"Excuse me, sir, but would either you or your wife like a pillow or blanket?"
The soft, quiet, yet obviously human voice woke me from my sleep. A cool, soft hand ghosted across my cheek, barely touching my skin but sending shocks and tingles from the caress. His voice filled my head, smooth as silk, as he asked, "Alina, sweetheart, would you like a blanket?"
I couldn't find the power to speak. His breath blew into my face and surrounded me, leaving me slightly intoxicated by the sweet, slightly tempting smell. The essence of him.
Sluggishly, without opening my eyes, I shook my head. "No," I whispered, my voice sounding rough from sleep.
"Perhaps, however, a bottle of water, please?" Alec asked the flight attendant. Flushed, she replied with a quick yes and left.
With my eyes still closed and my head resting against Alec's chest, I began to wake up a bit more. Coming to my senses. How stupid and utterly idiotic could I be? I shouldn't be sleeping, but trying to figure out what I was going to do. How I was going to get out of this situation?
"Brother, why are you being so kind?'' The dangerous, childlike female asked, obviously annoyed.
Alec didn't answer her, but his body stiffened and became rock-like in his stillness.
I yawned once, allowing them to know I was fully awake. Sitting up, I tried to smooth down the mess that was now my hair. I had to get up – I had to think of something, some way to get a few minutes of alone time. Maybe then I could think a proper plan through thoroughly.
"May I please use the rest room?" I tried my best to make my voice nonchalant.
As far as I knew, they didn't notice. "Yes. Jane will take you," Alec answered, keeping his eyes on the front of the plane.
"I am perfectly capable of walking down a row of seats to a bathroom; I think I can go alone, thank you very much-"
As I was saying this, I had stood up and started to move past Alec. Before I could get very far, however, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back into my seat. To anyone watching, it would have look like a caring boyfriend or husband wanting to say something before they left, but I could feel the force behind the movements, the harshness and anger.
While his face stayed soft, a loving caring expression on it, his voice was filled with venom and anger.
"Alina, remember why you are here and how easily you can be gotten rid of," he simply stated. The contrast between his facial expression and his tone of voice made me want to slap him, but I knew that would only hurt me, and get me into more trouble. "Now Jane will go with you, or you won't go at all. It's your choice."
I grumbled and allowed Jane to come. Her hand latched onto my arm as we walked towards the back of the plane.
Looking around at all the people – most sleeping, others doing quiet activities – I realized one wrong move on my part, one wrong word, one scream, a plead for help...and they could all be dead.
I kept walking. Jane's fingernails dug into my skin, leaving crescent-shaped imprints and almost drawing blood. I found myself grateful that she didn't draw blood; it would be quite unpleasant otherwise, what with my escort being vampires, and all.
Reaching the bathroom door, I opened it and walked in. Jane made an attempt to follow.
"Please, a little privacy? If I do try anything, you'll hear, and I promise I won't do anything stupid."
She rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed, but let me go in by myself. Its not like there's much trouble I can get into in a one-person bathroom...
I entered, and locked the door behind me. I knew putting a locked door between Jane and me was useless...but it still gave me some assurance, at least. The first thing I did was look in the mirror. To put it bluntly, it appeared as if every bird had moved in and out of my hair over the past few hours. My hair was sticking up in every direction, and the healthy sheen it had once possessed was now replaced with an absolutely repulsive arid look, as if the moisture had all been sucked out. My face was sickly pale, and my lips were a faint pink. Not to mention my mouth tasted horrible – I wished, if anything, that a hair and toothbrush were awaiting my arrival in the Volturi headquarters. If that was where we were headed, anyway.
I splashed water on my face, waking me up to a more conscious degree, not to mention the cold water added a faint flush to my face, adding some much-needed color. I rinsed out my mouth several times to get rid of the taste. I looked at my hair and wondered what I could do with it. After some consideration, I wet it down a little, making it look semi-normal before brushing through it with my fingers. I looked a little better...
A flight attendant announced over the intercom, "Please return to your seats, and fasten your seat belts; we will be landing in approximately twenty minutes."
Jane knocked on the door. I inferred that she expected me to come out immediately, and go back to my seat. I inwardly groaned; I hadn't thought of anything but my hair, face and mouth for the past few minutes that I had been in here. But, I reminded myself, there will still be time on the next flight. Just make sure not to give in to your shut-eye...
I opened the door and walked down the aisle, not bothering to check if Jane was following me. Finding our row, I scooted past Alec and sat down.
One thought came to mind.
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