As Long as Somebody Loves You

Chapter Two

Don't misunderstand me, I hate several things about the human race. I don't like their social gatherings or their profound little means of transportation such as buses or cars. Tea time was a hard pass, in my humble opinion. Then again, I do like those little raspberry scones that come with it. Oh, but I'm getting off topic aren't I? Despite the many things I hate about people, I do applaud them for creating the luxuries of First Class.

"Cocktail, madam?" I turned my head to face the flight attendant that generously stopped beside me with a glorious tray full of sweet anti-child nectar. Immediately, just by looking at this woman and her gloved hands, I caught a slight tint of purple in her eyes. I smiled, trying to contain my smugness once I noticed that like me, this brunette woman was a witch too. "Absolutely." I told her, my eyes making themselves known with a glimmer. She smiled all-knowingly and handed me my drink, a cold, red liquid that smelled like fruit. All the while she bowed her head, knowing fully well who I am. This is why I loved seeing other witches in public. They're the only sensible people that will do my bidding without question. "Anything else, madam?" She asked me as if I were one of those gorgeous celebrities humans fawn over. I shook my head, shooing her away with one hand, "That is all. Get out of my sight." I told her, waving her away. 

She smiled at me, and replied, "Of course madam! Of course." When she walked away, I watched her scratch the scalp underneath her wig. I smirked, thinking to myself how oblivious everyone was. Two witches on a plane, how lovely. And in first class, there wouldn't be any children to ruin my arrival. I reclined back in my seat, watching the blue sky and the clouds as they passed in the wind outside my window. I was tempted to remove my shoes to let my squared feet breathe, but I knew I couldn't risk it. Instead, I drank my ice cold beverage and put my feet up. I smoothed out the wrinkles of my dark violet dress and made myself comfortable. With an empty seat beside me, Liebchen sat asleep in his carrier. It was so peaceful, I put my drink inside the cup-holder to my left so that I too could sleep. We would be in the air for about seven hours anyway.

That was when I felt it. My eyes opened for a moment, unsure if I had imagined it. As a witch, I don't dream, so I knew it was something else. Then it came again! Something was tapping against the back of my seat! At first I thought it would go away but then it happened a third time. Was it so difficult that I asked for peace? This was first class! Surely the person behind me had plenty of room! I sat up and readjusted my blonde wig, ready to turn around and degrade whoever was kicking my seat. I stood up slightly, moving the small peach curtains behind me slowly only for a wave of that... nauseating smell to swim over me. There, sitting directly behind me, was a little girl wearing a pink dress that nearly made my eyeballs bleed with its neon frills. She had short dark hair that was pulled back into two tiny little pigtails that brought out her foul little pudgy face along with her sticky little hands. She reeked of dog's droppings! To this day I still don't know how I didn't smell her when she boarded the plane! 

Beside her sat a woman that was presumably her mother, wearing a white turtle neck that I wished was tight enough to choke her. She was also wearing a pencil skirt and far too much jewelry. And of course she was asleep, completely unaware that her little brat was tormenting me. "Who are you?" The child spoke to me when she noticed I was looking. Her tone was squeaky and shrill as she kicked my seat once again with her little baby pink sandals that were probably more expensive than my entire wardrobe. I scowled at her, glaring daggers. The spoiled child had plenty of room as I predicted! She was kicking at my seat just to be an ungrateful little swine! "You will do well to keep those toes to yourself!" I whisper-shouted at her with my raspy, intimidating-voice. The little toad gave me a glare, but then a small, smug little grin spread across it's face. My eyes widened with rage as she dared to argue with me. "You can't make me, you're not my mom!" She stuck her tongue out before kicking harder on my chair. I would've torn her into bits right then and there if not for the other passengers. She made my blood boil...