Chapter 14

The drive was quiet as I let my equilibrium stabilize and my sense of direction return. Before long I was on my way to JFK. It was large enough to take me where I wanted to go, so long as I could convince Nick. But one thing I knew about Purebloods was their reluctance to comply to lesser vampires. It was unnerving how quiet it was in the car. But my senses were heightened right now and I could tell Nick wasn't well. His breathing was quicker and he still held his side. So without thinking I ask, 'Are you hurt?'

Silence sliced the air with a very sharp knife's edge. I could feel his pheremones fill the car, telling me he was trying to hide what had happened by making me scared. It was working as I feel my gut twist with instinctive fear. As I come up on the exit Nick says, 'Go through the private planes entrance.'

I didn't question him, as I followed the flow of traffic off the main highway and towards the lights of the airport. Morning was going to be here soon and I knew I had to hurry. Nick asks with an edge in his voice, 'How did you know the way back into civilization?'

'I have always been good at finding my way, but I also have a perfect memory.'

It wasn't hard for most vampire to remember turns out but couldn't remember every little detail leading to and from a location, but I had. Usually most C rank vampire remembered a majority of their life after becoming a vampire. B rank could remember certain details. But only Purebloods could remember things perfectly. Nick didn't seem convinced and simply stared at me. I glance at him as I turn onto the road leading to the private planes entrance and say with nervousness in my voice, 'By now you should notice I'm not a normal c rank vampire.'

'That is an adequate assumption.'

He had turned away, but I could feel the blanket of his power wrap around me, reminding me who he was and what he could do to me. Remembering what happened to the ghoul in the garage almost made me cringe away from this Dracul Pureblood.

We come up to the guard shack and the uniformed gentleman pokes his head out saying, 'The main terminal is back over there, take exit...'

But then Nick leans over and says, 'I have an important flight to catch on my private jet. Open the gate.'

The man looked confused for a moment, but at the command in Nick's last sentence his eyes glaze over as he slurs like a drunk, 'Of course sir, I didn't recognize you. I'll open the gate now.'

It made me think of Star Wars, the best analogy would be a Jedi mind trick and that's exactly what happened. The guard opens the gate and I pull in saying, 'Where is your plane?'

Most if not all Pureblood vampires had a private jet in most major airports with waiting staff. He points, and I notice the sweat on his forehead. He was badly hurt, hurt enough that even his Pureblood status wasn't enough to heal him. The smell of his blood was strong in the Jeep. I hadn't noticed it earlier due to his pheremones. But he had clamped down on them to deal with the guard, so now it was unmistakable. He was trying to hide it and the smell was delicious. All vampire below a Pureblood were drawn to them because of their sweet smelling blood. It didn't take much to fill a vampire up, but even just ten vampire of lower station could drain a Pureblood dry, effectively killing them. I could sense my hunger coming back. I clamp down on it as I follow his directions to a very large private plan. Parking, I follow him to it and see the stairs come down. I ask as I jog up beside him, 'When did you notify them we needed a plan?'

'Right after I left you.'

That explained it, but I stop when I realize the pilot is human. Nick slowly goes up the stairs and I see the blood drops on the steps. The human pilot says, 'Mr. Borchenski, what is our heading?'

'Europe.'

'Airport?'

'I will tell you once we are underway, figure it out. This will be an unlogged flight plan.'

The pilot nods and turns away, returning to the cockpit. I stare at the back of his head for a moment and ask in a whisper, 'Does he know what you are?'

'Yes.'

I watch as Nick limps to a chair and sits down with a deep growl. What's when I see the glint of blood on his black coat and ask with worry, 'What happened?'

I start to rush to him, but feel a sharp pain in my head and slam to the ground. When I look up I see Nick pointing a finger at me and says softly, 'Be careful Ms. Simmons, I am not a friend.'

The sharp pain lasts for a moment longer and then disappears as I feel the plane start to taxi towards the runway. Slowly I stand, feeling whatever this Pureblood had done to me seep into my bones. But I push it from my mind as I sit opposite him. I watch him as he does to me through the take off and initial climb of the plane. Finally the seat buckle sign does off and I take mine off. My eyes couldn't help glancing at him, seeing the blood now oozing between his fingers.

'Please let me help.'

There was a sardonic smile on his face as he stares at me. When I start to scoot towards him however it was as if a bomb went off and all I can feel is the sense of being hunted. Slowly I look up at him to see his pupils had turned to slits as he murmurs, 'If you come any closer, I will eat you.'

There was no doubt of that. His body stiffening as if preparing to attack. But instead he jerks his head in a gesture behind me. I look back as he grounds out, 'There is a mini refrigerator that should be stocked with bottled blood.'

I didn't hesitate, as I sprang to my feet and walked over to the fridge. Being away from such close proximity helped my overall nerve, but it fled when I open the fridge to find it empty. Slowly I turn and look at him with wide eyes. He understood immediately and gestures for me to come to him. But I was frozen to the spot I stood.

Slowly I feel the hunters pheremones slowly dissipate, his eyes closed, taking steady breaths. Finally he opens his eyes, now back to their rounded pupils, and says, 'Come, sit, and be my nurse Ms. Simmons.'

'Nina,' I murmur as I come over and kneel before him.

'Nina,' he growls as I pull away his arm and see a fresh oozing of blood. It made my head spin at the smell, my hunger prompting me to take a taste. But I slam down on that thought. The use of my ability in the garage had drained me, making me hungry. But after the torture I had experienced just the day before only added to the fact I could go without.

Slowly I peel the sticky coat away and am greeted by such devistation I was amazed he could even walk! I gulp as I look at his ripped flesh, knowing only his ability to heal himself could save him now, but why wasn't he?

Looking up, I ask, 'Why aren't you healing?'

'Probably due to the battle. I seemed to have drained myself, plus the bite of a ghoul seems to have an anti-coagulating response.'

When I look up at him, I do notice that the cuts on his face have healed and I ask, 'What can I do?'

'I need blood and unfortunately the pilot needs to fly.'

My face, I knew, had gone white as I stare up at him in doe eyed surprise. He simply stares, knowing I would have to invite the bite. The moments ticked by as I slowly replaced the coat over his torn body. Everything inside me told me not to, but then what remained of my humanity told me too and memories flooded back to me. The look on this same beings face as he asked me if he could kiss me. The surprise and delight on that same face at my answer and I said mine now while deeply in those memories, 'Yes.'

It was a flash, his eyes going into slits, the control over his pheremones gone as I'm blasted by them, frozen to the spot, and I feel his hot breath against my neck. Flashes of my torture slammed into me, but instead of the bone crunching bite I was expecting, he was gentle. This was not the bite of a powerful Pureblood, but something...

I shiver as I feel suddenly drowsy, feeling myself slowly fade. He was killing me! My mind screamed at me, but for some reason I couldn't resist as my mind went blank.