I'm Being Stalked By A Ghost & Hunted By A Vampire

Part Sixty-Eight

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        Sorry for being so late with this one!! I am back in school! :p I hate it! I can't believe I was excited for this!! I am trying to balance things out so I may not update as much as I would like to, but just remember I'm trying!!!

Anyways! I hope Ya'll like this chapter!

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        "That will be forty Euros." The man asks as you find yourself looking around. You have no money to give, so you will have to improvise, "I already paid you." You state, hoping your suggestion works.

The man looks confused but quickly waves his hand, "Oh sorry! You already paid." You smile and close the car door, heading into the airport.

The building is large and grey with big white letters stating Shannon Airport. You notice that it is not too busy here, so you pray that you get past security without a scene.

You enter and quickly make your way into the line to book a flight. You are nervous about how you will manage this. Your power of suggestion seems to be working rather well, managing to thwart every obstacle in your way, lets hope it keeps it up. 

"I can help someone over here." The lady at the desk says as you walk up and greet her, "I'd like to book a one way ticket to Canada." You smile politely as she nods her head in approval, "Sure thing, can I just see some ID and passport?" you shake your head, "You don't need those. You can trust me."

She smiles nodding in agreement, "You're right!" she says cheerfully as her tightly pulled back ponytail bobbles as she nods her head. You grab your ticket and slip past the first check in.

You go through bag check, which was simple for you since you have nothing to bring with you. Your flight is not boarding until noon today so you spend your time traveling from the many different booths, grabbing a coffee and muffin out of habit, and not because you are hungry.

After a couple of hours, you find yourself slouching in an uncomfortable chair as you play with an empty coffee cup. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you're all alone here. Where are you flying off too?" you watch as a man sits down at your table in the now busy food court. He looks to be no older than 25, with brown hair, green eyes and a charming smile.

You stare, finding his bodily functions distracting; his heartbeat is slightly off, you notice an abnormal murmur.

'Strange' you think to yourself. "Canada." You say as you notice he's placed two cups of coffee down,

"I noticed you were out." He points to your empty cup you have in hand, "Thank you." You state as he passes you one of the beverages.

"So the true North Strong and Free?" he laughs, "My name is Torrin, what's yours?" you pause, deciding to use an alias "My name is Natalie," he nods his head, "So are you from Canada?" you shake your head no, pulling the lid off the coffee, adding one milk, and a dash of sugar.

He follows in suit as you watch his pry the lid open. He hisses, pulling his hand away from the cup. Your body goes rigid as a pulse pounds loudly in your ears, you find yourself in front of Torrin in a blink of an eye, watching him closely.