"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
I check one of the big hanging clocks on one of the walls. It's 19:37. We have to board the next plane for Scotland before 20:10, which leaves us with half an hour. I jog back to the handicap-toilet, that I left Athena in, with a bag in one hand that contains a change of comfy clothing. I'm afraid that it's going to hang a bit loose on her body - she has lost an awful amount of weight - but rather that than it being too tight, or her having to keep on that dress. I loved the way it had hugged her body so perfectly when I had got it for her, but now it's just a testimony to the isolation she went through. Aside from that it smells absolutely horrendous. I haven't fed for some time - being too occupied with saving Athena - but luckily the smell of her had staved off any appetite I may have had.
And really it's just karma. The reason we got caught on our way to the camp in the first place, was because I couldn't repress my hunger at the smell of fresh blood. I should have known that it was the hunting party setting a trap for us. Well anyway, what's done is done, I just have to make the best out of it now. I will have something to eat when we get home.
I halt in front of the door to the bathroom and knock politely but firmly. I hear Athena tippy tap over the floor, splashing in water. Great, she must be washed now. I didn't want to inform her, but she really did stink. I was only happy when she herself asked if she couldn't wash off before the flight. I would do much for her, but sit beside her in an enclosed space for several hours? Yeah, no.
After a couple of moments, I hear Athena from the other side of the door.
"Come in, but you have to keep your eyes closed," she says in a stern voice. I just raise my eyebrows and nod in surprise. Her feistiness is coming back, which can only be a good sign.
"Yes, Ma'am," I say more to myself, before closing my eyes and opening the door. I barely get inside before I feel Athena pull me by my shirt and the door slamming behind me.
"Put your hands up over your eyes as well - I don't trust you not to sneak a peek," she commands me. Again I nod and comply, dropping the bag on the floor, which lands with a small splash.
"You clean?" I ask her, trying to pass the time, as I hear her rummage through the bag.
"What does your smell tell you?" she answers in a quick-witted tone. I just snort in laughter deciding not to answer that.
"You didn't opt for more dresses and lingerie?" she asks rhetorically as I hear the fabric of the clothes rustle over her skin.
"I thought sweats would be more comfortable for the plane ride, but don't worry darling, I plan to have you back in lingerie at some point." I smile, vividly imagining her displeased look.
"...Maybe also a dress, but that can be discussed," I then add before she can answer. I just hear her sigh with a hint of laughter, which makes me smile more broadly.
"Alright perv, you can look now," she says in a teasing and light tone. I rip away my hands in an exaggerated movement and then let my face fall just as exaggerated at the sight of her very much dressed. She just giggles and hits me on my arm, and I can't help but smile again, knowing that I was the one to make her giggle.
"Better luck next time," she answers, pulling out her still dripping wet hair from under the grey hoodie I 'borrowed' for her. Maybe grey wasn't the best colour, as it's quite obvious to spot all the places her skin hadn't quite dried off. Honestly, it's kinda hot, thinking about her wet body, but I don't have time to dwell on that right now, we have to go.
I open the door and gesture with my hand for her to exit. She strides out and I can see in her posture, that she is still not quite comfortable with all the noises and onslaught of visual stimulants. She slows down for a second, before taking a deep breath, shaking her head and turning around to face me with a bright but slightly forced smile.
"Where to now?" she asks in a slightly shrill voice from forcing it to sound happier and more relaxed. I indulge her, give her a crooked smile and extend my arm for her to wrap her hand around it.
"Allow me the honour to escort you, M'lady," I say and bow deeply. She lets out a genuine snort of laughter, rolls her eyes and puts her hand in the crook of my arm, following me as I escort her to the gate. We halt in front of the lady who checks boarding passes - obviously, we have none, but that's not a problem.
"Boarding pass, please," the nice lady asks and looks at me. I look right back at her, and mesmerize her with my words,
"You have our boarding passes. You will hand them to us now, and let us board," I command her in an indifferent voice, trying to keep it as casual as possible to not wake alarm among the other passengers. She breaks out of her trance and smiles big.
"Of course, let me just find them for you," she says and starts rummaging around the desk, before printing and handing over two boarding passes.
"Have a nice flight," she says in the typical service-customer voice, and I accept the passes with a nod. I wrap one of my arms around Athena's shoulder and squeeze her lightly towards me. She looks up and meets my eyes, as I smile at her.
"Ready for your first flight?"
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