The Flight Of A Vampire

One of my very last memories of Zoe, and will most definitely be the worst, is us having an argument. An argument that should not have happened in the first place. My unresolved feelings for Amanda came in the way. I was angry about what Zoe did to Amanda. I would have sat far better if I knew that Amanda truly did want to stay away. But instead, I have learned that was not the case. So here I have Amanda standing in front of me again. Am I making a mistake? The way that I see it, I have been making nothing but mistakes these past few days.

"Hey, Amanda."

"Nice to see you again Foster."

"Come in, I will grab us some wine."

As I make my way to the kitchen, I cannot help but think to myself, Amanda is different. There is something else about her, she is not the old Amanda I used to fight with me every day. She seems to have softened a bit, that raw hardness about her seems to have disappeared. Maybe it is just an act, maybe as the night grows, she shall become her same true self again.

Pushing the thought to the back of my mind, I grab two glasses and a bottle of red wine. Before I sit back down, I put some mellow music on to play in the background. I kick off my shoes and get comfortable next to her on the couch.

"So how have you been Amanda?"

"I won't lie to you, it has been really hard. And you? It seems that you are doing well."

"Looks can be deceiving, I have quite a tough few days. But at least business is going great."

She has never been interested in how I felt before, am I feeling too much pity for her or is there something else? Then again it is not pity, but mostly concern.

But I want to know what happened to her memory. I need to know what she can and cannot remember, after all, Ethan is going to experience the very same thing for that Zoe did to him.

"Sooo, can I ask you a question?"

"What are you thinking?"

"Hahaha. You know me well. What I was thinking is why did you never come to see me?"

"I was scared, I have come so close so many times, but I just could not set my foot in the club."

"Why were you scared?"

"That something bad would happen to me."

"Bad like how?"

"I can't explain, I just had a bad feeling."

If she only knew that it was not just a feeling, that something bad did happen to her and that she is not scared for no reason at all. But the question begs, what can she remember?

I watch as she studies me for a moment, I can see a world of turmoil in her eyes. The Amanda I know is sure of herself and would never show a single moment of weakness, but now, here in front of me is a broken woman.

"Why did you ask me to come here, Foster?"

"Because I needed to check if you are okay. I do care about you still whether you wish to believe it or not."

"I am not okay, but I do feel better now that I have seen you."

As she says this, I see the tears start to pool in those deep brown eyes. It does rip at my heart to see her cry. So I pull her into my arms even though I know that it is not something I should do. I have known this woman for most of my life and I know this is the place she has always found comfort. If I can give her one moment of comfort then that is what I shall do. I need this closure just as much, I need to feel that we are resolved, then I will feel no need to be upset anymore.

But god she feels good, I have forgotten how it felt in her arms. Who am I fooling, I have always received just as much comfort from her too. She stills smells like jasmine and that small hint of vanilla. Her skin is yet so soft and warm to the touch. She feels like a breath of fresh air on a fluffy cloud. Small little tingles spread over my skin every time I feel her warm breath softly blow on me.

Do I really want to throw that part away of my life?

...ZOE POV...

We have just packed every single thing we own into the back of Breyden's black SUV. With one final sad glance over our shoulders, we say goodbye to what was our life here. Not me or Teagen have even an idea to where we are heading. We have done this so many times that we do not even ask anymore. We just know it is on the other side of the world.

But this time it seems to be very hard on Teagen, from all the places in the world this one she loved the most. I do not think it is the weather so much, but more the nightlife that she shall be missing. She did look so forward to being able to spend more time at Foster's club. Then me and my reckless behavior changed that all for her. So now we both don't get what we so much desire. She, her nightlife, and me the man to fill those nights with.

I do not even notice that she has been staring at me for a while now. The expression on her face is still not quite easy to read. She is heartbroken, but at the same breath excited to see what happens next.

"So where are we going to this time Breyden."

Breyden looks at her somewhat annoyed. If there truly is someone that has had enough of this, then it is him.

"The airport."

"What?!"

Teagen nearly jumps out of her chair, "It is true then, we are moving to the other side of the world."

