Forever and Always

162 Pages·2011·0.56 MB·English

by  Night H T

Forever and Always
(Vampire Love Story #3)
by
H.T. Night

Acclaim for H.T. Night:
“H.T. Night is a riveting storyteller, capturing the essence of the vampire
genre.”
—April M. Reign, author of I.O.U. and Dividing Destiny
“Vampire Love Story is a passionate story that is told from a refreshing
perspective. “
—Summer Lee, author of Kindred Spirits and Shenanigans
"A hip and timely vampire novel filled with real characters and some of the
coolest vampires since The Lost Boys! You're going to love Night's completely
original take on the supernatural."
—J.R. Rain, author of Moon Dance and The Body Departed
“Night tells story from a funny original perspective that keeps you on the edge of
your seat.”
—Elaine Babich, author Relatively Normal and You Never Called Me Princess
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Dedication
I dedicate this to Pablo Lopez, a best friend for life.
Acknowledgment
Special thanks to J.R. Rain, Margaret Cervenkas, April M. Reign, Liz Jones and
Sandy Johnston for all their help.
Chapter One
I walked onto the airplane without a single bag in my hand. It was going to be an
eleven hour, nonstop flight to London. I will then catch a connecting flight to
Romania from London’s Heathrow Airport. I have never been out of the country
before, and a part of me was nervous about spending a lot of hours on an
airplane. Also, I wasn’t sure how I was going to deal with the whole sunlight
predicament. I might have to spend a lot of time in the bathroom.
As I walked down the aisle, I couldn’t help but notice that the plane was
unusually empty—especially towards the back. The first eight rows were
jammed packed with passengers. But there wasn’t a single person in the last ten
rows. That was weird, really weird.
My seat was M-3 and it was near the back of the plane. So that would mean I
was going to be sitting all alone in an enormous airplane for eleven straight
hours. I wasn’t a huge social butterfly, but I still needed some kind of human
interaction.
As I walked past the crammed passengers at the front of the plane, it was
apparent that all eyes were on me. Each face I looked at seemed to be asking,
‘who is the guy going solo to the back’?
The expression on my face must have read that I was equally as surprised as the
rest of them. As I got further down the aisle, I realized I wasn't the only person.
A matter of fact, there was a woman in her mid-twenties in my row. Was I
early? I could have sworn I was late boarding the plane.
I stepped inside the narrow seating area and luckily there was an empty seat
separating us. I pulled my legs in so the young lady and I wouldn’t bump knees.
I looked down as I stepped in front of her to get to my seat. She never once
looked up at me. Apparently, she wasn’t too happy that I was in her precious
little row.
Too bad for her.
I sat in my seat and tried to get comfortable. It didn’t matter that I was only one
of two people in the back of the plane; I was still having a horrible time trying to
get comfy in these ridiculously narrow rows. I adjusted my seat and centered
myself in a way that would give me the most leg room. Finally, I was in the
perfect position for maximum comfort.
“Excuse me, sir?” a dark haired stewardess said. “Would you like anything?”
“Like what?” I asked, surprised.
“Something to drink,” she said, giving me a pleasant smile.
“Already? Don't you wait an hour or so before we leave?”
The stewardess stared blankly at me. Apparently she didn’t like random
questions.
“Come back in an hour and I'll let you know if I get thirsty.” I looked at the
woman sitting next to me and I expected some kind of reaction out of her, but
there was nothing. She seemed incredibly uninterested, almost bitchy in her
demeanor.
The stewardess left. I looked around and noticed there was a movie screen on the
back of the seat directly in front of me. It had headphones connected to it. Thank
God. I could at least watch some movies and play Tetris.
A male stewardess stood in front of us and said his thing on safety and I decided
to lay back and enjoy the night. I was covered up with clothing pretty good
considering I had no idea when the sun would be coming up and peaking
through the windows. I was wearing long jeans with Doc Marten boots. I had a
black t-shirt on underneath a black leather jacket. It was a lot of clothes for a
summer evening, but there was really nothing I could do about it. I licked the
