The jet was nothing fancy, a standard jet liner with the royal crest on the mid section. The guards saluted to the party as they boarded. The interior betrayed the outside. Fine leather seats and beautiful carpeting in the first few seats, with an array of kitchens and crew quarters behind them.
"Ari will be alright?" Max asked the SAS officer who had helped bring him to the medical facility.
"Yes Ma'am. The doctor in charge has already stabilized his condition at the local hospital."
She breathed a sigh in relief and thanked the man. She then quickly took a seat next to her master as the captain activated the "Fasten Seatbelts" sign. She couldn't help but notice the girl from earlier(IE:Seras)giving her quick looks.
In reality, Seras had been embittered by how close Max was getting to Alucard. In fact, Max was oblivious to the fact she was resting her hand on his.
"Something wrong?" Max asked nervously.
"I don't think the master appreciates you resting your hand there." She replied haughtily.
The winged girl looked down for a moment, and flushed redder than Alucard's coat. She withdrew her hand from the uncaring vampire who was already half asleep. Luckely a soft thump from the adjacent seat allowed the awkward situation to be remedied, as the solemn faced Angel took her seat.
Now was as good as any to explain what was going on.
"Angel, this may seem a bit confusing to you, but-"
"I know everything Max. I read her mind," she pointed at the Draculina across the giant boundry that was Alucard,"I know that your one of those things they talk about in books. The ones with fangs."
Max swallowed heavily.
"I want to know something."
"Y-yes sweetie?" She stuttered.
"Are you still Max? Will you always be my Max?"
Max was sure at first, but as the first syllibal came out, she doubted herself. It was a sudden and unpleasant feeling. Her transformation had changed her. She found herself taking enjoyment in attacking the priest.
I warned you. I told you not to do it. Now look! You're not even you!
To hell with you! If I hadn't done this, then Angel would be back at the school by now!
You've put her into a worse place. Now she doesn't even trust you. None of the flock trusts you. Because you took the offer like a fool. Now you're a freak. A monster.
Max wanted to cry, but her body wouldn't let her. She turned to the little girl next to her, sadness leaking through her smile.
"Angel. Make me a promise. Stay Angel. Stay my Angel."
"Max..."
They arrived in London later that night, and Angel was back to her enthusiastic self. She didn't trust the man in red, or any of the soldiers. Or anyone besides the loving Max. Who may have been much paler now, and had short fangs.
But she was Max. And her sentiment had proved it.