Part 3: Lost
Warmth was the first thing my mind registered, I pushed closer towards it, held it in my hands as it was cradled in my arms. I opened my eyes, still hazy from sleep, and I saw him beside me, his arms wrapped around my waist, a sigh escaped my lips as I gently slid out from under him and into the empty seat beside us. From my watch, it was about one am Chinese time, and we had only minutes left until we were above Hong Kong. I looked over at him again, he was groping for something, Me?, in his slumber.
Eventually having the majority of his body halfway onto the cabin floor, I went over to him and wanted to wake him up before he hurt himself.
"Get up..." I said, gently shaking his hand. He was still searching for something. "Wake up! This is not a joke." I said, and slapped him across the face.
"Hey! What the hell?" He asked, almost shoving me away.
"You could have hurt yourself in your sleep; now get up. The plane is landing any time now." I told him, as he got up to straighten his clothes and hair.
"We are now landing, please fasten your seatbelts. Thank your for cooporation." The stewardess said, as she took her seat. The plane came to a rushing stop. I went off the plane with him, sunrise was hours away and we needed to find the hotel. He followed behind me. Hong Kong was a crowded city, the hotel was only four blocks from us. So we walked, the streets crowded with vendors, school girls out late partying, and tourist areas.
I found the hotel, six stories high.
"Ah, Miss Caprice. Here your room keys. Enjoy your stay." Said the man behind the counter, handing us our keys. Ladies in the lobby laughed at us, giggling as we boarded the elevator. I looked at the package with the card keys on it "honey moon suite". I just made reservations for whichever room had high speed internet, multiple phone lines, and more then one bed. He looked not a bit bothered. We arrived at the fourth floor, the hallways were lightly lit, the signs of a sunrise to soon happen were showing over the horizon. I quickly opened our door, walking over to the drapes to close them, they were the only window in the room which led out to a large balcony.
"What do you plan to do until dawn?" He asked from behind me, picking up a basket on the bed, full of intimate items, his face was smiling.
"No." I told him straight out. He went to the kitchenette and opened up the fruit basket, taking out an apple.
"Want one?" He asked, his mouth full.
"No thank you." I told him, trying to be polite. Where did my package go. I heard the bell ring at the door.
"Ma'am, I am so sorry about your package being late. Here", she handed it to me. "And here is complimentry breakfast for both of you. Thank you for your patience", she said, the little girl making her way back downstairs. He slid the cart inside as I took the package.
"Mm, bacon, eggs, pancakes...you want some? You haven't eaten since..." He thought for a moment as I removed my guns and holsters, "Actually I haven't seen you eat. Do you?"
"We can, I never did. Blood is for sustanence but most vampires enjoy food also." I told him, cleaning my glock.
"Why?"
"Too busy, I just depended on blood for sustancence like I said." I put down the gun and made my way to the phone. Dialing Edward's number through information.
"Hello?" A woman answered.
"I must speak with Edward, it is urgent."
"May I ask who is calling?"
"Selene." I heard a yell in the background.
"Selene?! Oh my, where have you been all these years? Been missing you." He said.
"In Hungary. Hunting for those lycan bastards. But that's not why I'm calling."
"Then why?"
"I broke the covenant. Combining the bloodlines."
"My God, you would be the last one I suspect. So...you know."
"Yes, as much as the old books tell. Lucian began the war, I know of Sonja, and I...I created a hybrid."
"Abomination." He said, no emotion in his voice.
"Please don't think of it that way."
"Where is Kraven?"
"He ran, he was-"
"Conspiring with them, I know." His voice dripped with disgust.
"How? Who knows?"
"Anyone, including Amelia, who has been around Kraven long enough would. But not all of us were so...in the loop of his plans. All I have heard is that Amelia is dead, slain along with the council."
"Viktor is as well. I decapitated him."
"Good riddens. Because they are most likely regrouping still, you should come over tonight."
"And the deathdealers there?"
"Like kittens, they are new. Barely know their strength as is." He laughed, as did I.
"Alright, see you then." I hung up and turned towards him. Still eating. I sat next to him, grabbing the New York Times, and a bagel.
"Thought you'd eat soon." He said, his mouth full. I looked over the recap of last week in Europe. One of the articles read "Shooting broke out in Eastern Budapest last week, another wave of violence mysteriously sprouting. Suspected gang and mafia violence said to be the cause. Two suspects have been idenitified as an assasin known only as the alias "Selene" and Doctor Micheal Corvin, an American citizen who went missing during the midst of this violence. Selene should be regarded as heavily armed, and extremely dangerous. Corvin, if found alive, is to report to the nearest American embassy."
"Oh..my..God..." I said, stunned, my picture was in there along with Micheal's. I knew the Ordoghaz had connections but this was astounding. We were now wanted by the FBI, CIA and all other American organizations.
"What?" He asked, I handed him the paper. "Oh...okay, well."
"Do you know what this means??" I asked him, he shook his head no. "It means that your passport was logged....They know where we are!"
"Great. Now what do we do, run to the sewers like rats?"
"No, we get as much ammunition as we can, guns from Edward and then we flee."
"But to where? And how? My passport keeps getting logged?"
"Somewhere where there is no coven branch yet."
"The end of the world?" He asked, laughing.
"No, the Eastern United States, Africa and the Middle East have long gone untouched. We'll figure out a stradegy when the time comes. I'm going to sleep, stay up will you?" I handed him a low power handgun.
"How do I use this." He asked, fumbling with the gun.
"You push down the red
button, the safety, aim it using the laser sight, and squeeze the
trigger. I have two other magazines loaded." I said, taking off
my sweater and boots. The bed was warm, close to the heater of the
room. The mirrored ceiling glared down at me.
I suddenly heard a
shot go off and a distinct "sorry!"
What have you gotten yourself into...
