Gone and Done

Giselle ran.

And ran.

And ran.

And then ran some more.

Finally, she burst into the Honolulu airport and purchased a business class ticket for a one way trip to Algiers with a landing in New York City and London. She boarded the plane and soon, it lifted off.

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Back at the hospital...

Louis and Frederic broke apart.

"Wait," Louis said. "Mon amour?"

There was no answer.

"Where the hell is she?!" he roared at Frederic.

It was at that moment that Sophie returned to the room.

"Dr Wood, hospital security said that a patient was seen escaping."

He sighed, "Don't worry about it, Ms Ardington."

"Wha... wait. Where's Giselle?"

Louis spun around the room.

"Merde. Where the hell is she, Wood?! Answer me now before I remove your head."

"She's gone. Out the window, while we were fighting."

"And you didn't think to yell?!"

"I told her to go."

Louis snarled and lunged. The two got into it again and kept on battling.

"Stop! Stop! STOP!!!" Sophie yelled.

The other two vamps ignored her though and proceeding with trying to headlock the other.

Louis got a hold of Frederic and spun him.

"Why?" he asked dangerously.

"Don't you get it? She came here to get away from you. Then you showed back up. So I let her go. I told her to jump."

"She could've died!"

"No, she wouldn't have. She's a vampire, just like the rest of us. Giselle would be fine. You're protecting her like she's still a human. But she's not. Remember that, Montpierre."

Then Frederic turned and got loose. He brushed himself off and straightened out his clothes.

"You can show yourself out."

Then Frederic left with Sophie in tow. Louis remained, shocked and bested.

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Giselle watched as the city of Algiers came into view.

"Welcome to Algiers, Algeria," the captain said over the PA system.

The plane landed and the multitude of passengers filed out, Giselle among them.

She headed for the exit. After having passed through border patrol and showing her id, she was finally out onto the streets of Algiers. The first place Giselle went to was a Zurich bank. She accessed her Swiss account (that Louis had no knowledge of) and withdrew some few hundred dinars.

Then she made her way to a bazaar and purchased some brightly coloured local clothing. After she changed, Giselle stepped back out onto the streets and blended into the crowd.

I can't have anyone recognising me, she thought.

Instead of heading to a hotel, Giselle made her way over to the poorer side of Algiers. She eventually came upon a door and knocked.

After a moment, an Arab man emerged.

"Le nom?"

"Camille du Sang."

"Entre."

Giselle followed the man inside. She was led upstairs. Fear began to creep up her spine when she saw they were headed towards a bedroom. The man knocked on the door.

"Entre."

The man opened the door and motioned her in. Giselle stepped into the bedroom, feigning confidence. The singular man in the bedroom motioned for the other man to close the door. It shut behind her.

"Je suis Camille du Sang."

The man asked in French, "What do you want Mademoiselle du Sang?"

Giselle swayed her hips, getting closer and closer to where the man stood at the foot of the king-sized bed.

"Tu."

The man raised an eyebrow as Giselle neared him and placed a hand on his chest.

He chuckled in French, "Mademoiselle... I would love to, but-"

"Then what's stopping you?" she suddenly switched to Arabic.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Giselle let out a flirty laugh.

"Sayidi, let me please you," the Arabic rolled off her tongue.

Giselle looked down, submissively. Suddenly, she felt his lips on her neck. Giselle tipped her head and traced her lips over his jugular vein. Her fangs were about descend, but she used all of her control to hold off.

Not yet, she thought. But soon.

After a few more moments of passionate kissing, Giselle pulled back. Discreetly, she pulled a wooden stake out of her purse. She crashed her lips back onto the man's. Then she raised her hand when he grabbed and spun her.

"Ahh!" she cried out.

He chuckled darkly.

"Did you really think I wouldn't realise what you are, my dear?" he asked in French. "I've been alive too long to know when another vampire's come to kill me."

Giselle spat at him. He shook her shoulders roughly.

"Who sent you?"

"No one."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying! Ahh!" she screamed as he twisted her arm behind her back.

"Who sent you?"

"I came on my own! I swear!"

He twisted her arm further.

Merde, Giselle thought.

She spun to untwist her arm and brought the stake up. Somehow, it managed to lodge in his chest.

He looked down and sputtered.

"How?"

"I'm a determined woman, Bashar al Assam. You killed the brother of someone very dear to me a long time ago. I'm taking justice for that person."

"Who?"

"Who?" she asked innocently.

"Who did I kill?"

"Henri Montpierre."

Bashar's eyes widened.

"My real name is Giselle Marchant. And Henri's little brother, Louis, never was able to catch you. So I am instead. And Louis has no idea where I am right now."

Then she stepped forward and ripped Bashar al Assam's head from his body. She put the head on the golden tray she saw on the side table and threw the body into the burning fireplace. Giselle grabbed the head, stuffed it into her bag and jumped from the balcony. She sped away. Back towards the airport.

It's a good thing that I know a private pilot in Rabat. I just have to get there first.

Giselle hired a driver to take her to Rabat and paid him 200 dinar and promised another 200 when they arrived in the other city.

They took off.

Giselle was dropped off at a private hangar and paid her driver the rest of the dinars she had left, totalled at 220 dinars.

She turned and headed for the jet.

"Étienne!" she called.

He spun. "Camille?"

She nodded.

"I need a favour."

"Anything."

She smiled sweetly.

"I need a ride to New Orleans."

"Done."