The Heavenly Appeal {A Vampire Diaries Fan Fiction}

{2} Tip Of The Fork Road

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Chapter Two

Tip Of The Fork Road

=-Richmond, Virginia-=

2009

Slowly, I awakened at the faint sound of whirring. Is that the airplane? The blur in my vision gradually faded away as my eyes adjusted to the new clarity. I made out the familiar color of Winslow's black hair through the weary tears, blinking them back. After a stretch and a yawn, I leant back into the comfty chair. It took me a while to realize I was on the airplane that was already thousands of feet high in the air.

Cautiously, Winslow turned to me and handed me a bottled water. "You're okay?"

"Tired," I yawned, rubbing my eyes with the back of my long sleeves. "What happened?"

Winslow frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Didn't I pass out?" It would explain why I suddenly ended up at first class instead of the carpet of that horrid hallway. I had felt every tremor and footstep on that unstable flooring. Easily breaking the seal of the cap, I finished the bottle in mouthfuls and realized I was really dehydrated. When I thought about it now, I remembered that I had skipped dinner out because of my lack of appetite.

"You fell asleep."

"No," I argued tiredly, "I fainted."

A concerned look crossed his features and he pressed the back of his cool hand on my forehead. To my annoyance, he ignored my whine of complaint. "Are you sure you weren't dreaming or something? You fell asleep here."

I eyed him carefully. My poor baby brother was growing lines before I did. It was great for me personally since no one wanted lines etched into their faces, but not so much for him. With a snap decision, I shook my head. "You know what, I think it's the airplane getting to me. I hate heights, I'm claustrophobic, and I just really hate airplanes. This is why I prefer roadtrips."

"Char, you hate roadtrips too," he deadpanned.

"Honestly, I'll take anything I can get over this damn plane." I murmured darkly, taking in deep breath of stale reused air.

"You're so dramatic."

Shooting him an amused glance, I mumbled, "Tell me something I don't know."

Winslow took my hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. "If it makes you feel any better, you slept past most of the trip."

I wanted to say something sarcastic and nasty but held myself back. He had other things to deal with than a queasy older sister - like getting over the fact we were on our own. I let out a groan, instantly nauseated when the plane trembled slightly at the force of the winds. It was thirty minutes of hell. My stomach wanted to barf itself out and I was certain no one wanted to see last night's dinner, at least not slimey and partially digested. The ringing in my ears wouldn't stop and I rested my head at Winslow's shoulder. He was my greatest comfort - my rock.

My brother murmured, "Remember when I pulled that prank on you?"

"You pulled a lot of pranks on me." I could picture him rolling his eyes. "Our seasonal prank week, yeah I know. What about it?"

"Remember when you were thirteen?" He began to snicker and I paled even more at the memory. It was the beginning of an incredible fear. "I put a spider inside your training bra drawer and I didn't know it had a sac with it."

I smacked him blindly in the stomach. "Yes, Winnie, my training bra dresser. You, as a boy, had no right on even touching the handle."

He nudged me in retaliation. "Hey, I'm not a pervert. I was twelve years old."