The toes of my knee-high boots with spikes silently thumped against the soft baby blue carpet of the airport. I've been sitting here contemplating about my decision . It has been a week since Christian died. I was living alone in Daddy's mansion, it was like a cage. Trapped in my past. I was all alone, well, except for the servants, they took care of me.

- FLASHBACK -

"STOP IT!" I scream at the humble butler.

"Vanessa, you must eat, you have grown startlingly slim, how are you to find a husband if-"

I cover my ears. "NO! HOW CAN YOU TALK ABOUT MARRIAGE!? DO YOU NOT CARE THAT CHRISTIAN DIED!"

This has been going for days now. The servants of the London house hold. These amazing people, who I didn't even know the names of, helped me. Even though I treated them like crap, they helped, no matter what I said. Christian treated them like equals of the Keeper's Home. My parents and I never agreed with that. But now, I'm secretly glad.

There probably only helping because they feel that they owe Christian.

This thought has come to my mind many times, but, no matter how many times I said "You, don't need to force yourself because of Christian!" or "LEAVE! He's not here anymore! There is no one left to take care of!" they would stay silent and spoil me rotten. They're getting tired, I can tell, I guess, me putting them all through the frustration and now my hysteria it isn't easy.

That's an understatement.

They haven't left yet, even though i told them too. Many, many times. No matter what.

While I was thinking, the butler-was his name, Geoff?-sat down on my bed and patted a spot next to hime for me to sit on. I do, and he puts an arm around my shoulders.

"I was-no we were thinking that you should leave London for a little while-no, a long time, maybe forever".

"Where sh-should I g-go?" my sobs were jumbling my words.

"Hmm... Well, we got a new lead on where other Miraculous' are".

I gasp and spin my face to look at him.

"Which one? Where is it? How have we not tracked it before?!"

I feel a little shaking on the side of my neck, I move my multi coloured hair to my left shoulder and see a little mass of white and black fur. It uncurls and a pair of familiar ice-blue eyes meet my poison green eyes (my eyes aren't actually green, those are contacts) and my little husky kwami stretches on my shoulder and floats up to the top of my head.

"Good morning Eli. How're you feeling?".

"Like shit".

"Yeah, me too".

"So what is this about more Miraculous'?"

"These are-" Geoff starts.

"There's more than one?!" I shout.

"Yes, as I was saying these are the Black Cat and Ladybug"

"What!?" now it was Eli's turn to be shouting. "I get to see Tikki and Plagg again! Yes!" he was now floating around my bedroom.

"Where are they?" I ask.

"Paris" Geoff replies.

"WHAT?!"

Poor Geoff rubs his ears at our shout and excuses himself from the room telling us to think about a decision. I didn't take long, we had to do what was best to the Keeper Family.

- END FLASHBACK -

"-and flight number 433769 doors are closing, I repeat if you are 433769 flight members please hurry to the gates".

Huh? Oh shit! I need to hurry!

I ran quickly to the gate, gave my ticket, put on a fake smile and lugged my two small suitcases inside, I found my seat, No. 24B. But there was a problem, someone was in it.

"Uhm, excuse me?"

The face of the intruder which was turned away now faced me, it was a dark haired man who looked about the same age as me.

"Yes?" he says in a heavy french accent.

I was unfazed by his handsome face and raven hair or the kind blue eyes that wee filled with excitement.

"Thats my seat, the one your in".

He looks slightly startled, and fumbled around his expensive Armani suit.

Sheesh. This guy must mean business.

"Ah! Here it is!" he pulls out an airplane ticket and a business card. He takes a look at the ticket first, and says:

"Look, here it says, 24C" he points his finger to the seat number on the ticket and shows me.

Oh. It was just a honest a second there I thought he was one of the secret agents hired from home. They wouldn't do that, right?

"Oh, that seat is 24B" I point to his seat, "this is your seat" I say with a smile.

"Ohhhhh, you were right, I'm sorry to inconvenience you".

"No don't worry about actually just forget-"

"I know how to repay you! I'll put your luggage in the compartment"

"What? No! that's unnecessary, I can do it myself!" I say quickly. I hope he doesn't find how heavy my bags actually are.

"Nonsense" he gets up and tries to pick up both bags at once.

"No! Don't! They're too heavy!"

"Ahh!"

The nice man was falling over and I caught him from falling onto his face and into the hostess who was handing out refreshments.

I caught him and set him down on his seat, and picked up the bags and shoved them into the compartments above without a beat and sat on my seat with a huff. I feel the man's stare heath side of my face as I sit down.

"Thank you for waiting patiently, now our departure will be in 5 more mins"

Oh thank the spirits.

"Those were REALLY heavy bags, how did you pick them up? I'm, like, double your size!"

Hey! Just cause I'm short doesn't mean I'm not strong!

"Well, I'm sorry that a girl like me showed you up" I say in a frustrated tone.

Suddenly, the same comforting female voice on the speakers spoke up: "Thank you for waiting patiently, the plane has been started, please make sure that your..."

The rest of what was said was lost on me, I hate planes, no, that's not it, I hate taking off and landing in a plane. It is a terrifying life or death moment in your life where you wonder if your going to die today, it made me depressed. Why did it have to be so far away? It's ok. I'll just hang on until i can use my phone and then I'll call Christi-

NO.

No

no...

Why. Why was it him; and not... Me.