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Jan 11, 2015 0:04:17 GMT -5
Post by Brooke Sinclair-Knight on Jan 11, 2015 0:04:17 GMT -5
The airport was always too much for her liking, too messy, too many people, and too much noise. It always caused Brooke to go a little insane. And don’t even get her started on the plane rides itself. They were quite possibly the worst things in existence and that is why the vampire never flew on commercial flights. She always opted for the private jets, no matter the distance, so she could be alone and work on something important rather than trying to dull the throbbing her head did when she flew commercial. Sure, that made her a bit of a snob, but she had the money to do it and she wasn’t bothered by the snob title in the slightest. She usually actually welcomed it with open arms and a smile.
“The plane is booked under Delphine Archibault… I still don’t know how you came up with that for a fake name.” her personal assistant, Layla, said with a giggle. Brooke nodded and gave her a half a smile, fake name indeed. Delphine Archibault was her birth name, a name she hadn’t been associated with since she left France but it was a pretty decent fake name when she needed one in a pinch. She just never really enjoyed the amusement people got out of it, sure she had cast the name aside in favor of Brooke but it was still technically her name‒even though legally speaking her name was Brooke Sinclair-Knight. The voice of her assistant knocked her out of her thoughts again. “Your usual pilot is out sick today” Brooke’s eyebrow raised in concern. She wasn’t sure she trusted anyone else to fly her. Layla picked up on it and tried to relax her “The co-pilot assured me that yhe replacement pilot was more than suitable and that you should not worry.” Brooke sighed, “I suppose it won’t kill me to fly with someone else. This meeting is too important to miss.” she decided and Layla nodded, pleased that her boss wasn’t going to cancel this flight last minute again. The car came to a stop on the tarmac and the driver was out quickly, opening the door for her and her assistant to step out. “Were you given a name for the pilot?” she asked curiously as they walked towards the plane. “No. I was just told he was the best replacement that we would ever find, if not better than our usual pilot.” Brooke nodded quickly and stepped into the steps leading up to the plane door.
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Mar 30, 2015 17:52:07 GMT -5
Post by Luther Knight on Mar 30, 2015 17:52:07 GMT -5
Like any good pilot Luther arrived at the plane early. He spent the better part of his time making sure everything worked and was ready for takeoff. He would wait to start the engine until news of his passenger arrived so until then he remained in the cockpit with only a book to keep him entertained. Luther was a simple man. Always has been, and has always found enjoyment from simple pleasures. Being alone in the cockpit was one. It gave him time to sort out his thoughts and clear his mind, of which lately has been plagued with visions of Brooke. For weeks he has been fighting for sleep against the vivid dreams that woke him up every night. Her screams rang in his ears as if he was experiencing the moment every time and he awoke with the feeling of dread and weakness for being unable to protect his wife the way he should. He was sure if his heart could still beat it would have felt like it could have exploded within his chest, but instead he was left with the empty feeling he was cursed to for eternity.
When word of the passengers arrival reached his ears he closed his book and stood up, straightening his tie in the small mirror beside his seat to make sure he looked presentable. He wanted to give the woman a good first impression, and with the name Delphine Archibault he could only assume she was a woman who wanted nothing more than perfection. Satisfied this was going to be the best he could manage, he stepped out of the cockpit and stood by the door with his hands behind his back, ready to greet whoever boarded with a professional stance. Luther wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from the woman and though he had many theories, none would come even close the moment his eyes fell onto her face.
It was as if time had been reversed and he was that broken down man with nothing to his name again, and she was the radiant angel that gave his life purpose. She looked exactly how he remembered her, with the exception of the modern clothes, and for a brief moment he thought he was imaging things. Lack of sleep could do that to a man, but it was the sweet scent that made it impossible to ignore. The perfume was different, but thanks to his heightened senses he could smell more than just the exterior aromas. There was no mistaking the ravishing beauty to be his wife and thought excitement started to fill his body at the prospect, even in his moment of nostalgia he couldn’t shake off the possibility that she may not remember him as well as he did her.
”Good evening, ma’am. Names Luther Knight, at your service.” He said with his notorious grin and a simple bow of respect. Dead or not Luther was a true gentleman, and even if he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and never let go, he would wait until she made the first move. If this was his beloved wife, then that would mean she was turned just as he was. He only hoped that she hadn’t fallen under her kidnappers spell and completely forgotten the vow they had taken moments before death almost 80 years ago, or better yet, moved on completely. |
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Mar 30, 2015 21:35:01 GMT -5
Post by Brooke Sinclair-Knight on Mar 30, 2015 21:35:01 GMT -5
Upon boarding the plane the voice of a flight attendant was the first thing she heard, “Good evening Miss Archibault.” She said so happily. The name made Brooke’s nose crinkle and she offered the woman a smile, “Please call me Brooke and if you insist on a last name it’s Knight.” She insisted and the woman conceded with a smile. The vampire then turned back to her assistant and spoke, telling the woman to verify accommodations on the other end of this flight. Then her ears were graced with a voice she had all but forgotten and her attention snapped to the pilot immediately to see his face. It was on etched in to her memories and was one she feared she had started to forget. Her breathe hitched as her eyes traveled his face, comparing every inch of it to the image in her mind, “Mon cher…” she said so softly that it could barely be heard. Words seemed to escape her for a moment longer before the sound of Layla clearing her throat to pull her boss back into reality served its purpose. “Layla, I need to speak with my hu‒” she stopped short. Were they even that anymore? Sure they said the vows but an entire lifetime had passed since that night and maybe he had moved on. She recollected herself and spoke again, “Our pilot, Mister Knight, before we take off. Go make those calls please.” She requested, eyes never moving off of Luther. Layla looked at Brooke weirdly but left them alone to make the phone calls that were requested. Brooke finally peeled her eyes away from Luther’s and motioned to the cockpit door so they could talk more privately.
Once they were both inside with the door shut behind him Brooke stood there in fascination for a moment trying to figure out if this was reality or not. She set a very shaky and careful hand on his cheek to reassure herself that this was real and that he really was standing there. “I… I can’t believe… It’s you.” She muttered. After spending a great deal of her life thinking he was dead she didn’t know what to say or do. She wanted to kiss him but she briefly considered that he may have moved on since the last time she saw him. Eighty years was an awfully long time to live and while her heart may have never allowed her to commit to another person completely there was no saying her hadn’t. He had every right to meet someone else and fall in love. She wouldn’t expect otherwise but she couldn’t contain her need to kiss him either. If he had moved on then she could learn to accept that but not until she kissed the love of her life.
Without warning she moved forward, the hand that had been resting on his cheek moved to the back of his neck, and her lips connected with his. She was hesitant at first, careful even, but what she had intended to be a sweet and almost innocent kiss ended up being so much more than that when she kissed him harder. Thoughts filled her mind again about what the state of his love life might be and she pulled away entirely, putting distance between the two so she couldn’t jump him until they had talked. “I’m sorry if that was inappropriate because you’ve moved on or something. I couldn’t help it though. I just… I have dreamed about those lips for 80 years now… I couldn’t let you tell me you were with someone else before actually living that dream.” She rambled, her French accent was not quite as prevalent as it used to be but it was still clearly there. “Luther… I… You’re alive.” Her voice was shaky as if realization of what was going on just hit her full force. “You’re here…”
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