Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

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Picture this: being driven to some unknown place which ends up being some near empty runway platform. Then be forced out of the comfortable car to the sleek, beautifully crafted jet waiting patiently to fly us off to Romania were some mad man wants to kill me...or something of the sort.

Once were in the aircraft the thugs guided Trevor and I into the two grey seats across from each other. They then made their way to their own chairs, though I noticed Polly hesitate beside Trevor before moving passed me to her seat.

Did they know each other before this or...eh...its none of my business.

"You two are allowed to speak freely. But be warned, we can hear and see you from here."

The pressure in my head and that surrounded my throat, hindering me from doing anything released. I can only assume that this happened to the man before me as well but we don't say a word.

The plane lurched forward as it prepared to take flight.

The wheels soon squealed as we took to the air. The sound of the engine was roaring in my ears as we slowly ascended and leveled out.

"So...you're the famous Rirailia?"

My attention goes back to Trevor as it speeds a mile a minute.

"How did y-...know what? Never mind"

"You said your name was Riri and Polly called you Ms. Ciprian. It's not that hard to figure out."

A sort of quiet slipped between us, only ruptured by the murmurings from the other people in the room behind us.

"Ok, what do you know about me. Or what do you think you know about me."

A thoughtful look crossed Trevor's face before he leaned back in his seat.

"I know that your parents were the soul leaders of the rebellion. They fought against the Dracul so they could tell the world about our kind. I know they died like so many others for that tragic cause. I know that later on your brother fought for that very same cause, but in secret. Then, almost overnight, his growing forces disbanded without a clear reason why."

I shifted slightly as he continued completely unaware of my discomfort.

"I know that you are Rirailia, wielder of the Black Flames. A gift not many of our kind have now a days. I know that you have been on the run from the Dracul for some time. And.... I know that you carry a heavy weight on your shoulders."

I look him in the eye till a small smirk creeps to his lips.

"I haven't the slightest clue what it is, but I can see it's there. It's probably none of my business either."

"Your right; it's not."

I let out the breath I was holding and look into Trevor's deep brown eyes.

"Ok, smart guy. It seems you know a lot about me and my family, yet I have no clue about you and yours. So spill it."

Now it was his turn to become uncomfortable.

"I was born in Europe around the same times as you: the 1950s. My parents fought in the rebellion and died. I have no siblings or family members still alive today. I have been working as a traveling tattoo artist for some fifteen years now. My own ability is melanokinesis. Anything else you want to know?"

He spoke with a somewhat cold, detached tone; like he was talking about another person's life. A life he didn't particularly like to hear.

"Why yes there is. What is melanokinesis?"

"The ability to control ink. Understand the tattoos now?"

"Yes indeed. Only, I have one more question. Then we can go back to our silent stare off that you love oh so much."

"What is it?" Exasperation clearly detected.

I lean in closer so I won't be too loud.

"What did you do to the Dracul?"

If I wasn't looking at him so intensely I wouldn't have notice him stiffen at my question.

"I did something to the newer leader, Axel, before he took full control of the group. I thought it was all in the past till Polly's men came and tracked me down. Now, it seems, I must face my old friend again..."

I look at him then and soak in the information. Slowly, I look to my right, out my window as the soft clouds past through the plane's wing.

In a hushed voice I say,"I understand... You don't need to say anymore."

We didn't say a word for the rest of the flight. We stayed like that till the familiar jerk of the jet moved us down to the ground and to our unknown fate.

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Sorry if this chapter is short and not the best :/

I'll try harder next time, I promise!!!!