Songs: (1) Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine

(2) Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish

(Play song 1)

"You could slow down just a bit Rosie." Christian said, scrutinizing my driving skills. "We've got plenty of time to make it to the airport."

"There could be traffic driving through the city." I responded as we entered the outskirts of Philadelphia.

Christian scoffed. "I seriously doubt it would be enough traffic to take up the next 5 hours of our lives. We'll be sitting in that airport for forever."

"It's a private jet. I'm sure as soon as they're ready we can go." I switched lanes to avoid a particularly slow car in the fast lane.

"Cop."

"Bless you?" I said thinking maybe he had sneezed.

"No, COP Rose! Cop!" Christian clarified but it was already too late.

I flew right past the patrol car I hadn't noticed. I held my breath and stared at the rearview mirror. Sure enough, half a second later the lights were flashing.

"Shit." I said drawing the vowel out. "Do you think if I just kept going, maybe he wouldn't catch up with me?"

I sighed at the look on Christian's face and pulled over anyways. Twisting my hands tightly around the steering wheel, I waited for the officer to approach the window.

"Little lady, do you know how fast you were flying just now?" The older gentleman asked as he looked into the car.

I had been preparing to charm my way out of the situation when Christian leaned across the center console and caught the officers attention. "So sorry officer. It's an emergency. We're on the way to the airport."

"The airport is hardly an emergency son." The officer replied with mild wit.

"It is, you see we're flying to see our father who lives in Scotland. He had a bad heart attack and our mom isn't sure he is going to make it through this one."

"I-," The officer struggled for words and it was then I realised Christian had been weaving his story with compulsion. The older man blinked a few times and nodded at Christian. "That is an emergency, I hope your Pops is okay. You guys have a safe flight."

With a tip of his cover, the officer retreated back to his vehicle and drove off into the growing sea of cars. Christian sighed and slumped back into his seat.

"Now drive slower."

When we arrived at the airport, I informed Abe and he was only able to get the jet there an hour earlier. So as Christian had expected, we sat for several hours waiting at the gate as we had been instructed to. I had just finished picking at a hamburger when our names were called over the intercom.

We were directed down a flight of stairs and out onto the tarmac where the jet was waiting. The pilot was standing at the bottom of the jet's latter for us. The gentleman gave me a polite handshake and introduced himself.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you Miss Rosemarie, I am Geoffrey Hamilton." He turned to Christian and extended his hand. "You must be Mr. Ozera, a pleasure."

"Likewise Sir. Could you tell us where we'll be going?" Christian asked as he released the pilot's hand.

"I will be taking you to sunny San Diego sir. Now, if you would not mind, before we board I've been instructed by Mr. Mazure to discard any phones or cards you all might be carrying." Geoffrey gave us a warm smile and extended an open hand.

We both handed over our phones and double checked our wallets. I had ditched the cards after we grabbed food in the airport thinking we wouldn't need them anymore. After that, Geoffrey directed us to board the jet and get ourselves settled.

The inside of the jet was very high class. There were several chairs that recline and a sofa, a fully stocked mini fridge and microwave, two little tvs and small table. Everything was either tan leather, dark wood, or a cream white color.

I chose to get comfortable on the couch, which just so happened to be the closest spot next to the mini fridge. Christian on the other hand, chose the recliner in front of a tv... closest to the exit. We had both settled in when Geoffrey stated over the intercom that we'd be taking off shortly after a quick safety brief.

(Play song 2)

Somewhere over Missouri, or maybe it was Oklahoma, I drifted off to sleep watching tv over Christian's shoulder. It started off relatively peaceful, just a black nothingness. Then suddenly I was staring into a pair of beautiful brown eyes.

I stumbled back and fell onto a bed.

"Dimitri, no." I scrambled back, trying to put more distance between the two of us.

Dimitri was on me in the time it took me to blink. His weight halted any further retreat and pressed my body into the soft bed. For what felt like forever he stared into my eyes, a hand in my hair tilting my head back. My lungs burned and plead for oxygen as I continued to deprive them of their basic needs.

He mumbled something in Russin, causing his lips to brush against my own. My body relaxed a fraction of an inch and he took that as his signal. Dimitri trailed kisses from my cheek to the valley between my throat and shoulder. With each gentle caress I relaxed further into him.

Another careless blink of the eye and we were both stripped of our clothes. Dimitri's body was on fire, setting my every nerve ending ablaze. More greedy kisses were shared and Dimitri mumbled incoherently against my skin.

Dimitri positioned himself at my entrance and agonizingly slow, he penetrated my folds.

"Oh Lissa." He groaned into my ear.

"What?" I asked as my body tensed up.

"Is something wrong?" Dimitri asked, pulling back to look into my eyes.

"What did you just say?" I asked him.

He thrusted and looked down at me with a seductive smile. "Lissa."

"I don't- wai-wh-." I started fumbling over my words and trying to get away from him.

Dimitri's face grew dark and his hold on me tightened as he warned, "Don't."

"Let go of me." I yelled and shoved against his chest. "Stop it."

He shoved me against the bed and all of a sudden his eyes were red. "Give in to me."

I began to shake, "Dimitri, get off. Let go! Dimitri stop, no!" I yelled over and over as tears spilled over onto my cheeks.

"Rose! Rose wake up!" A voice in the back of my mind was yelling at me.

Dimitri leaned forward, his lips parted, and I waited for the pain of his teeth sinking into me.

"Rose!"

Suddenly I was looking into the icy blue eyes of Chrisitan Ozera. I had been struggling against him in my sleep and my body suddenly went still. There were scratches on his cheek and and nail marks on his arms.

"Rose?" Christian asked cautiously. I pulled away from him and stood up.

"I- I'm so sorry." I said as more tears fell down my already soaked cheeks.

"Shh, it's okay." He said, eyeing me cautiously. "It was just a dream Rose."