"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 hear the woman scoff, and feel the menu drop into my lap as she quickly leaves. As soon as she is gone, Athena pulls back and wipes her mouth. What the fuck? I stare at her in confusion, but she just lifts an eyebrow and shrugs her shoulders.
"I didn't like her attitude," she says in an annoyed voice, before crossing her arms and skulking in her chair. Well, I got to give it to her, she did just successfully help me to not be tempted by the delicious thought of blood from that lady. And I can't really fault her for feeling possessive over me - I am quite the catch. I smile satisfied and pick up the menu, giving it a quick glance over. Nothing on here is going to sate my hunger, but the item listed as 'Walnut-crusted Beef Filet with Kohlrabi, Leek, and Port Wine Jus' sounds quite appetizing. Maybe if the beef is cooked rare, it would somewhat taste of blood - even though cow's blood isn't the best, it's doable.
I look through the menu a bit more, trying to gauge what Athena might like. When I have decided, I press the assistance button. Before long another stewardess, this one a little more chubby and with brown hair approaches me with an inquisitive smile.
"How can I help you, sir?" she asks me. I point to the items I have chosen off the menu and list them for her, as she writes them down.
"I will deliver them for you shortly after take-off. Can I bring you something to drink in the meantime?" she asks sweetly, and I nod.
"Yes, can we please have two glasses of red wine and a pitcher of water?". She nods and jots these down on her paper as well.
"And a bottle of champagne as well," Athena pipes up before the stewardess leaves. She looks a bit surprised, but quickly returns to her friendly smile and nods before leaving.
"Celebrating something?" I turn to Athena and ask. She is in the midst of choosing a film on the TV in front of her but bares me a small look.
"Life," she answers matter-of-factly and smiles deviously, looking back at her screen. I just nod approvingly, lean over the small cushion between us, and study the contents on the TV with her. Now and again I point out different movies, that I think she might like, some of them being 'Godfather' and 'Twilight'. I haven't had the time to watch these movies myself, but I saw a lot of people visit the cinema in Dunsmuir when they were shown, so they must be good. Every time she says 'Naah' and continues her search.
Just as she has picked the movie 'Shutter Island', the stewardess returns with a small trolley with all our drinks. She hands them out to us with a smile and leaves again. I pour two glasses of champagne for us and hand one to Athena. She accepts and we clink our glasses.
"To life," I say, and Athena echoes, "to life," before we both take a big sip. I hope the kiss before wasn't a one-time event. Even though my mind was way too occupied with thoughts of blood, I couldn't drown out the sweet taste of her lips. Maybe next time I get the chance to make it deeper and taste her properly - and not only her lips. I quickly try to divert my attention to the movie, before my lust becomes visible on my body.
We barely watch fifteen minutes of the movie, before we are asked to listen to the safety protocol and buckle our seatbelt for take-off. I notice how Athena sits up straighter and with an almost child-like curiosity, giddy with excitement. She keeps looking out of the window, waiting for the plane to move. I can't help but smile, happy that she's able to find simple joys.
For every day she was held prisoner, my worry grew, fearing that she would be lost in depression once I got her out, or that maybe she would be so broken, that I would no longer be able to recognize her. To see her fight through what is obviously hard for her to deal with, and succeding with it brings me joy and pride. It makes my need to protect her that much greater since it shows that she really is a person worth fighting for.
The plane starts to move and I settle back into the seat, observing Athena as she glues to the window, forgetting all about the movie. I fold my hands behind my neck, closing my eyes for a bit, just enjoying the moment, and trying to let go of some of the anxiety that has been simmering in my stomach, ever since I decided to help Athena survive. I doubt the people who want her dead would want to follow us all the way over the Atlantic - if we are off their turf, why would they care? We just have to lay low when we arrive, and not make any more enemies, and then I think we should be good. And even if we end up in a pickle, I still have some of my old buddies that I'm sure would like to help us.
"Sir?" a voice wakes me. I must have drifted off. I open my eyes, to see the brunette stewardess standing with another trolley.
"Your food, Sir," she says, and I sit up straight, giving her access to place the plates on my table. First, she puts a plate containing a big lump of meat and some garnish down in front of me. Then she hands me a plate with what appears to be a roasted rack of lamb with mashed potatoes and gravy. I take it in my hands and put it down on Athena's table. She looks over at me with a surprised look that quickly turns grateful as she smiles.
"I will return later with your dessert," the stewardess says before continuing down the aisle to hand other people their food.
"Thank you!" Athena says, as soon as I return my attention to her. I just smile and wave my hand in a gesture that symbolizes 'Don't even worry about it'. I pull up the privacy screen towards the aisle, never been a great fan of people staring at me, while I eat.
"Dig in!" I order as I start to cut up my lump of meat. I'm thoroughly disappointed, however, as it's not the least bit red inside. I sigh, and with less enthusiasm than before, I lift a small piece up to my mouth and start chewing. I hate chewing - and this meat needs a lot of that. After another bite, I give up, still being extremely hungry, but rather wanting to starve, than force another bite down. I drop the utensils with a louder clank than intended, which causes Athena to look up from her plate.
"Do you want some of mine?" she asks, holding forth her fork with a speared piece of red lamb. I looked for a second, debating whether or not to accept, but then decided to lean forward and take the meat between my teeth, before pulling back. Luckily this meat is a lot tender and requires minimal chewing before it melts in my mouth. It helps a little, but as a swallow it leaves a terrible taste of wool in my mouth, deterring me from accepting the next bite Athena holds out. She looks at me with pitiful eyes, which I don't like.
She sits for a moment pondering, before taking one last big bite and swallowing it, seeming a little nervous but also intent on something. Then she gently places down her knife and fork and unbuckles her seatbelt before crawling over the cushion between us and settling down straddling my lap. She puts her hands on my shoulders and swallows and then leans forward. I feel her hair tickling my cheek and my pants becoming a bit tighter.
"You hungry?" she asks in a low and sincere voice. I just nod, as the hunger starts to rise with renewed ferociousness, and I can't help but grab either side of her hips. She lets out a little gasp and then bends all the way down to my ear, so I can feel her breath caressing over my earlobe.
"Drink me then."
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