Mascara

Mascara - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Year 2012

Pavo was shaken. His fingers clutched the armrest of the passenger seat in the plane as he tried to compose himself. He’d done a good job of it so far in the terminal, distracting himself by gawking at men and ignoring his sister’s jibes. The scar on his shoulder seemed to tingle again. He’d seen her. The girl with the long white-blonde hair, the laughing blue eyes, and his mind spun of sunhats and corsets and tweezers... Only it couldn’t be her. She came a long way from deep in the past; and right then in the past she should be sailing away on a ship with her pirate friends...

He felt a bitter taste in his mouth. How ironic it was. He, who had crushed the hearts of many women, had had his heart crushed by her – the one woman whom he had loved most; who had caused him to hate all women on Earth. It must have been his imagination. It was true he had been thinking a lot of her lately, and it was because of Danny. He couldn’t deny the fact that it was because of Danny’s resemblance to her that had driven him so much to Danny. Not just in looks, but also in personality. Fiery, emotional, brave and reckless. And totally unmoved by his charms, and thus totally weird. He smiled a bittersweet smile at the memory. Only Danny was a guy, and therefore wouldn’t crush him the way she had. He was like the male counterpart of her... Danielle. Even their names were similar.

“What’s up?” Chastity’s voice piped up casually. She jabbed a fork disparagingly at her plate of cheese sitting innocently on her tray. “I know, the food sucks a lot.”

“Oui,” Pavo agreed quickly, running slim fingers casually through his silky locks. “That does sound unpleasant.”

Chastity shot him a knowing look, but said nothing. She had enough on her plate as well (literally and theoretically, as she sneered at her cheese) without adding more on his, whatever his was filled with. She glanced loathingly at the woman sitting in front of her, and the latter glared back. “Why didn’t we wait for Chaos?” Chastity demanded.

Victoire laughed. “It’s simple. Why wait like idiots everywhere in the airport? They could appear anywhere within the building. Why not head to London first, then wait for the worms to take the bait and take the next plane to London after us? And we’ll be there waiting for them... in the terminal in London. That’s the only exit they can leave the plane from, unless they’re taking a suicidal jump from the plane windows.” She clicked her tongue smugly.

What Victoire didn’t know was that Chastity had spotted her younger brother and Danny in the airport. If the fools of the kidnappers had merely waited a little longer in the terminal, they could have caught hold of the pair. Their disguise, she had to admit, was quite impressive. It was not something they could have achieved by themselves. They must had had received outside help. If not for Chaos’s persistent glances at her, seeing through it would have been hard, even for her.

Then, the speakers had started bleating inside the plane about terrorists attacking the airport, and that all would be taken care of, and may they have a safe flight, blah, blah, blah. And now they were off. In the air. Chastity didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. Even if her brother and Danny were not caught by Victoire, they could have had been killed or arrested by security guards.

She couldn’t tell Pavo that in front of the kidnappers, who had been spacing out since he caught sight of Danny anyway. She doubted it was because of the fact that Danny looked like a girl with her disguise and he hated girls... It was definitely something more.

She deeply inhaled the tinned air – she hated it – and called a Japanese air stewardess over. There were tons of Japanese air stewardesses everywhere, and she and Chaos had both been staring nostalgically at the Japanese business group and the stewardesses at the terminal. She missed Japan.