Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 43 - Back to Mystery Spell

The waiter's question brings me back to reality. I try to disguise my nervousness.

Khawla: Huh... There is anything non-alcoholic here?

Waiter: Only in that table, ma'am.

He points to a table not far from us, with many glasses of soft drinks, water, and juices. Everything I need for now.

Khawla: Thanks.

And he goes. I'm a little bit trembling and sweating cold. Definitely, I can't deny or lie to myself anymore: I do have a problem with alcohol. Sebastian notices my uneasiness, as his fierce amber eyes are observing my very movements all the time since we arrived at the cocktail hall and he comes to me.

Sebastian: Are you okay, Khawla?

I give him a faint nod, but Sebastian knows me very well to know that I'm not. He puts his hand at the end of my back and pushes me to the table that the waiter has indicated me with the non-alcoholic beverages. Sebastian gets two glasses of water, one for him and he hands over one to me that I drink a little bit shaken. He scrutinizes me with his fierce amber eyes trying to find out what's in my soul. He knows that I'm disturbed by my brief chit-chat with Igor.

Sebastian: What did that old bat tell you to you be like this?

I let out a long sad sigh. I have no idea what Igor has told me because what he has told me makes no sense. Me, somehow, a vampire? Non-sense! I'm not undead. I bleed, I'm hot, and I don't like blood. I feel like throwing out only in thinking about drinking it.

Khawla: Nothing important...

Sebastian: If it isn't important, you wouldn't be like that.

I turn to face Sebastian. His gaze is deep in mine. I can see all his love, desire, and worry. I frown pensive.

Khawla: I hate when Igor speaks in riddles!

Sebastian laughs heartily. I think he was one of Igor's victims before. I start regretting not having read all that Sherlock Holmes' books to be able to solve mysterious puzzles. I think they would be extremely useful now. An alliance between vampires and werewolves and I'm the seal? I need a drink! I put my glass of water on the table and, when I turn to leave, Sebastian holds me by my hand. He's a little bit nervous and worried.

Sebastian: Don't drink tonight. We're going to fly in a few hours, and the altitude increases the effects of the alcohol. And I need your support while flying...

I smile broadly and reassuringly at him. Yes, Sebastian and his aviophobia... How don't answer his plea?

Khawla: I won't drink. I promise.

Sebastian gets my hand, lifts it to his mouth, and kisses it in a chivalrous way.

Sebastian: Thank you, Khawla.

"Very well! The drink and the try to solve this puzzle are delayed for now. Just for now..."

Sebastian gives me his arm, and I hold it. We go back to the saloon and for one of the many small groups that are discussing with enthusiasm about vampires and other myths, legends and folklore creatures.

***

Although the cocktail is still in full swing, it's time for Sebastian and I head to the airport. We'll face three hours flying plus two hours driving to arrive in Mystery Spell.

Sebastian is extremely nervous. He doesn't need to hide from me his flight phobia. He had confessed when we were coming, and Dr. Petersen and Dr. Javier said about the phobia of the werewolves in flying like birds. We pack our things in silence.