Of Vampires and Hunters [Closed]

[soldmysoul]

Allister decided to redeem himself, speaking up. "Most of the ones we've gone to find have either ended up dead before we could reach them, claimed that had no idea what we were talking about, or gotten really offended that we would even ask. In other words, we've found almost nothing that could help us. So far, finding you two has been like hitting gold for us."


"Listen, I know you two most likely have no interest in helping either one of us but this really means a lot. Everything we knew was in Glass Heights and having to leave with nothing and nobody has been harder than you could even imagine. If there is anything that we can give for you to help us, just name it."


Allister suddenly felt bad for Harley. Yes, they were both in this together and he had suffered the same losses that she had, but her plea was a bit disheartening to hear. He knew she had a lot of built up emotion inside, and for her to show even a glimpse of it, and to complete strangers, really affected him. Of course, he eyed Lydia once more, reading to defend his sister had she questioned her sincerity or intentions one again.

 

[Lucyfer]

“Monsieur Godfrey a parlé cette il a eu quelque chose nous montrer.” Lydia spoke to Jean-Baptiste, indicating she was not completely unaware of what might happen in this situation. His sire, and by default, her grandsire, had always been interested in learning more about the vampire condition and trying to fight against its weaknesses. “Pensez-vous on a rien faire avec cette situation?”


“Oui,” Jean-Baptiste answered, then smiled at the two of them, “We are not certain what you can give to us, so let us leave it at an IOU which will expire upon your deaths, so it is not inherited by your own children,” no doubt the two didn’t presently have children, but most humans dreamt of such futures. Even vampires did. It was why more were always made. “You will need to acquire tickets heading out to PDX, that is, Portland International Airport,” he didn’t imagine he needed to name it, but thought it would help.


Portland was the place their own plane was taking them, and then from there it was to where his sire was, assuming they timed it well. Otherwise, they would have to get a hotel so that they didn’t fry in the sun.

 

[soldmysoul]

Harley let out a sigh of relief, "we can do that."


Allister grabbed Harley's arm, putting his mouth close to her ear. "How do you even know they aren't just leasing us on a wild goose chase?"


She yanked her arm away, "does it matter? I feel like we've been on enough, we should be professionals at it by this point. Besides, we have nothing to lose. We found what we came here to find and we've just found our next step."


He sighed, "you're right. So, what happens when we arrive in Portland?"


Thankfully, they had some great connections, most of which were in Portland and could easily be reached. The twin's parents were very notable people and had made lots of friends in all the right places.

 

[Lucyfer]

“That depends on numerous things, mostly timing,” Jean-Baptiste made a gesture, and started to walk. Lydia followed, “We’re out of here at 2am, which should give us enough time to rendezvous with my sire. If you are able, I would book that same flight,” he hoped that they would follow, but if not, they had the directions. There was a flight out of the local airport to Portland that was leaving at 2am.


If all went well, the vampires would arrive by 4 am. If there was turbulence or some other issue, then they’d figure out how to deal with it. Jean-Baptiste never worried over these things. So far, he and Lydia had managed to avoid getting scalded by the sun while on a plane, and he didn’t think that was going to change anytime soon. He measured the odds well, typically.

 

[soldmysoul]

The two of them started walking, keeping up pace. Meanwhile, Allister was already on his phone, looking at flights. "I think we can do it. We would have to head back now, get our things and go though."


As much as leaving nearly a couple hours after they initially arrived didn't seem like the most fantastic of ideas, they both were aware that it had to be done. "It's going to be a close one, but I guess we're going to Portland tonight." Harley put a hand through her hair before reaching out a hand to whichever one would take it first. "You can trust that we're not going to do anything if we can trust that your intentions are just as good. You didn't want to walk into a trap and neither do we."

 

[Lucyfer]

Jean-Baptiste nodded, “I expected as much,” packing would be necessary. He and Lydia had already packed. “We will see you at the airport then, I suspect,” he had led them back to the casino, acknowledging the bag of chips that Lydia still had.


Both vampires turned to face the siblings before the bridge, and Jean-Baptiste first took the hand offered, giving a firm shake, “We will not be setting up a trap,” Jean-Baptiste answered her concern, though he suppose it didn’t matter if it was trusted or not.


In Portland, they’d find no trap. “Best be on your way to get your things,” he let go of her hand, “We’ll see you there.”


Lydia gave a curt nod to them, clearly not warmed to the idea, but not at all arguing it. Jean-Baptiste’s sire was something of a strange one. Lydia had never truly warmed to him, either, and going to visit him hadn’t been high on her list of things to do. This only made her dread it all the more.

