Lucyfer
Said you'd die for me, well -- there's the ground
Scheduling flights was a hassle for humans. For vampires, it was even moreso. They had to make sure to avoid catching the sun on the way over. Which had meant leaving England near dawn, to fly to the states for the Clemence siblings, Vera and Valerian.
The younger vampire, despite traveling more frequently, was the one most exhausted by it, and it showed in the way he leaned against Vera. The woman was stoically gazing out the window as their plane came into the airport and rolled up to their gate. She let out an unnecessary breath. “We’re here,” she murmured.
As it was said, the pilot announced just that, "Welcome to the Crescent City, New Orleans," and he went on to indicate the weather outside and time.
Though sleep was about as necessary as breathing for their kind, it was still something that some partook in—especially the younger. Valerian roused himself at the sound of her voice, brushing dark hair out of his silver eyes and then looking around as the lights began to flicker on around them. He moved off of her and stretched out, “Finally,” he said, knuckles cracking, neck cracking, as he moved and oriented himself.
Vera didn’t so much as budge until the doors opened, and then she didn’t care much about subtlety. She grasped her carry-ons immediately and was out the door in seconds. If people had been more awake, they might have wondered at a woman in heels moving so quickly.
3 am was far from dawn, but not far enough for Vera, when she hadn’t been here before, and didn’t know how far the hotel was. The woman in the black sheathe gown might appear like any other passenger eager to catch another flight, but that was not the case. At least she blended in with that rabble, save for her formal attire.
Valerian wasn’t long behind her, though, dressed as a business man in his black suit. He carried his own luggage lackadaisically over his shoulder. “Come on, baggage claim is this way,” he said once he was out of that hallway and reunited with the blonde woman. Despite the fact she was older than him, she looked much younger.
Of course, he’d been turned in his 20s. She was a teenager. “Mind carrying my bag so I can dig out my phone? I’m going to call our ride and let them know we’re here.” He’d gotten a number before catching the flight of his contact.
Vera nodded, and she accepted the bag, to the surprise of one person they passed—no doubt because it was such ‘ungentlemanly’ behavior. Yet, Vera carried his bag and her own two with ease, as they moved to get their other items from the circling baggage claims area.
Valerian brought his phone up to his ear after dialing, waiting for the individual on the other line to pick up. It didn’t take long. “This is Meredith speaking, Sir Clemence. Have you landed?”
“Yes,” he answered, “Myself and my sister. We’ll need a ride that has some space for luggage.”
“Understood sir, I’ll dispatch someone to pick you up immediately from near baggage claim.”
“Thank you.” He didn’t bother to ask if the penthouse or anything else was prepared. He knew it would be. “What will they be?” An odd question, no doubt, but he asked it with enough confidence that no one would really consider it as the siblings paused at the carousels to await their bags.
“Human, I’m afraid. Sorry,” it was added, as Meredith suspected both Vera and Valerian were hungry after such a long flight. “Should I have wine brought?”
“Please.” Valerian was hungry. He had no idea if Vera was. He rarely saw her drink, not that he gave much thought to it. He assumed it was something to do with her age, as he did with most things about her and their illustrious father, Victor.
“Is there anything else I can assist with?”
“No, that will be all. See you soon,” with that, he hung up the call and put his phone back into an interior pocket of his suit jacket, and took his bag lightly back from Vera. “I’m having wine brought,” he added.
She just wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Ah, right,” now he knew why he didn’t ask. “Sorry. There will be untainted drinks at the hotel.” She didn’t tend to take anything intoxicated or mixed. Not even the bloody cakes! Now that, he didn’t understand. Victor drank and ate easily. “Do you need something now?”
“No,” she said with a shake of her head.
By then, the lights on the screens around the carousels indicated that their plane was finally unloading its bags.
The younger vampire, despite traveling more frequently, was the one most exhausted by it, and it showed in the way he leaned against Vera. The woman was stoically gazing out the window as their plane came into the airport and rolled up to their gate. She let out an unnecessary breath. “We’re here,” she murmured.
As it was said, the pilot announced just that, "Welcome to the Crescent City, New Orleans," and he went on to indicate the weather outside and time.
Though sleep was about as necessary as breathing for their kind, it was still something that some partook in—especially the younger. Valerian roused himself at the sound of her voice, brushing dark hair out of his silver eyes and then looking around as the lights began to flicker on around them. He moved off of her and stretched out, “Finally,” he said, knuckles cracking, neck cracking, as he moved and oriented himself.
Vera didn’t so much as budge until the doors opened, and then she didn’t care much about subtlety. She grasped her carry-ons immediately and was out the door in seconds. If people had been more awake, they might have wondered at a woman in heels moving so quickly.
3 am was far from dawn, but not far enough for Vera, when she hadn’t been here before, and didn’t know how far the hotel was. The woman in the black sheathe gown might appear like any other passenger eager to catch another flight, but that was not the case. At least she blended in with that rabble, save for her formal attire.
Valerian wasn’t long behind her, though, dressed as a business man in his black suit. He carried his own luggage lackadaisically over his shoulder. “Come on, baggage claim is this way,” he said once he was out of that hallway and reunited with the blonde woman. Despite the fact she was older than him, she looked much younger.
Of course, he’d been turned in his 20s. She was a teenager. “Mind carrying my bag so I can dig out my phone? I’m going to call our ride and let them know we’re here.” He’d gotten a number before catching the flight of his contact.
Vera nodded, and she accepted the bag, to the surprise of one person they passed—no doubt because it was such ‘ungentlemanly’ behavior. Yet, Vera carried his bag and her own two with ease, as they moved to get their other items from the circling baggage claims area.
Valerian brought his phone up to his ear after dialing, waiting for the individual on the other line to pick up. It didn’t take long. “This is Meredith speaking, Sir Clemence. Have you landed?”
“Yes,” he answered, “Myself and my sister. We’ll need a ride that has some space for luggage.”
“Understood sir, I’ll dispatch someone to pick you up immediately from near baggage claim.”
“Thank you.” He didn’t bother to ask if the penthouse or anything else was prepared. He knew it would be. “What will they be?” An odd question, no doubt, but he asked it with enough confidence that no one would really consider it as the siblings paused at the carousels to await their bags.
“Human, I’m afraid. Sorry,” it was added, as Meredith suspected both Vera and Valerian were hungry after such a long flight. “Should I have wine brought?”
“Please.” Valerian was hungry. He had no idea if Vera was. He rarely saw her drink, not that he gave much thought to it. He assumed it was something to do with her age, as he did with most things about her and their illustrious father, Victor.
“Is there anything else I can assist with?”
“No, that will be all. See you soon,” with that, he hung up the call and put his phone back into an interior pocket of his suit jacket, and took his bag lightly back from Vera. “I’m having wine brought,” he added.
She just wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Ah, right,” now he knew why he didn’t ask. “Sorry. There will be untainted drinks at the hotel.” She didn’t tend to take anything intoxicated or mixed. Not even the bloody cakes! Now that, he didn’t understand. Victor drank and ate easily. “Do you need something now?”
“No,” she said with a shake of her head.
By then, the lights on the screens around the carousels indicated that their plane was finally unloading its bags.
