Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5
“Prince Charming”
Xavier POV
A gentleman always respects a lady .
When I was five, I was given etiquette lessons
by a kind, old woman called Dutchess Arielle.
I wondered what the Dutchess would think of
my etiquette as I chased Victoria down the
aisle, blasting a dozen holes in the plane.
“Stick to your blades, Biscuit. I’ve seen ducks
with better aim.”
Wrong . Not that I’ve competed with a duck, but
if I wanted Victoria dead, she would be. I was
just letting her get some exercise before I tied
her up again.
That’s hugely respectful, isn’t it?
An airhostess entered the cabin with an
uncorked bottle of wine. I lowered the gun as
Victoria snatched the bottle from her.
“Madame, that’s a 2009 Château Margaux.”
She said, her eyes wide.
“How expensive?”
“$200,000.”
“Best news all day.”
Victoria drank it like it was water, while the
hostess stared at her in horror.
“Very, um, fruity.” She hiccuped. “Here. Try
some, Biscuit.”
She chucked the bottle at me and headed
through the door. Before I could catch it, the
bottle shattered against my chest, the glass
tearing my shirt.
I swore.
If that was a lady , I was Prince Charming.
I ran after her to the cockpit. Victoria found a
pocket knife and held it against the pilot’s
throat.
“Don’t take another step, Biscuit.” She smiled.
“Unless you know how to fly this thing.”
I didn’t.
Fortunately, there was someone onboard who
did.
Unfortunately, that guy happened to sleeping
like a baby.
As much as he needed it, it was time to
interrupt Danny’s beauty sleep.
“What do you want, Victoria?” I asked her,
loudly.
She eyed the trap door. “You have a parachute
here, right?”
“Yes.”
“Go fetch, Biscuit.”
I glared at her, tossing her the backpack from
an overhead compartment.
“I am not your goddamn dog.”
“Bîtchy enough to be one though.” She caught
it midair, putting it on. “Now be a dear and
pull that lever too.”
I need more noise . I wondered which was the
best way to get her screaming.
Under you , a dark part of my mind suggested.
I had to roll my eyes. Granted, that was the
best option, but I very well couldn’t do that
right now.
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be pulling anything,
shortcake.” I lit up another cigarette.
“Pull the d–n lever,” She said, drawing blood
on the pilot’s neck. “Or the plane crashes and
we both die.”
“Not happening.”
She was getting annoyed. Goodie . “I don’t have
time for your games.”
“Oh, but I’ve got all day. What do you want to
play? How about some old fashioned
Monopoly?”
“You fücking idiot.” She lost her cool. “I swear
to God, I will kill this man. Then I’ll kill you.”
“You go ahead and do that, baby.”
She looked at me like I was insane.
“You soulless bästard!” She yelled. “Don’t you
have any regard for another person’s life-”
“FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, WOULD YOU TWO SHUT
UP?!”
Daniel came inside, his eyes groggy and his
expression murderous. I smiled. Now that we
have a pilot –
May the games begin.
I shot Victoria’s toe and as expected, she slit
the pilot’s throat. She swore and pulled the
lever herself.
A deafening blast of cold air sliced through, as
the trap door opened. Victoria was about to
jump off, when I grabbed her shoulders.
Right on cue, the autopilot stopped working
and the plane started plummeting. Daniel just
stood there, half asleep.
I couldn’t believe this guy.
“Yo, princess! We’re kinda falling to our doom
here!”
Danny snapped out of it and took the pilot’s
seat. He expertly handled the controls and the
plane was steady again. I closed the trapdoor,
my breathing heavy and labored.
“You owe me a thank you, shortcake.”
She was livid. “What the hell for?”
“For saving your life.”
“More like ruining my escape.”
I cocked my head. “Check the backpack.”
She opened the zip. Inside, there was a thick
grey cloth and metal sticks. She glared at me,
then at Daniel.
“Who. Keeps. A fücking. Tent . On an airplane?”
She yelled at him. “Parachutes. That’s what
sane people keep near an exit!”
We mutually ignored her for a moment.
A look passed between me and Danny. He
looked uncertain. “You have ten minutes left.
Are you sure?”
I nodded, understanding him. “You can handle
the plane, right?”
“Yeah.”
Danny glared at Victoria and continued their
conversation. “Sane people use a pocketknife
for cutting paper. You owe me a fücking pilot.”
“You hit me with a lamp. You owe me ten
million dollars.”
Victoria tried to punch him. I pinned her hands
and hauled her back to her seat.
“Feisty one, aren’t you?” I held her hands over
her head, reaching for the ropes.
“What’s with the knots? Were you a Cub Scout
or something?” She muttered. “Now handcuffs,
that would’ve been a challenge.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
She was blushing so much, I had to smile.
“Kinky much, shortcake?”
“Shut up .” She fumed. “And stop smiling. It’s-”
“Charming?” I suggested. “Irresistible? Turning
you on?”
“-Creepy.” She finished, shooting me daggers.
“Are you always this full of yourself?”
“Are you always such a bad liar?”
“Shut. Up.”
I gave the knots a final tug, satisfied. She’d get
out of them soon enough, but I had no other
option. I settled into the seat next to her.
“Now, how badly do you want to live, Miss
Victoria?”
She rolled her eyes. “I happen to like living
very much, Sir Biscuit.”
“Then, I suggest you don’t so much as touch
my friend again.” I looked her in the eyes,
dead serious. “Because you’re not worth two
cents to me, let alone ten million dollars. Next
time, I won’t think twice about cutting your soft
body into bite sized pieces and feeding them
to the fish. Are we clear?”
She swallowed. “Crystal.”
“Good girl.”
I thought for a minute, silently looking at her.
Despite everything, she didn’t seem like a bad
person. Just a terrified kid trying to make a
living.
And heaven knows, I had a soft spot for those.
I sighed, taking off my silver ring and slid it on
her finger.
“This is not a fücking Tiffany commercial.”
Victoria bit out. “Just because I might not kill
your precious friend, it does not mean we’re
getting engaged.”
“Honey, marrying you is probably my worst
nightmare.” I rolled my eyes, looking at my
watch. One minute left, according to Danny.
“Tell me, are you familiar with the International
Treaty of Cooperation?”
I didn’t hear her answer.
The plane shuddered violently, as a flash of
light filled the cabin. Outside the windows, the
scene changed from midnight to sunset and
there was a flash of white wings in the sky.
I smiled, taking a deep breath. Even the air
was different. D–n, I missed this.
“Welcome to Europe, flight 3906. We hope you
enjoy your stay in the United Kingdoms of
Vetresca. Human passengers are requested to
have an Immortal liege before landing, in
accordance with the ITC. Thank you for your
cooperation.”
Shortcake looked at me.
“You wouldn’t.”
I gave her my best smile, as the blood drained
from her face.
See, no human could set foot in Europe today
without burning to ashes. Unless they were
bonded to an Immortal by silver – obliged to
serve them and be under their absolute
control. We called it The International Treaty of
Cooperation.
It was a peace treaty signed between the
human world leaders and my kind after they
lost World War III, signing over the entire
continent to us Immortals.
Terrific way of saying “get on a leash or get off
our bloody land.”
“We’re almost home.” I leaned back, eyeing my
ring on her finger. “Welcome to Vetresca,
shortcake.”
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