A/N Thank you for reading guys. Sorry that it took so long to get this last one up.
Epilogue: the airport
The three parted ways at the airport. Robert planned on flying to Ireland and journeying from there. Seth and Maria were flying to America and planning on taking a car across the states.
"Are you sure about this?" Robert checked, glancing between the couple. "It's more difficult to hide two."
Maria smiled. "We'll be fine. Seth knows their methods. We can stay hidden better, until they think of new ways to follow us."
The last call for his plane was made and Robert picked up his bag. He never bothered with proper farewells but instead looked at Seth.
"Take care of her."
The man nodded and put his arm around Maria's shoulders.
Maria saw disapproval flash through Robert's eyes. She knew he didn't like the fact that she was with anyone, especially not one of the ones who had previously hunted them. He had long ago told Maria that such was their lives that everyone they cared about ended up hurt, but she and Seth were willing to take the risk. Regardless of his feelings on the matter Robert was not prepared to say anything to her, and for that Maria was thankful.
It wasn't until Robert had gotten onto his flight and she was left standing next to Seth that the full realisation struck her.
She was no longer alone.
With a smile slipping onto her face her hand crept into Seth's and held it tightly.
"Come on," she whispered, "let's get out of here."
She could not have foreseen this happening. There is no way of predicting the future, except to make an educated guess as to how events might unfold. The future is unpredictable and lucid, almost subject to the whims of something as tiny as a butterfly's wing and the last few weeks of Maria's life had been as chaotic as a storm tossed sea. There was no way she could have known events would happen as they had done. They say ignorance is bliss and certainly not knowing how her hunters would treat her was better for her in the short term, but now she was more alert, more appreciative of the little freedom she had. Knowing that she was like her father was also a burden but also a relief, at least she ran for a reason rather than on a suspicion and the knowledge that she was inhuman made her rejection by people easier to bear, if only slightly. It made her all the more grateful for Seth.
As the plane lifted off the concrete, carrying her and Seth away to safer ground she decided that ignorance might be bliss but she much preferred knowing.