-Naomi POV-
"What are you doing here?" I asked Nicolas, nearly leaping out of my seat. "How did you-"
"Shh..." Nicolas smiled crookedly. "I snuck out and bought a ticket.... Duh... Besides, I didn't want to turn into a wolf there anyways. Then there would be more pressure on me." He told told me quietly.
"Yeah I know what you-" I broke off as Nicolas surprised me yet again. "What do you mean, 'turn into a wolf?'"
"I found out last night.... I felt it.... the moon was calling to me. Isn't that what happened to you? The moon called to you and suddenly you felt like an animal?"
"Yeah.... That really happened to you too?"
Nicolas nodded a bit as he belted his small form in. I couldn't help but laugh, and in that moment I felt my stress dissapate, leaving me feel as if it had never been there in the first place. That was the effect my brother seemed to have on me.
Soon we lapsed into silence, mostly from the exhaustion that was setting in due to our seperate sleepless nights. By the time the flight had reached cruising Nicolas had passed out, leaning heavily against me.
This was the way it had always been, I realized. Nicolas would lean on me and depend on me for protection and I in turn would turn to him to escape from my stressful life. It was give and take between us, which was probably the reason why we hadn't fought with each other.
But then again, things would probably change in three weeks; the next full moon. When that time came, Nicolas would turn and would no longer need my protection and I would lose the only person I could turn to when things got a little too stressful for me.
I didn't know how to feel about that.
Maybe nothing will change. I thought to myself. Sure, Nicolas would be a wolf, but that didn't mean he would be strong. Nicolas would always be the smaller and weaker one, like it or not. He probably would still be the same little brother that I knew and loved.
But if he wasn't...then how would I survive? I would never admit it to Nicolas or anyone else, but I couldn't survive without him. Though Father never tried anything with me physically, his words cut in just as bad as his claws did to Nicolas. Of course, no one knew of our tumultuous family and just how bad things had gotten and none of our siblings knew what the other was going through. Nicolas and I were the only exceptions, and even then, I was often tight lipped. I had to be strong for his sake.
But little did Nicolas know that every night that he was crying to me, I was crying to him, but keeping it on the inside.
Nicolas yawned and nuzzled closer, looking similar to a toddler for a moment. It was hard to believe that we were the same age; the differences between us were immense. I was a lot taller and more built than him, while he was scrawny. He hardly had any appetite, while I could hardly go three hours without some sort of nourishment.
My stomach growled the, reminding me that I skipped breakfast that morning. Sitting up a little, I scanned the aisles, looking for a stewardess. Unfortunately, they seemed to have go AWOL, leaving me and my bottomless pit of a stomach alone to suffer and argue.
Why didn't I have the sense to pack a breakfast bar or something? I moaned mentally, slumping down.
That was another difference between Nick and I. He used his head a lot more that I did, using any second he had to read or analyze bits of information while I sat around and beat on a punching bag, trying to improve my physical form.
I sat like that for awhile, pondering the differences and similarites between Nicolas and I until one of the stewardess' came around, collecting orders for food. I quickly ordered their biggest and most expensive meals, deciding that if I really wanted to tick off Father, I'd spend the money that he'd given me. I could also feel the credit card starting to burn a hole in my pocket, but decided to wait to use it. After all, I wasn't in the clear yet.
As soon as my food came, I dug in, devouring it all within minutes. As soon as I finished, I felt my drowsiness overcome me and drag me off into my dreams.
AN: Another rush, sorry.