 

[soldmysoul]

"Let's hurry up." Allister said as he slid his hands into his pockets, turning away from the others. The siblings then began a brisk walk back to where they had just settled their belongings, only a few hours prior. Yet again, they found themselves putting anything that had been removed from their suitcases, back in. It wasn't long until they were back out on the streets, hailing the first cab that passed by before loading all of their suitcases into the back of the cab.


Eventually, not too long after getting into the cab, the twins had reached the airport. Quickly, they retrieved their bags from the trunk, tipping the driver before heading inside. The airport was quiet at this hour which made purchasing their tickets as well as getting through security a breeze, within no time, they were already boarding the plane. Harley pushed her way in front of her brother, making sure that she got a window seat, she could at least rest her head against the window while catching a quick nap. Allister got to his seat next to her, scanning the plane for the vampires, but no sight of them yet, he took his seat.

 

[Lucyfer]

The chips were cashed in, adding another cool $50,000 to the growing amount of money the duo always had. It was quickly stashed away in one of their bank accounts, and then they caught a cab to the airport. Their entry was quite a bit less fussy. First-class helped with that. They’d been among the first on the plane.


However, their position also ensured they weren’t aware of when or if the siblings made it on. “Do you think they’re here?” Lydia asked. She was the one with the window seat.


Jean-Baptiste shrugged, “I do not know. I suspect we’ll know when we get off,” perhaps. Perhaps they’d lose them. He even considered it. No traps, but it might be in their best interest if the hunters were lost. He’d have to see if such a thing was feasible. Baggage claim would be difficult.


The plane did start, and did lift off, with few passengers. Lydia mused again, “Why doesn’t the moon hurt us?”


“Mm? What are you on about now, ma cherie?”


“It reflects the light of the sun,” she noted. “In fact, all the stars are suns. It is interesting, no, that we are not harmed by them?”


“It must be the power of the light,” he suggested. It was obvious the that the day was much brighter than the night. He assumed that to be the reasoning, but he didn’t really know. He wasn’t sure if his condition was truly something that scientific exploration could solve or understand. He didn’t consider it so.

 

[soldmysoul]

Before the plane could even take off, Harley had already drifted off to sleep despite the uncomfortable seating arrangement and her head against the hard and cold window.


Allister had one of the flight attendants get a blanket and when they brought him one, he used it to cover Harley up. He crossed his arms across his chest, looking around the almost empty cabin. It was extremely quiet in there, not many people chose to fly out at 2 in the morning he presumed, then again, it made boarding the plane a much more simpler process.


Eventually, the plane was taking off and they were en route to their next destination. Even though Allister knew the flight wasn't going to be a long one, part of him wanted there to be some sort of delay, while he was on the plane, he and Harley had absolutely nothing to worry about.

 

[Lucyfer]

Sleep did not call to either Jean-Baptiste or Lydia on the flight. Neither were never that comfortable on them, and of course, sleep was not necessary even if it was indulged in. The plane, unfortunately, was delayed. There was a storm in the path that the captain decided it did not want to cross through.


A few curses in French were Jean-Baptiste’s response to that.


When they arrived in Oregon, it was a little after 5am, and Jean-Baptiste wasted no time getting off the plane. ‘Sun up is…?’ Once he started to walk through the airport, he dug out his phone, but Lydia already had the answer.


“7:15,” she informed him. “No time to get to your friend’s.” He was a bit more than two hours from the airport.


“Merde,” Jean-Baptiste cursed again. He dialed his friend’s number, and Lydia reached back for his hand to pull him through the crowds and towards baggage claim, since he would no doubt get lost otherwise when he was distracted by the phone call. “Marcus, hello,” he greeted in English, though his greeting had been in Latin, Marcus’s mother tongue. “Lydia and myself have arrived in Portland, but the plane got delayed. We’re going to be staying at the Ruby.”


Lydia’s gambling addiction paid for much, but they actually remained in legitimate business through a string of hotels that catered to vampires. Iron shutters were always provided to windows, no questions asked. They were all named after some sort of precious gem.


Lydia brought them to a stop near the baggage claim area and then peered up at Jean-Baptiste as he let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you. We shall see you tomorrow,” and with that he bid Marcus farewell and pocketed his phone.


“Well?”


“He’ll send us transport at night,” Jean-Baptiste answered.


“Darn.” He blinked, confused. “I was hoping we might be able to stop in that town of those hunters. I want to see what all the fuss is about.” She elaborated.