"Ma'am, would you like a drink," the female flight attendant asks me for the tenth time. I hide my irritation and smile.
"No, miss. I'll call you over if I ever need anything," I answer her. I can tell I didn't hide my irritation very well because she scurries off in fear.
I get up from my seat, a long trench coat covering me and my baby bump. I grab my small bag and start walking towards the front of the plane. A little girl stares at me as I pass her seat.
As I get closer to first class, I watch as the passengers cling to their belongs tighter, thinking I'm going to grab for their Prada.
The crowd gets more snotty and stuck up the deeper I go. Old women glare at me and drink their champagne. I pass by a bar and the people at the bar give me weird looks.
"Ma'am, I think your in the wrong section. Do you know where your seat is," the bartender asks me. He looks up and down at my attire, which consists of a wrinkled, red trench coat, black gloves, and sneakers. My hair is a hot mess and I look beat up.
"No, I'm heading in the right direction. I'm going to my cabin. Would you like to stop and check? I'll warn you that it'll cost you your job," I tell the bartender. The bartender blushes in embarrassment and the people at the bar choke on their drinks in surprise.
"No, ma'am. Enjoy your flight," he says and I walk off. When I get in the private cabin area of the plane, I pass a guy that gives me a disgusted look and it gives me an idea.
I jump in front of his path.
"What the hell do you want? Do you even belong here? Go back to your economy class seat," the man tells me.
"Stuck up humans like you are the worst," I mumble under my breath and roll my eyes.
"What did you say," he asks me. My eyes lock with his and they put him in a trance. All disgust is wiped from his face and is replaced with a frozen, expressionless state.
"What's your cabin number? Is anyone else in it," I ask him as he's under my control.
"Cabin three. No," he answers easily.
"Give me your key." He pulls them out of his pocket robotically and places them in the open palms of my hand.
"That'll be all," I tell him and he snaps out of his hypnotic state. I walk away before he can question what happened.
I slip into cabin three and look around at the small, luxury space. I didn't even know planes were big enough for cabins, but I shouldn't be surprise.
Rich humans love to find any way to build a wall between the filthy rich and the middle and lower classes. So much so that they had to build luxury, private cabins in first class.
They love to show off their wealth.
I fall back on the airplane version of a bed and sink into the mattress.
"So much better than staying in economy with that pesky flight attendant, right," I ask the little baby in my stomach. He or she tightens up in my stomach and I have to take a deep breath to get pass the Braxton Hicks. These false contractions aren't a joke and it actually makes me fear giving birth.
I stand up again and take off the red cloth and gloves. When I went back to the apartment, I grabbed what I could. I couldn't take a shower because there wasn't enough time for that. I saw that some of the stuff in the apartment was rearrange, meaning someone was here and they might come back.
I just put on anything I found that could hide the blood still on me and I bragged two little knives from my collection that I could use for defense. I couldn't bring a big sword like Dragons Blood on the plane with me, so I left him behind. I could only use a bit of magic here and there because I feel exhausted.
I used some magic to get past security with my weapons and I just used some now to get my own private cabin, but I've mostly drained myself out. I'm not as powerful as Chris when it comes to magic.
I go to the connected bathroom in the cabin and try to scrub off the blood from my body with sink water. Chris was able to heal my knee before I left, but there's still blood running down my leg. I scrub blood off my hands and arms.
I scrubbed until my tanned skin turned red. Guilt is really eating at me right now. I have an innocent man's blood on my hands. Although the rogues weren't being controlled, I still feel sick at the fact that I just went on a massive killing spree. It makes me the same amount of a monster as them. I almost feel like I have to throw up and I've never been queasy from the sight of blood.
I change into some clean clothes that make more sense than a wrinkled, red coat and black gloves. Some black tights that won't stretch over my stomach, a black t-shirt, black boots, and a leather jacket. I play with my knotted hair a little bit, just so it won't look too messy, but I've never been the best at doing my hair.
I walk back into the cabin and lay in the bed, taking a deep breath.
What am I going to do next once I land?
I'm too exhausted to think right now and decide to sleep until the plane lands.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your flight to Berlin, Germany is now landing. It is currently 18:50 and 14 degrees celsius. Please buckle in. Thank you for flying with us and have a nice night." The flight attendant repeats everything in German and gets off the intercom.
Damn it! I was looking forward to a long nap.
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I take my first steps off the plane and I can already feel the breeze of Berlin chilling me. I walk through the airport and find an exit. The streets of Berlin are sworming with tourists that are out sightseeing and the German's that call Berlin their home.
I look around at the street signs, trying to find out what to do next. I got a pamphlet before I left the airport and it has a couple of hotels listed inside. To make my search for a place to stay faster, I use the little bits of magic I have left. I start walking in the direction my magic points to when I'm pulled back into a dark alley.
On instinct, I pull out one of my knives and turn on the person that pulled me into the alley. The knife is knocked out of my hand and I look up at the figure that's hiding behind a hoodie.
"You should be very careful using magic in Berlin," a deep voice says from inside the black hoodie. I couldn't see anything about the person, but I pull out my second knife to fight back.
I go to attack, but my hand is twisted back by a force and the knife is dropped from my hands.
"How about you take a nap," they say and I feel an invisible force push down on my skull.
"Fuck," I groan out in pain, but I'm not able to scream. They stand in front of me as the vision in my eyes go black. I almost fall to the ground, but they pick me up in their arms as I'm forced into a deep sleep.