handle
on walking, moving, breathing, eating… all the basic skills I had taken for granted before.
Learning was
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actually kind of fun, especially with Jack, Ezra, and Mae teaching me everything I needed to know. Overall, I
felt better than I ever had before. Pain had been greatly diminished from the way I felt it before, but pleasure
increased exponentially. On top of it all, I was completely and totally in love with Jack, and I had just started
spending the rest of eternity with him. What could I possibly have to feel bad about?
Chapter 3
When the plane started to take off, I thought I might throw up. My fingers were squeezing the arms of the
seat so tightly that I was going to destroy them if I wasn’t careful, but I couldn’t help it. I had never been on a
plane in before, and even though I had always wanted to go one, it scared the hell out me.
This amused Ezra endlessly. He chuckled warmly at my stricken expression as the engines came on,
making all sorts of whirring and clicking noises that sounded exactly like death to me. I couldn’t help but look
out the window at the dark night around us and imagine the plan crashing into the runway we were gliding on
and bursting into flames.
“First time flier?” a woman across the aisle looked over at us.
“She’ll be fine,” Ezra cut her off shortly, but I was too busy being terrified to comment on his unusual
rudeness. When he looked back over at me, he was smiling.
“You could say something comforting,” I suggested in a thin, anxious voice.
“Why? This is distracting you from thinking about other things going on around you,” Erza pointed
out. “It’s less than a three hour flight to New York, and I’d like to wait for you to eat until the next flight.”
By “other things” he meant the other passengers, who were flooding the red-eye with the scent of
their blood and the pounding of their hearts. While I had just eaten yesterday, which meant that I really
wouldn’t need to eat for another five or six days, I wasn’t an expert on gauging my own hunger. I wasn’t even
expert at walking across the room at this point, so managing a three-hour flight without eating anyone, that
was kind of a feat.
“Mmm, sounds great,” I muttered tightly. Unfortunately, he had a point. My current level of fear
made it almost impossible to notice my thirst.
“Really, you should be enjoying this,” Ezra continued with a wry smile. “There’s only a small window
left where you’ll be able to feel fear like this.”
“Oh, yeah, this is totally awesome,” I agreed sarcastically.
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“Let me give you a little tip.” He leaned in towards me, lowering his voice so it would be inaudible to
anyone around us. “Even if the plane does crash, you’ll survive. You’re immortal now.”
So, it hadn’t dawned on me yet. I was a vampire, and I wasn’t going to die in a plane crash.
That is a
very strange thought to have. To have absolute certainty that this wasn’t going to kill me.
Slowly, my fingers
started to relax on the arm rest, and my heart wasn’t pounding in my chest anymore. Still, whenever we hit
any patch of turbulence, I’d grip onto Ezra for dear life, but he’d just chuckle, and then I’d remember that this
couldn’t hurt me.
I tried to enjoy the rest of the flight, but it was dark, and even with my improved vision, there wasn’t
much to see out the window. Ezra had brought with some books on tracking and wildlife,
and he was going
over them, even though I’m sure he’d read them before. He had probably read every book
on anything by
now.
“Where are we going anyway?” I asked him quietly. Most of the other passengers were trying to get
some sleep, and I didn’t want to wake them.
“New York City,” Ezra replied without looking up from his book. “And then to Finland.”
“Finland?” I raised my eyebrow, totally surprised by his answer. “Peter’s in Finland?”
“I believe so,” Ezra