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Authors: Glenn Bullion
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snobby?"
"Please. You've treated us better than our last five clients. Our last client was a billionaire's son, on a trip to Australia. He kept trying to get me to the back of the plane, away from his friends. You can guess why."
"Yeah, I can take a wild guess."
"Of course, not every client requests a nighttime departure, with every shade drawn, and the plane completely to herself. You see a lot with this job."
"I'm sure you do. Have you seen enough to know we're going to land fine?"
She squeezed her knee. "We'll be fine."
Victoria drifted in and out of consciousness over the next few hours, twenty-minute naps here and there. Liz stayed with her the entire time, helping to keep her mind occupied.
Finally, she was pulled from a dream by an unintelligible voice over the intercom.
"What did he say?"
"It's about time to land," Liz said, buckling her seatbelt. "You okay up there, Denise?"
"No!" Denise shouted back. "Will you hold me?"
"Smartass," Liz muttered.
"It's about fucking time," Victoria said, glancing at Liz. "No offense to you. You've been wonderful."
"It's okay. I'm getting a little cabin fever myself. I would let you hold my hand, but I'm afraid you'd crush it."
Victoria smiled. That was a real possibility.
She felt several of her organs waging an internal war as the plane started to descend. The wheels touched the ground and the plane slowed down, all without incident. A much smoother landing than she remembered five decades ago.
"Okay." Victoria unbuckled her seatbelt. "Let's get off this thing."
"Whoa," Liz said. "Not just yet."
"Are you serious?"
"Well, yeah," she said sheepishly. "It's three in the afternoon here. We can't use the terminal, and special arrangements have to be made for you. The sun…will hurt you, right?"
"We've been known to have our disagreements."
"So, just a little longer. We want to make sure your ride is here, too. Don't worry, leave everything to us."
Victoria wanted to scream. It was very tempting to cast aside the illusion she was maintaining and jump out the nearest window into the day.
"I knew I should have had Kevin draw one of his damn portals."
"Huh?" Liz said.
"Nothing."
Several minutes after the plane came to a halt the door to the cockpit opened. Out walked the two pilots. Denise opened the door leading outside, letting the outside light spill in. The pilots left without a word. Denise leaned on a seat as she looked at Victoria and Liz.
"I've got to get out and get some sun." Her face turned red when she realized her words. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Victoria."
"It's quite alright."
"It won't be long now," Denise said. "The stairs are already here. The crew just has to get the awning up. Liz, you want to come out with me?"
Liz shifted in her seat, tempted, but remained still.
"No, thanks. I'll catch up with you later."
Denise waved goodbye before vanishing. Victoria stood up and stretched her legs before settling in her seat.
"You don't have to stay here and keep a very old, sun-allergic woman company," she said.
"It's no problem at all. So… are you old?"
Victoria turned and smiled at the question. She sensed apprehension in Liz's tone, but the young flight attendant obviously felt more comfortable with the vampire than when they'd first boarded at BWI Airport.
"I'm sorry," Liz said quickly. "It's just a little bet Denise and I have."
"Let's just put it this way. I'm definitely up there." Victoria opened the cooler and pulled out another bottle, forgoing the wine glass. "I'd offer you a drink, but I have the feeling you wouldn't like what I'm having."
"I heard it was always better warm."
She glanced at Liz and recognized the small smile, of what she was hinting.
"I'm offering you a drink," she said.
Victoria didn't believe that was part of the flight attendant's job, and she didn't care. Liz was right. There
"Please. You've treated us better than our last five clients. Our last client was a billionaire's son, on a trip to Australia. He kept trying to get me to the back of the plane, away from his friends. You can guess why."
"Yeah, I can take a wild guess."
"Of course, not every client requests a nighttime departure, with every shade drawn, and the plane completely to herself. You see a lot with this job."
"I'm sure you do. Have you seen enough to know we're going to land fine?"
She squeezed her knee. "We'll be fine."
Victoria drifted in and out of consciousness over the next few hours, twenty-minute naps here and there. Liz stayed with her the entire time, helping to keep her mind occupied.
Finally, she was pulled from a dream by an unintelligible voice over the intercom.
"What did he say?"
"It's about time to land," Liz said, buckling her seatbelt. "You okay up there, Denise?"
"No!" Denise shouted back. "Will you hold me?"
"Smartass," Liz muttered.
"It's about fucking time," Victoria said, glancing at Liz. "No offense to you. You've been wonderful."
"It's okay. I'm getting a little cabin fever myself. I would let you hold my hand, but I'm afraid you'd crush it."
Victoria smiled. That was a real possibility.
She felt several of her organs waging an internal war as the plane started to descend. The wheels touched the ground and the plane slowed down, all without incident. A much smoother landing than she remembered five decades ago.
"Okay." Victoria unbuckled her seatbelt. "Let's get off this thing."
"Whoa," Liz said. "Not just yet."
"Are you serious?"
"Well, yeah," she said sheepishly. "It's three in the afternoon here. We can't use the terminal, and special arrangements have to be made for you. The sun…will hurt you, right?"
"We've been known to have our disagreements."
"So, just a little longer. We want to make sure your ride is here, too. Don't worry, leave everything to us."
Victoria wanted to scream. It was very tempting to cast aside the illusion she was maintaining and jump out the nearest window into the day.
"I knew I should have had Kevin draw one of his damn portals."
"Huh?" Liz said.
"Nothing."
Several minutes after the plane came to a halt the door to the cockpit opened. Out walked the two pilots. Denise opened the door leading outside, letting the outside light spill in. The pilots left without a word. Denise leaned on a seat as she looked at Victoria and Liz.
"I've got to get out and get some sun." Her face turned red when she realized her words. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Victoria."
"It's quite alright."
"It won't be long now," Denise said. "The stairs are already here. The crew just has to get the awning up. Liz, you want to come out with me?"
Liz shifted in her seat, tempted, but remained still.
"No, thanks. I'll catch up with you later."
Denise waved goodbye before vanishing. Victoria stood up and stretched her legs before settling in her seat.
"You don't have to stay here and keep a very old, sun-allergic woman company," she said.
"It's no problem at all. So… are you old?"
Victoria turned and smiled at the question. She sensed apprehension in Liz's tone, but the young flight attendant obviously felt more comfortable with the vampire than when they'd first boarded at BWI Airport.
"I'm sorry," Liz said quickly. "It's just a little bet Denise and I have."
"Let's just put it this way. I'm definitely up there." Victoria opened the cooler and pulled out another bottle, forgoing the wine glass. "I'd offer you a drink, but I have the feeling you wouldn't like what I'm having."
"I heard it was always better warm."
She glanced at Liz and recognized the small smile, of what she was hinting.
"I'm offering you a drink," she said.
Victoria didn't believe that was part of the flight attendant's job, and she didn't care. Liz was right. There
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