Action screen! I love action sceens, hope I got across what I was seeing in my mind!

Enjoy!!

A Leap of Faith Day 2

Josef walked down the ramp. He didn't like the idea of not knowing where he was going, but he really had no choice. As he entered the plane, he immediately noticed his crew had been dismissed. There was a new pilot, navigator, and 'stewardesses'.

Josef hated the idea of drinking from an unknown source, especially when the deal was as shady as the one he was currently walking into. But, in his hurry he had ignored his own centuries of wisdom to always being prepared.

A lackey greeted him and asked him to sit. The lack of his host was actually reassuring. If his host was as into secrecy as it sounded, seeing him now could only mean that Josef was not expected to live through their encounter.

The lackey offered him a drink, which he refused automatically. The man left and Josef settled back into his seat, awaiting whatever might come.

Many, many hours later and plane stopped to refuel at what Josef guessed was an Asian airport, given the appearance of the workers. Again his host's lackey asked if he wanted a drink and having not drank anything in the last 24 hours Josef was forced to accept.

He sniffed his drink carefully, trying to discern any poison he could. He let the drink sit, fighting his urge to gulp it down. He noticed the lackey watching him intently and knew it was spiked with something. Josef picked up the class and quickly downed it, or so it looked. He held the liquid in the back of his throat as he made his way to the bathroom.

Josef spit the blood into the sink and ran the water. He splashed his face to cool himself as he felt the concoction spread through his face. It was a warming sensation, like his flesh had a pulse again…

The compound! He gave me the compound! He wants to kill me with my own desire. Josef stormed from the bathroom, intent on finding the lackey who spoon fed him mortality.

Josef didn't need to look far. His senses were diminished, but not completely gone, he had forgotten what it was like to hear and see the world as a human. It felt blinding. Josef ran into a man he didn't even see approaching.

"You have your wish, Mr. Konstantin. Now, what do you want to do with it?"

Josef knew that voice, even with his human ears; he could tell that the man speaking to him, who was right in front of him, was none other than Mousier Bourbon, whom he had talked to earlier.

"I never wanted it," Josef choked out, the need to breath over whelming his ability to talk.

"Then why were you after it?"

"It was for a friend, a friend in trouble." Josef hoped to play upon the original intent of the compound.

"Really?" Mousier Bourbon sounded intrigued. "Would this friend be your PI buddy who already stole some of my compound?"

Shit! Josef knew he couldn't talk his way out of this one. He didn't want it for Mick, but he couldn't tell Bourbon his real intent or he would expose more than he was willing to to a ruthless killer.

"Save your breath, Mr. Konstantin, no amount of explanation can save you now."

Josef watched, in slow motion, as Bourbon's hand reached for his throat. His reflexes were too slow to dodge the blow, but the strength hadn't left his arms. Josef was slow, but his arms lacked none of the punch as he connected with Bourbon's stomach.

Bourbon stumbled backwards, shocked by Josef's strength. "You didn't drink the compound."

"Of course not." Josef lied. He wasn't going to let on that he had drunk some and that his nose, ears and eyes were human, while the rest was still vampire.

Mousier Bourbon looked to his lackey, who shook his head and Bourbon grinned. "You're lying." Before Josef could reply, he felt something hard and cold connect with the back of his head. As his feet crumpled beneath him, Josef marveled how being knocked out, felt a lot like being staked…through the head.

Josef awoke on the floor. He took a moment before opening his eyes to get his senses in line. The compound was still affecting his vision and hearing. When he opened his eyes he carefully scanned his surroundings.

He was in his bed room on the plane. The guards had dumped him on the floor and left, locking the door behind them. Josef smelled the power of the elder vampire coming before he heard him. So my sense of smell is back, that's a good sign…

Josef took a deep breath before the door opened, and realized he didn't need that either. Good, now if I can just react in time, I might be able to survive. Josef stood to greet the man who was most likely coming to kill him.

"Ah, good, you're awake." Mousier Bourbon did not look happy to see Josef, but Josef merely nodded, no wanting to take his human eyes off Bourbon.

Mousier Bourbon held out his palm. There was a small silver box, clutched in it. "This is what you have been searching for."

Josef looked at him, questionably. "Why are you showing me this? You aren't going to give it to me."

"True, Mr. Konstantin, but I thought you might like to hold it before we kill you, that way you achieved you're goal before you died. How long have you been looking for this?"

"Six months." Josef looked around the room. There were guards at the door, blocking his escape.

"Really? How old are you?"

"Older than you," Josef said as he kicked Bourbon in the stomach, sending the small silver box flying into the air. Josef caught it and stuck it in his suit pocket. He looked to the guards who were still standing in shock. "Which is why I can get away with this…"

Josef kicked Bourbon again in the head, breaking his neck with the force of the kick. Then he ran to the door, pushing the guards out of the way before they could react. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but he knew he needed to be out of the room.

Josef headed for the front of the plane, he had some minor flying experience, if he could take out the pilot, he might be able to make an emergency landing…

Before he made it to the doors, he felt strong arms grab him from behind. "Haven't you ever heard that you never kick a man while he was down?"

Shit! Josef hadn't even heard him approaching; the cure must still be working. This is why Josef hated fighting vampires, they just wouldn't die. Mousier Bourbon's arms wrapped around his tightly from behind and Josef couldn't shake his grip. He tried throwing him off, but Bourbon held fast. He rammed him into the wall, but still Bourbon held.

Josef was looking around frantically for something to fight him with when he saw the coat hook. It was empty since Josef had decided to wear his coat rather than hang it up. Josef gathered all his strength and then backed, full force into the wall, hanging Bourbon by the neck from the hook.

Josef slipped out of his limp arms and headed for the cabin. He was stopped by the rest of the guards who also cut off his retreat. They had guns, most likely loaded with silver bullets, trained on him.

Josef looked around for an exit. He spotted the emergency exit door to his right, hoping for another escape he looked back at the group of guards, but they were unflinching in their resolve.

"There is no escape, Mr. Konstantin." Bourbon had recovered from the hook and was walking towards him.

"That's what you think." Josef basically flew to the door and had it open before they knew what he was doing. He jumped, saying an ancient prayer, as rounds of bullets flew past him.

So, what do you think? Will Josef survive his jump from 35,000 feet? Did he really have no other choice? Does he still have the box and if so, who is it for?

But most importantly, where will he end up?