Sorry for taking so long to update! The last few weeks of school were royal hell. But the fic is back and I promise to update more often! Sorry for the shortness as well. The next one will be longer! Promise! .
Toxic Turn Back
Chapter Two
Tala's POV
Leaving Russia was both the easiest and hardest thing any of us could have done. On one hand we would be getting away from Boris, Voltaire, and the abbey. No longer would we be subjected to the torment of what we thought to be a never ending hell. But then again, the five of us were born in Russia and despite all the horrible things that have happened to us here, it is our home and sometimes its hard to leave something your so close to.
But in situations like this, we had no choice. At this exact moment the five of us are aboard the plane heading to America. It's probably the last, and first place Voltaire will look for us. But as of now we have no other choice in our places of safety. Mr. Dickenson arranged the flight for us and has a house waiting for when we arrive.
One good thing about the arrangement, only the five of us were allowed in the first class area. I look to my right and see my precious one asleep in his chair. I gently brush a few stray hairs from his eyes and place a small kiss on his forehead.
I feel a pair of eyes watching my every move. Knowing it was Brian I turn to face him.
"Did you want something?" I whisper, noting that Spencer and Ian were in a deep slumber as well.
He nods in head to the direction of two empty chairs out of ear shot of the others.
"Do you actually think this will work? Going to America?" he whispers.
"We have no other choice Bryan. And if Voltaire and his idiot minions decide to follow us it will be them who will have to face the consequences."
Turning his head he stares out the window, not wanting to meet my eyes.
In a whispered voice he says "We should have just killed him and Boris before we ever left."
I put my arm around his shoulder and place a kiss atop his head.
"I know Bry, but we would have been the first ones suspected of killing those two. At least this way if they come after us we can use self defense instead of cold blooded murder."
"I know," he groans, "I just wish that we could be rid of them. Live our lives the way we want. Not how they want it."
"Hopefully now we can. Now we'd better get some sleep. The plane will land in a few hours." I whisper back. He nods; moving back to his seat he begins to drift asleep.
Moving back to my own seat I see that my lover has woken up.
"What was that all about?" he asks sleepily. I put my arm around his shoulder and place a light kiss on his cheeks.
"Nothing love, just go back to sleep. It's a while yet before we land."
With no argument he snuggles closer to me and drifts back into his quiet slumber.