Yes Mistress

I cant fly, but i can tempt

POV: Daria

What is it like to die. Years ago...so many years ago I would say its like watching your heart get ripped out of your chest by the one you thought would protect it. But that was just a dream.

And this...

This is a nightmare.

My breath is heavy. Like the bullet lodged in my lungs and not my arm. I move to defend myself against another round but watch as he moves back. I can't tell what the look is. Regret. Fear..nerves. He does not speak as he pushes himself back behind the curtain and I feel the plain lurch into a dive.

Fuck. Fuck Fuck!!!

The next moment he runs by. Parashoot bag on his back and a malicious grin on his face.

"Hope you enjoy the fall!"

The  plane tips fully down as the whole in the hall attemps to pull me out. And I grip onto one of the seats as I watch him give me a nod and jump to freedom.

Fuckjqnfjakb!! I hope he left the plane in working order. I can land a plane. But not if its broken.

My insides yeet themselves forward as I climb from seat to seat in an attempt to remain in the aircraft and make it to the cock pit. When I do its like a murder scene. The copilot. Who I am now calling jackass, slit the other ones throat, sending arterial spray all over the cabin. I try not to recoil at the blood and my own pain that now blurts my eyes as I lunge into the empty to seat and use the piolets dead weight to hold onto his side controls.

I pull the bloodied headset onto my hears and screech into the microphone.

"Hello!! My aircraft is in distress. Please I need a place to land...come in tower!!"

I feel as though its hopeless to call out. From what I can see from here the plain is right off the coast of France. Shit!! We're over Fucking water!! I dont want to go there but by the look of the rapidly deteriorationg fule supply, I may not have a choice.

There is static on the other end for a moment and my heart drops to my feet. Although I have leveled the plane out we are still dropping altitude.

But then the coms bristle for a moment and a young French man responds. He speaks fluently and thank God I know the language.

"Aircraft in distress this is the Brest airport of France. We are ten minutes away from, we can clear the runway for your landing if you think you can make it?"

I tap the gass meter and various tools to gives myself a better hint as to where I am and my chances. They are not looking good.

"Hello tower. I will will try my best but I might have to make a water landing."

"Roger that..."

The coms cut out as the plane learnches upfarward a second. The next thing I know I am over land.

"Scratch that tower, I am nearing the runway. Coming in real low. How fast can you clear the deck?"

"Already done."

I smile. I am going to make it. In my least favorite place yes but still....the back of the plane explodes.

The wheels hit the runway...

Fire engulfs the hall of the plane.

POV:Julian

I nearly killed her...nearly. as she layed out on the bed of lavender and sin, I nearly did things. Unspeakable thing. So that when the cops found her they would think the devil himself had come up to punish her for her misdeads. Claim her soul for his own.

But no. I held myself. Leashed the rage that boiled to the surface and ran to my car. Leaving her sprawled like an unfinished meal. Completely bare and flushed with embarrassment. Although I did not lay a hand on her after I stripped her, thinking more of how her rescuers will have to cover their eyes than any pleasure on my part.

My car reved to life and I raced down the highway as if it were my life on the line and not hers. Although I felt like I had failed and soon mine would be forfeit as well. At the hands of my employer. I shake off the thought as I screech to a halt in front of our international Airport.

I slam my car door behind me and open my trunk. Ignoring the attendent who babbles at me that I am not allowed to park here. I just pull my jacket out of the trunk and pull it on, allowing the camaflodge to signal enough to her that I am not to be messed with. But when I pull my rifle out of the trunk and carful dismantle it to shove into a cary on back, she nearly faints.

"Sir!!? Sir!! You can not take that in the plane! Sir?!"

She moves to grab the bag from my hand. I take a step back and pull my badge out of my pocket.

"FBI. I am here on official business. I will be taking one of the military planes out. But thank you for your diligence." I pull out a hundred from my wallet. "Here, pull the car into the garage for me. Thanks honey."

I wink and delight in the light blush that crosses her cheeks. It reminds me of my love and I take a shaky deep breath as I enter the building.

Will she still love me... once she knows the truth?

POV: Lawrence

The pilot seemed frantic. He called me some time before noon, yanking me out of an otherwise pleasant dream amongst my silk bedsheets.

He was cussing, but whispering.

"Slow down John. What is going on? Did she wake up?"

"Of yeah she is up...but that's not the problem. My copilot just took a call. I don't think he has the same plans...what should I..."

His voice cut out and became muffled, as if he backed away from the phone.

I could here him lightly greet the person who entered the room. He then shifted something and began to chock. The other person picked up the phone.

"Your little princess....is ours now."

"Listen...if you harm her...there will no place to call home. No sanctuary. Nothing. I will hunt you...like an an animal unfit to graze."

"We shall see."

I hear shots fire in the background. Time stops.

Andromeda....