, I have taught Caius the fine art of "Pattycake". We sit on the floor, crisscross-apple-sauce, slapping our hands together at vampire speed.

Pattycake, pattycake, baker's man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Roll it and pat it and mark it with a B
And put it in the oven for Baby and me

I burst out laughing and say, "I hope you know this is a game that parents teach their two year old babies?"

"What? You taught me a child's game?" Caius says outraged.

"Dude, calm down," I say. The look on Caius's face is priceless. It is a mix of anger and confusion. Apparently no one has ever called him 'dude' before. He takes a deep breath and asks, "What is a 'dude'?"

"It's just something you call someone," I explain. "Like brother or fella. All the hipsters say it."

"Hipsters?"

"Never mind."

"Hello, this is your captain speaking," a voice over the intercom says. "I would like all passengers into their seats. We will be touching down in Paris in about 10 minutes."

Oh god, I hate when the plane lands. It is even worse than takeoff. I seat in the seat next to Caius and clutch onto his sleeve for dear life. I don't let go of him until the pilot says the plane has safely landed. I slowly release my death grip on Caius and stand up. He looks a little flustered, but brushes it off. We gather our luggage and exit the plane.

After kissing the ground multiple times, Caius pulls me up and into the car. It is a long and silent drive to the hotel. I look out the window and marvel at the beautiful streets of Paris. I can't believe that I am actually here! This is what I have been dreaming about since I was 13! A cute guy waves to me and I give a flirty wave back. Caius scowls and looks away. What is his problem? The driver pulls up to the Champs Elysees Plaza and a bellhop comes to take our bags. Hey, he's kind of cute. I flash the man a smile and he blushes and quickly lowers his eyes. Caius grabs my hand and pulls me into the lobby. He goes up to the front desk and says, "Reservation for Volturi, please."

"Oh, the Prestige Suite," the lady says giving Caius a very seductive look. What the heck? She is like 15 years older than him! Well, physically. I shoot the lady a look and take the key from her hands. "Come on, honey. Let's go."

Caius says nothing until we are in the elevator. "Honey? Where did that come from?"

"I thought it was a good way to tell the lady 'back off you're like 20 years older than him'," I say. "But seriously, Caius? The Prestige Suite? We aren't even going to be sleeping."

"Then I guess I will cancel the dinner reservation at the Jules Verne then…"

"You got us dinner reservations at the Jules Verne?" I ask in disbelief. "That is the most expensive restaurant in the Eiffel Tower!"

"I know," Caius says with a smile. The elevator opens to reveal a single door. I unlock the door and peer inside. The room is elegant, with a black and white color scheme. I rush to one of the couches and start bouncing up and down. "This room is awesome!"

"The luggage has already been brought up. Your room is to the left, mine is to the right," Caius says sitting down on one of the chairs. "So, what do you want to do?"

What do I want to do? I want to see the Eiffel Tower, go to the Opera House, and visit the Arc de Triomphe. Wait, I know what I want to do. I hop up and grab my purse. "Caius, I want to go shopping."

"Crap."

"What about this purse?" I ask holding up a red Louis Vuitton purse. We have been in the store for 2 hours and so far, Caius has not been any help. "Why do you need a new purse? The one you have is perfectly fine," Caius groans.

Before I can answer, I man with inky black hair comes up behind me. "Because, sir. This is a Louis Vuitton purse. Owning one of these is every woman's dream."

"Thank you," I say giving Caius an 'I told you' look.

"Hi, my name is Magnus," the man says holding out his hand. I shake it amiably and say, "My name is Casey and this is Caius."

"Is this your first time in Paris?" Magnus asks.

"Oui," I reply. Magnus and I start chatting. It turns out that he also works at Jules Verne and loves photography. An idea pops into my mind. "Why don't you take some photos of me and Caius in front of the Eiffel Tower?" I suggest. "We have dinner reservation, but after dinner you can take some photos."

"That would be amazing!" Magnus says. "Here is my number. Call me so we can get some details."

"Okay!" I say cheerfully. I buy the red purse and leave the store with Caius hot on my trail. After we are a good distance away from the store, Caius blurts out, "I don't like him."

"Why not?" I ask.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you? It was inappropriate," he says.

"Caius, he is gay," I state.

"How do you know that?"

"One, I have a sixth sense that helps me spot gay people. Two, no guy works at Louis Vuitton, is good at photography, and is that hot without having some catch," I explain.

"Whatever," Caius mumbles. We stroll down the streets as I shop for a dress to wear to dinner in a few nights. We will probably just have a few drinks and I will probably order a desert. Though I still need blood, I have discovered that I can eat sweet things. I found out the hard way that vampires can consume alcohol and they can get drunk. I wonder where those pictures went…

We stop in a few more stores before heading to some of the tourist destinations. It is 12 A.M. before we finally make it back to the hotel. I go to my bedroom and flop down on the bed. I'm bored. I wonder if Caius is still up. I creep towards his room and peek in. Caius is sitting in a chair reading. Perfect. Using my new telekinetic powers, I make all the pillows from his bed fly at his face. Caius, caught off guard, falls back in his chair. Unable to contain my laughter, I fall to the floor cracking up. The next thing I know, a pillow flies at my face. Oh, it's on now.

That night, I have the most epic pillow fight ever. We leave the suite filled with feathers and pillow fabric. Sure, it is probably going to cost a lot of money to get it fixed, but whatever. For once in his life, I think Caius Volturi actually had fun.

So, do you like Magnus? I know I do. He is based off of Magnus Bane from the Mortal Instruments because Magnus Bane is amazing! But seriously, rate and review and follow and favorite! :)