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The long, drawn out process of actaully getting on the plane, hadn't been quite as terrible as the ride. At least, that's what seemed to be scribbled into every square inch of Caesarion's face as the toddler behind him rammed her small, pudgy feet into his chair. She emmited a high pitched giggle as he attempted to readjust his position, before lying back down. With a well aimed kick she managed to send the head cushion ramming into the back of his skull.

Knotrium couldn't help but smirk as she turned to address Edmund. He was awake now, thumbing through a book with his knees pulled to his chest. Large noise canceling headphones encircled his ears, feeding whatever weird mix of wrap music made up Edmund's playlist into his head. Knotrium smoothed his hair, causing him to look up and flash an expression that almost came close to a smile. He didn't like where they were going, and who could blame him? She bit one of the chocolate bars purchased in the duty free shop before glancing over at Meallán and Kukipici sprawled out in the right-most row. Both boys watched the same movie, Meallán's head on the other's shoulder.

She turned the other way to check in with Sergio, situated directly in between Alexei and the isle. He stood up and paced slightly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Planes made him nervous, more so than any of the other boys. Sergio stepped past the other thralls, and towards the front of the plane. In his mind, he whispered something to Knotrium about getting water, but she knew he liked to be moving.

Last on the scanning list were Gavriil and Caesarion. It didn't look like they were fairing so well. Gavriil looked slightly pale, but better than he could have. Knotrium's bite marks had completely faded from his wrist, healed by the same magic that had fixed Alexei's bleeding. Healing was complicated. Each sip of blood she drank from Gavriil's living, breathing body correlated to a little burst of healing power. Despite herself, Knotrium scanned the faces nearby. Other vampires sought out the blood of people like Gavriil like msot people look for money or blood. Gavriil stared at the screen embedded on the seat in front of him and ran his fingers through his hair. The sharp, metallic gold shone even under the dull plane lights. In the sunlight, it practically set his entire head aglow. As beautiful as it was, the color practically spelled a death sentance for humans. If only dye would stick.

Gavriil turned, like he could feel Knotrium's eyes on the back of his neck. "You know I hate it too." He whispered to her mind.

"Shiiiiiiit." Knotrium thought back. "I keep forgeting that my telepathy kicks up a knotch when I'm tired."

He smiled a thin, sad slit, and moved Caesarion's bag from under his feet.

"Gavriil, I swear if you so much as touch my stuff again, I am going to force you to switch seats with me." The golden haired boy stared with narrowed eyes at his friend, then at the little girl in the seat behind him. The girl gave him a smile of absolute innocence, the small flower barrettes on her head shining with the light filtering through the curtains, before ramming her feet as hard as possible into his seat, launching him so far forward that if it weren't for the seatbelt he would have collapsed on the floor. Gavrill couldn't help but give a little snort, earning him a glare from Caesarion.

"I hate flying economy. Why are we doing this again?" He asked Knotrium.

"Low profile, Caesarion." Gavriil leaned over and whispered.

I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Mr. Love-at-First-Bite." Caesarion huffed.

Color slowly crept up Gavriil's cheeks as he glanced at Knotrium and then kept his head facing down at the ground. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do-" Again, Caesarion was interrupted by the seat kicker; it was at this moment that something in his eyes snapped, as if he were a ancient vase that had been dropped one too many times. Knotrium began to make her way out of the seat, reaching for the boy; she was a little too late.

"I SWEAR TO MY HANDSOME FACE, IF YOU KICK MY CHAIR ONE MORE FUCKING TIME I AM GOING TO FUCKING END YOU, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. I DARE YOU, ONE MORE-" Knotrium's hand successfully cacooned over his mouth, stopping the flow of air. From other's perspectives, it would seem as if she was being careful, but in reality she was suffocating the boy.

In the real world, it seemed like Knotrium was apologizing to the family and carefully leading Caesarion to a different seat. But thanks to Meallán's blood gift, her inner voice was diving into the other boy's mind.

"Caesarion." She pressed. "I know that something's wrong."

He glared at her as she thrust him into her former seat next to Edmund. "Nothings wrong! God, Knotrium, you own enough of my life as it is."

"Fine." She replied, still fixing him with a cold stare. "But don't pretend that you're alright. I'm not stupid enough to live with you for thousands of years and not be able to read your face like a book." It was Knotrium's turn to snap now. Putting her hands to her temples, she set off down the isle, no particular direction in mind.

She stopped walking by the bathrooms, resting her back against the plastic that made up the outside of the cubicle. Closing her eyes, she let out a breath of exhaustion. Caesarion was always a puzzle. One day he'd be fine, then the next, who knew? Guilt began to swim un her spine. If she'd just left him alone, he might not have been like this. This time, she was careful to raise barriers around her thoughts so that none of her thralls would detect the inner workings of her mind. She should have listened to herself in the council room and left him well alone. Then none of this would have happened. Maybe she would have even joined forces with her brother and not be on the run all the time. She snorted. That would never actually happen. He had the most abrasive personality she'd dealt with. Ever. And that was saying a lot, as Ancient Rome and The Medieval Courts were filled with a boatload of self worshiping assholes.

Two girls rushed past her, brushing up against her legs. The skin that touched her only for the briefest of seconds was freezing. Too cold to be human. A small shriek sounded. Knotrium opened her eyes. The girls had stopped running, their unnatural speed landing them across the plane to the other section of restrooms. One held the other too the wall, hand closed around the throat the other. The redhead, a child of about seven who looked like she could have been related to Meallán if his family wasn't dead, shot Knotrium a pleading look as the young vampire squeezed the life from her throat. Even with her speed, Knotrium could not reach then in time to stop the brown haired girl from sinking her teeth into the wrist of the other. The fingers of the children connected just seconds before Knotrium heaved the fledgling of of her prey. By then, the thrall bond had already been formed.