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“He’s fine,” Gerard replied. “Just weakened. I don’t want any resistance. He doesn't need to reveal all our secrets to you.” He pointed the weapon at Calla. “Now, keep your mouth shut or I’ll shut it for you.” He held up a roll of duct tape and looked at Calla pointedly.
“I won’t fight,” she said and leaned back in her seat.
Finally, I felt the vehicle move. It left the building and we drove to a long strip of pavement before rolling with increasing speed until I felt the airplane lift off softly, rising up into the night sky. I watched out the window beside me and wondered if I’d survive the flight.
Calla
Just over two hours later, we arrived at the small private airport outside of Denver. The guards moved us to a larger jet, and we were separated by several rows of seats so we couldn’t talk to each other. This flight took hours – I had no way of knowing how long, but I knew that the trip from Denver to Montreal had to take at least five hours, depending on the route we took and how many times we stopped.
When it started to get light, Gerard threw a hood over Kier’s head and roughly pushed him down. The blinds on the windows were all closed so no light could get in. I sat two rows behind Kier, and as much as I wanted to check on him to see how he was, I couldn't, not wanting to anger the guards or Gerard.
Before we landed, after a stop in some unknown airport along the route, hours had passed and I needed to use the bathroom terribly.
"Can I use the restroom?" I asked Gerard when he passed, on his way to check on Kier.
Gerard frowned, but nodded, admitting me to the washroom, cutting the ties that bound my wrists. I took a quick pee and then stared at my face in the mirror as I washed my hands. I looked a mess, my eyes bloodshot, my hair a mess, a bruise on my cheek.
"Thank you," I said when I left the toilet.
He said nothing, and fastened fresh zip ties around my wrists once more.
I went back to my seat, glancing at Kier on my way past.
"Are you okay?" I whispered.
He didn’t answer but I saw his head move up and down briefly.
"Go back to your seat," Gerard said, his voice gruff.
I did, resigned to being unable to do anything but comply.
We landed at a small airport somewhere outside of Montreal. The plane taxied into a hanger and once we were fully inside and the hangar doors closed, the guards hauled Kier off the plane. Chelsea and I followed, walking beside each other.
She met my eyes and gave me a smile. "Are you okay?" she whispered.
"No talking," a guard said and shoved Chelsea.
We said nothing more after that.
The three of us were loaded into a limousine with darkened windows. Kier was thrown in and sprawled on the seat, while Chelsea and I sat across from him on the bench seat facing him.
He still had his hood on, his arms zip-tied behind his back. Blood stained his shirt and jacket.
We drove in silence through the streets. Dawn had just come and I was able to watch the city as we drove through it. There appeared to be two parts: one modern, with new buildings and roads like you'd see in any city in North America and a second city, this one old, with cobblestone streets and old gothic buildings.
We finally arrived at a huge mansion in the hills, surrounded by thick trees and high wrought iron fences with barbed wire and security cameras. We stopped at a gate, and then when the gate opened, we drove through to the front entrance of the huge house.
Red brick, Victorian style, with quaint shuttered windows, it was impressive. The guards picked Kier up roughly and dragged him up the stairs to the entryway and through huge double doors. There was a huge vaulted ceiling in the entryway, marble floors and a wide staircase leading to the second floor. It was just about the biggest house I had ever been in. We were greeted by another thuggish-looking vampire who spoke to the others, and then glanced at me.
“Who the fuck is she?”
“His pet,” Gerard said. “She’s marked. By all rights, I had to bring her along.”
“The Master didn’t say Kier had a pet.”
“Rules are rules,” Gerard said with a shrug. "He was the prince."
"Not anymore."
