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Escape

"So, if you're a vampire, how old are you?" She asked.

"20."

"No, but like, biologically or whatever."

He grinned. "19."

"Oh." She said. "I didn't know vampires...were still making new ones. It seems kind of dangerous in this social climate."

"Eh. Love. It's inescapable.Pretty sure I was an accident."

"Cute." She said. "I thought I was going to get to ask if you knew Jane Austen."

He laughed. "No, but I got a book signed by her great, great, great, great, great, great granddaughter."

"Ah! The author of Pills and Pottery?"

"Yeah, I have a signed copy of it, I caught her in Las Vegas."

"Oh my god, I wanted to catch her there but Dr. Luck said we were on a schedule and wouldn't make it to the next Tech Con if we went to see her."

"Tech con?"

She blushed and explained, hanging her head in defeat as she awaited a barrage of questions.

Instead, the vampire only nodded and went on talking about his favorite part of their favorite book.

It was the best conversation she'd ever had, and it lasted for several hours, ebbing and flowing from one topic to the next so that she forgot the world around her, only the sound of their voices, the sound of their chuckles, the sound of a sweetness she'd never known. It was all so...perfect, in a way that she'd never expected.

By the end of the flight, she knew she didn't want to part with him anytime soon.

He's just bored. You're the only distraction. You're playing it up like a good conversation but really it's just that he's treating you as a normal person. Anyone else wouldn't think you're friends already, because that's weird.

She stamped each snapping thought down as they came, but still the anxiety was electrifying.

"All aggressors stand down, please. We have now landed." The speakers above them blared.

"How strong are you?" The vampire asked Kyra.

"Strong enough to grab your stuff for you."

He stood and gestured to the compartment of the ship that had once been his seat. "If you would." She punched a hole in the shutter, then pulled the hole apart wider with her bare hands, gouging her silicone skin but producing no blood.

He caught the bag smoothly and gracefully, and Kyra realized just how fast all of his motions were. Not as fast as hers could be at 'optimal circumstance and level' (as Luck liked to say), but refreshingly faster than humans.

We're both so...wrong. Dread filled Kyra. What were they going to do with him?

"Thanks. Now how do we escape?" The vampire interrupted her thoughts.

"We?" Kyra asked, surprised.

"You might be put under lockdown. You might be taken apart to make sure you aren't dangerous. They'll try to get a hold of Dr. Luck but I don't know if the communication lines between Earth and NMS are very fast."

She suddenly missed being boxed in a crate. The guards would've done one x-ray scan, thought she was a sex doll or some other oddity, and passed her off to storage. She would've been turned off, not able to get into any of these troubles.

"I'm tempted to doubt you but previous data has shown that you're right in your estimations of their actions."

"Data, huh?"