Vacation Time - first night
Sep. 4th, 2015 07:00 pmIt had started out just fine.
The limo service had shown up on time and after loading Eric's bag of spare clothes and Pam's - well, he assumed she was just bringing clothes and makeup, not the furniture - they'd been taken to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport for their direct flight to KeflavĂk Airport.
It was an Anubis Flight and as such it was classy, spacious, and catering solely to vampires and their guests.
They'd spent the first hour or so rolling their eyes at a couple further down the aisle, who were busy cooing at each other. She was a vampire and quite a young one at that, he was human and a walking cliche, all tanned muscles and no brainpower to speak off.
And then everything veers off course. Literally.
The speakers clicks on.
"This is your captain speaking. Due to unforeseen events beyond our control, we will have to reroute and make a layover at JFK. "
Eric's eyebrows inches upwards.
"We apologize for the inconvenience. Anubis ground staff will assist you with further arrangements once we touch down." The door to the pantry opens and a line of young, healthy and attractive people files out. The flight staff had wisely decided to move dinner time till right now.
Eric watches them move past.
"I don't fucking believe it," he says. "We are not spending the night in New York."
And that's final.
This had better not be Authority related.
The limo service had shown up on time and after loading Eric's bag of spare clothes and Pam's - well, he assumed she was just bringing clothes and makeup, not the furniture - they'd been taken to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport for their direct flight to KeflavĂk Airport.
It was an Anubis Flight and as such it was classy, spacious, and catering solely to vampires and their guests.
They'd spent the first hour or so rolling their eyes at a couple further down the aisle, who were busy cooing at each other. She was a vampire and quite a young one at that, he was human and a walking cliche, all tanned muscles and no brainpower to speak off.
And then everything veers off course. Literally.
The speakers clicks on.
"This is your captain speaking. Due to unforeseen events beyond our control, we will have to reroute and make a layover at JFK. "
Eric's eyebrows inches upwards.
"We apologize for the inconvenience. Anubis ground staff will assist you with further arrangements once we touch down." The door to the pantry opens and a line of young, healthy and attractive people files out. The flight staff had wisely decided to move dinner time till right now.
Eric watches them move past.
"I don't fucking believe it," he says. "We are not spending the night in New York."
And that's final.
This had better not be Authority related.