"Yes Teagen, you and your sister have made so much trouble this side of the world, I am forced to go further away this time."

I immediately stop him before he can say another word.

"What do you mean further away?"

"Further away from where this Foster guy cannot find you and where there is not a club that your sister has been dragged out of."

"But do you not think that is a bit too extreme?"

"Well was biting a man and erasing people's memories not a bit too extreme?"

I do not even bother to further argue with him. I lay my head against the cold window and stare as the tar races underneath the car. Each spinning wheel is taking us closer and closer to the airport. Each second to second is taking us away from our old life here, to a new one in the unknown.

After half an hour's drive in complete silence, we find ourselves offloading our bags on a trolley at the airport. While Breyden goes to find long-term parking, me and Zoe wait for him at the entrance to departures.

"Teagen where do you think we are going?"

"I don't know sis, but Breyden is really pissed about this one."

"I am sorry."

But my sorry fall on deaf ears as Breyden comes to join us again. She is right, that anger has not left his face once since I told him this afternoon. All I know is that he is determined to get us as far away from here as possible, get me as far away from Foster.

He grabs the trolley and we head for the check-in counter. I guess this is the moment of truth, he cannot hide it from us any longer. As we load the bags on the conveyor belt, he finally speaks to the girl behind the counter.

"Three tickets to..."

He does not need to even finish for right above my head the board flashes the next departure destination.

"Breyden no!"

These are the only two words I can utter, but Breyden does not even flinch. He has made up his mind and this is where we will be going. It is true, that Foster will never find me there, not even if he was not looking for me.

With a world of protest, he drags us towards the departure gate. Everything seems to be happening so fast now. A few hours ago I was in the comfort of Foster's arms and now we are boarding the plane.

As Teagen takes the middle seat, I slip in next to her at the window and as if to prevent us from going anywhere, Breyden takes the isle. I look at him with absolute disgust on my face, if anybody is going too far, then it is him.

When the plane starts to roll up the runway, I cannot help but wipe the tears away with the sleeve of my white jersey. I wish I could just have said goodbye to Foster at least. He must be so furious at me still, at least I know this way that he will not be looking for me.

I sleep through most of the seven-hour flight and as much as can be expected, my dreams are filled with him. I truly hope that he is doing okay and that he does not miss me. At least this way he can move one or even make things up with Amanda.

And then as we finally land, we get ready to leave our seats and step off the plane. It does not even take me a moment to hesitate to make my hatred for this place known.

"I hate London."

...FOSTER POV...

What I have in my arms should not be happening, but for some reason, I want it more than anything. There is a deep insatiable need to feel ecstasy, the same feeling I get when Zoe has her fangs nestled deep inside of me. It is like I have this craving for something that won't satisfy me, at least not at the moment, but I shall keep on seeking it.

Without even thinking it through further, I pull Amanda onto my lap.

"Foster, what are you doing?"

"I don't know Amanda, but do you really want to stop me?"

My gaze falls down to her full and parted lips. I bring my finger up to her lips, I can feel her warm breath rapidly breathing against the tips. She tries to speak, but I suddenly cover her mouth with mine and make her stop. All I want to focus on is her, the warmth that is spreading through my body. On the soft moan she just made, on the intoxicating feeling of diving headfirst into an erupting volcano, and most of all, the way she tastes.

"Foster."

When she says my name this time, it is as if she is begging. It only makes me crave her more. I slide my hand over her tight ass and push her deep into my raging erection. My mouth moves away from her lips and runs slowly down her neck, I rub them gently over her collarbone and softly bite into the edge of her shoulders, growling at the taste of her skin. I grind myself into her as I move my lips to her ear. I can hear her breath heavy as my tongue roams her neck, I can feel her heart throb in her chest.

My body is raging and it burning rapidly on fire, I need to find release. My heart is pounding in my ribcage and I can hear my breathing getting rapid and uncontrolled now. She drives her pelvis even harder into my throbbing erection, it feels like I can burst.

I need to feel that ecstasy.

I need some sort of release.

Then as she takes her hand to touch me, I feel them coming out one by one, slicing through my skin and they are as sharp as razors...

"Amanda, stop!"