River of Red

XXIV

The plane ride, in no use for better words, was boring as hell. We rode in the plane forever, literally.
It took so long Domitius had strarted looked tired, and that was bad.
His face was strained, and he looked as though he was in pain. His fingers were white and tight on the armrests. His face was deathly pale, more pale then usual, and his eyes stayed glued on the seat in front of his face.
I slowly slid my fingers to gently touch his.
Normally, I wouldn't be so rash, but Domitius looked like he was going to jump out of his skin.
And that scared me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice a quiet whisper as to not be overheard.
He looked at me, his eyes strained, "No." His teeth were clenched tight together in a grit, and tension gripped his muscles in a vise.
"What's wrong?" My voice was still low.
He shut his eyes and turned his face away from mine.
"I'm hungry."
Sarcasm dropped in his words, and I realized he may have been partially dishonest.
At that, options fluttered about in my mind. I thought about the tension in my own body, I was definitely not fond of heights, and from the familiar look on his face, I guessed Domitius wasn't either. I knew that if I was a hungry vampire scared of heights on a plane I would be a little antsy too.
I felt sorry for him, so before I could stop myself, a hushed whisper slid through my teeth, "Do you need a snack?"
His eyes snapped open, and his neck turned toward me.
"Huh?"
I mentally chided myself, but it was too far in the pit to back out.
"I meant, go to the bathroom in the back, where it is more private. I don't think I can stand another second of these windows surrounding me."
He slowly nodded, and looked me in the eye. I stood, having been on the aisle seat. Domitius followed my cautious, precarious steps down the filled aisles. Slowly, I led him with me into the small back hall.
I had never been in an airplane bathroom, but had watched enough movies to know that they are tiny.
Dread crept over me as me and Domitius shuffled to the bathroom at the back of the large, luxury plane.
When my hand landed on the handle, I had to mentally shove myself to open it.
I had heard horror stories of airplane bathrooms: that the things in the toilet fall from the sky, that you slam your head on the ceiling, that it's never clean, and especially how teeny it is.
So when I stepped into the room, I was surprised.
It was a square room, about six by six feet, actually pretty large.
The countertop was plastic that looked like stone, the vanity stark white. The toilet was a pretty normal toilet, beside the fact that it was plastic. The whole room was also painted white, and luckily, thank goodness, there were no windows.
I let out a relieved breath and hauled myself to sit on the small toilet, which had the lid already down.
Domitius shut the door behind him.
He stood with his back on the door, crossed his legs, and put his hands behind his head nonchalantly. My hands gripped the edge of the toilet tight, I was so afraid the airplane would just plummet out of the sky, my fear of highs drowned me in an epic battle, but being out of earshot of Windows helped me a great deal, but the constant hum and vibrations did not.
His eyes met mine.
"I guess you've never been in an airplane before?" His voice was smooth and calm, I noticed his demeanor had changed since we had gotten out of the seat.
"You've guessed correct." I said, my voice quiet, but considerably more calm than I thought it would be.
He nodded, his eyes glazed over when they caught the pale slimness of my neck.
I paused.
"What about that snack?" He asked, his voice questioning his desire.
I though for a moment. I did recommend that the snack, but I hadn't really thought it through. Granted, it looked like he was going to eat someone anyway. Why not me?
I was scared, but maybe, I thought, maybe his close proximity would help calm my racing and fearful heart.
Shakily, I nodded, and slid my hair to the left of my face.
He pushed off of the wall, took a step toward me, and embraced me. Immediately I was enveloped by his earthy scent, safety fell over my shoulders like a blanket. His cool, hard chest pressed on my cheek. I sighed, and enjoyed the moment of actually feeling safe on an airplane.
He pulled back, and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were pleading, and serious.
And what looked like hunger.
"What is wrong with me?" He asked himself. He was quiet and questioning, which made me wonder what he really meant by the question.
Before I could think about an answer, his smooth, lush lips crashed upon mine. electricity flew from where he touched, me and left a trail of tingles behind.
I had never felt that way before.
His hand slid around to the small of my back, and he pulled me closer to him. I kissed him back, both as eager and desperate as him. It was a simply kiss, no French, but it was wonderful. His mouth broke from mine, only to leave a trail down my jaw and to my neck. He paused there, and contemplated. I decided to encourage him.
I didn't know if that was a good or bad idea.
His fangs grazed my neck, and I tilted my head to the left to allow him more room.
He obliged.
His fangs sank into my neck, soft. Instead of the burning pain I had expected, it was almost like  warm sunshine had gone through my veins. A gasp escaped me, though not from pain, from ecstasy.
He groaned, and pulled me closer.
His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. I balled my hands into his shirt, revealing in the cool, hardness of his muscles. My mind was hazy with calm, his mouth felt so nice on me. I no longer felt much of anything.
It was blissful unawareness.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Can you hurry up? You've been in there for ten minutes!" The voice female, and was dripping with impatience.
Domitius's fangs extracted from my neck, and he licked where his fangs had been a moment before. I shivered, his tongue was cold and hot at the same time. He smiled, his teeth were straight and white, no sign of his snack beside his more-red-than-usual lips. His face was inches from my own and his black eyes burned a hole into my heart.
"We should go." He whispered huskily.
I nodded, and gulped, his lips were so close to my own. Almost too close not to take advantage of. I detached my hands from his shirt, and gripped the door handle.
I pushed those feeling away, and tucked them into my mind for later.
I opened the door swiftly and stepped into the hall.
A middle aged woman stood in the hall, tapping her foot impatiently. I bowed my head in an embarrassed and sorry gesture.
Her mouth gasped when Domitius stepped out of the room, like she knew perfectly well what we did in there. My cheeks heated when she looked my way, so I walked quickly down the hall back the my seat.
Domitius was beside my five moments later.
He was calm, he was no longer tense. Unluckily though, tension stared to ease back into my body with each glance to the many windows.
Domitius laid a hand on my knee.
"Calm down," he sighed, "your fear is palpable."
I frowned at the side of his head, "And how am I supposed to calm down?" My voice was desperate, I could feel the fear start to crawl back inside me.
I tightened my hand on the seat.
He took both my hands in his, and placed a gentle kiss on each. My heart constricted from an unfamiliar feeling.
He kept both my hands in one of his, and leaned over to set a soft kiss on my forehead.
Slowly, with his lips only inches from mine again, I fell into a light, dreamless sleep.
I dreamt of Domitius's kisses.
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I'm sorry I'm talking so much, but should I do a chapter in Domitius's point of view?
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