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radiant in a floating floral dress that blends with this delightful Spring day.
“Women,” Gabe rolls his eyes. “So emotional.”
“I resent that,” I say folding my arms across my chest. “I haven’t cried once since you kidnapped me from my hometown and I lost all contact with my family.”
“Sorry about that,” he says in a pitiless voice. Come on and break, I scream silently, you’re going to have to eventually.
SIX
Driving from Rose’s house to the airport doesn’t take long. I am stunned by the sheer size of an airport. I’ve never seen one in person before which makes me too aware of how much the world has shunned me, so much I haven’t been allowed to see because my dad was afraid I’d never come home. A cruel joke that I should be blessed with the ability to survive anything but never allowed to put myself in harms way.
Gabe parks the car and explains that another one of Maurice’s employee will come collect it later this week. I stand around unsure what to do or where to go while Gabe grabs our cases from the bag. I follow Gabe. His breathing is heavy, almost angry, as we snake through the crowds of holiday makers in the airport until he stops dead. His tatty black converse shoes squeak on the shiny floor and he looks at me like I am dead weight. “Hold my hand,” he holds out his hands to me.
“Why?” I ask.
“Didn’t you hear what Rose said? We have to maintain a low profile. They have people all over the country in airports, train stations, coffee shops looking for people who might be fraternising with the underground vampires,” he doesn’t wait for me to take his hand, just grabs mine brusquely. He squeezes my small hand inside his rough hand. My breath is shaky with the contact. He has spent so long avoiding my touch and now our hands are melting into each others. “You’ll need to drag your case along now that I’m one hand down.”
He pulls his case and I drag mine along. I was unaware of just how much stuff Rose had bought for me and packed into that pricey suitcase. I try to imagine how this scene plays from the outside. Boyfriend and girlfriend going on a romantic trip to Paris. He is tall and striking to look at with his smooth oil slick of hair and jagged features. I am plain and my appearance is void of touches of personality like the way Rose dresses. I can imagine the girls around us looking on and whispering to themselves. Why is he with her? She’s so simple. My palms begin to sweat and I pray he doesn’t notice.
I am mirroring his every step because I feel so out of place in the airport. People have a different way of speaking to each other here. Everyone is rushing and aggressive like they’re all afraid the planes are going to disappear if they don’t make it to the front of the queue. Gabe moves with ease though as if he’s done this a thousand times before.
Standing the queue to check in for our flight, Gabe leans in unnervingly close and whispers into my ear, “We need to be a little more convincing. There’s a guy on the second floor watching down on us at the balcony. When I pull away giggle like I said something seductive.”
I feign giggling easily because Gabe’s husky voice so close and breathing on my neck left me somewhat giddy. I’m not good at acting though as my brain overanalyses everything about the way I stand and talk I can’t relax and just be.
“Women,” Gabe rolls his eyes. “So emotional.”
“I resent that,” I say folding my arms across my chest. “I haven’t cried once since you kidnapped me from my hometown and I lost all contact with my family.”
“Sorry about that,” he says in a pitiless voice. Come on and break, I scream silently, you’re going to have to eventually.
SIX
Driving from Rose’s house to the airport doesn’t take long. I am stunned by the sheer size of an airport. I’ve never seen one in person before which makes me too aware of how much the world has shunned me, so much I haven’t been allowed to see because my dad was afraid I’d never come home. A cruel joke that I should be blessed with the ability to survive anything but never allowed to put myself in harms way.
Gabe parks the car and explains that another one of Maurice’s employee will come collect it later this week. I stand around unsure what to do or where to go while Gabe grabs our cases from the bag. I follow Gabe. His breathing is heavy, almost angry, as we snake through the crowds of holiday makers in the airport until he stops dead. His tatty black converse shoes squeak on the shiny floor and he looks at me like I am dead weight. “Hold my hand,” he holds out his hands to me.
“Why?” I ask.
“Didn’t you hear what Rose said? We have to maintain a low profile. They have people all over the country in airports, train stations, coffee shops looking for people who might be fraternising with the underground vampires,” he doesn’t wait for me to take his hand, just grabs mine brusquely. He squeezes my small hand inside his rough hand. My breath is shaky with the contact. He has spent so long avoiding my touch and now our hands are melting into each others. “You’ll need to drag your case along now that I’m one hand down.”
He pulls his case and I drag mine along. I was unaware of just how much stuff Rose had bought for me and packed into that pricey suitcase. I try to imagine how this scene plays from the outside. Boyfriend and girlfriend going on a romantic trip to Paris. He is tall and striking to look at with his smooth oil slick of hair and jagged features. I am plain and my appearance is void of touches of personality like the way Rose dresses. I can imagine the girls around us looking on and whispering to themselves. Why is he with her? She’s so simple. My palms begin to sweat and I pray he doesn’t notice.
I am mirroring his every step because I feel so out of place in the airport. People have a different way of speaking to each other here. Everyone is rushing and aggressive like they’re all afraid the planes are going to disappear if they don’t make it to the front of the queue. Gabe moves with ease though as if he’s done this a thousand times before.
Standing the queue to check in for our flight, Gabe leans in unnervingly close and whispers into my ear, “We need to be a little more convincing. There’s a guy on the second floor watching down on us at the balcony. When I pull away giggle like I said something seductive.”
I feign giggling easily because Gabe’s husky voice so close and breathing on my neck left me somewhat giddy. I’m not good at acting though as my brain overanalyses everything about the way I stand and talk I can’t relax and just be.