inside of my teeth and could feel my incisors pointed out with my tongue. I
hadn’t had a need yet to feed on blood, but I knew that would only be a matter of
time.
The stewardess came by again and I stopped her. “Actually I would like a small
blanket if you have one?”
“A small one? We have large ones big enough for a boy as big as you,” she said,
trying to be cute.
“Actually, I’ll take a child size if you have it?”
The stewardess gave me a strange look and said, “I’ll see what I can find.”
I wanted a small blanket so I could put it over my head when the sun came out.
The Stewardess didn’t know why I needed it.
Next time I should just say, Look I’m a vampire and the sun fries my skin. Could
you be a dear and get me a miniature blanket, so I don’t have the urge to turn
into a damn eagle and peck your face off.
I knew if I had to I would just hit the lavatory and sit in there as long as I needed
to. I took a late flight so I wouldn't be worrying about that till much later.
“It's crazy, huh?”
Did the woman speak to me or was she talking to herself?
I looked at the woman beside me and our eyes met. She had blonde hair and
amazing blue eyes that were the color of the sea. She was wearing a light blue
blouse with white legging stretch pants. Her hair was shoulder length and she
definitely had a pretty face.
“I'm sorry, did you say something?” I asked.
She smiled pleasantly at me. “I said that it's crazy we’re the only two back here.”
“I know. What's the deal with that?”
“Apparently some hot shot billionaire bought the seats for his entourage and
never showed up.”
“Wow that is crazy.” Thank God she was talking to me; I couldn't imagine
eleven hours next to some snooty chick with an attitude. “My name is Josiah.” I
made a handshake gesture toward her. She shook my hand the way petite girls
do. You know that thing they do that’s more of a ‘limp hand wiggle’ than an
actual handshake.
“My name is Helen.”
“I wouldn't peg you for a Helen,” I said.
“Really? What name do I look like?”
I looked at her closely and said, “You look more like a Heather or a Nicole.”
“No, I'm a Helen. I was named after my grandma.” She smiled at me again, and
this time she had the spark in her eyes that girls get when they’re interested in
you. “Josiah? That's an unusual name.”
“I had unusual parents,” I said, laughing.
“Had?”
“Yeah, they passed away a couple years back.”
“I'm sorry to hear that.”
“Those are the breaks,” I said, trying to sound positive.
“Crappy break.”
I paused and looked at her. She seemed very genuine. For a brief moment, I
forgot about Lena. Lena was the girl that had turned my life upside down. Before
her, I didn't believe in vampires, werewolves, or anything supernatural. Now, not
only did I believe in it, I was thrown in the middle of all of it.
For a brief second, I forgot that I had almost been killed multiple times because
of my association with her. Well, the last few times weren't her fault. It had more
to do with the fact that I am a vampire.
“Are you going to London?” I asked.
“That's what the flight says,” she said, winking at me.
“Are you connecting to another flight from London?” I clarified.
“No, I’m doing some business in London.”
“What business are you in?”
“What are you? A cop?”
I laughed. “No, I was just asking.”
“I'm kidding, Jo-Jo. Lighten up. I'm in the music business. I'm a producer for a
small label.”
“Jo-Jo? I'm not sure you know me well enough to call me Jo-Jo,” I said,
jokingly.
“Do you prefer Josie?”
“How about Josiah?”
“So we're not at the cute nickname phase in our relationship yet?” she asked.
“Is that what this is – a relationship?”
“There is definitely potential.”
“Oh, is there?” I said laughing.
Who the hell is this woman? She’s hilarious!
She turned her body and got comfortable. Her head was looking in my direction.
“If you don't mind, I'm going to take a nap. But feel free to spoon with me if you
like.”
I just looked at her with a big, goofy grin. She was something else. She leaned
her chair back and put her ear plugs in her ears and was out like a light.
I, on the other hand, had just been smacked over the head by flirt-girl 2000. I
decided to take her lead and close my eyes too. It was nice to relax.
I thought about what I was about to embark on. I was heading to Dracula’s
Castle in Transylvania to meet some mystery blue gnome from a vision I had.
You know your typical vacation getaway.
I had been having a lot of visions as of late. Visions were new to me and I wasn't