Flying first class

The limo pulls up to a small jet sitting on a quiet tarmac at a small regional airport. They had driven mostly in silence, occasionally punctuated by Jenna's questions. Jenna asked about how many vampires would be at Dracula's castle. She asked if the humans will taste different "over there". Jenna asked for more details of Elizabeth's history with Dracula (or Vlad as Elizabeth called him), but Elizabeth was not forthcoming. Jessica was silent, stewing over Jenna's carefree blood lust. How will I reign her in Jessica wondered.

The vampiresses exit the limo. Elizabeth hands Jessica the wooden box, and kisses the sisters. A brunette human with stunning green eyes descends the stairs from the jet and waves.

"The plane will have everything that you need. Vanessa, my most trusted servant, will accompany you" Elizabeth says, gesturing at the woman on the stairs. "Do not drain her, she is quite valuable to me. Remember, I want weekly updates on the situation at the castle. You are not to sleep with Vlad". Elizabeth sighs, her eyes getting misty. Is this some kind of maternal instinct? Jessica thinks in astonishment.

"You should get on your way ladies. I'll see you again soon enough" Elizabeth says cryptically. She kisses the sisters once more, pulling them into a three way kiss on the tarmac. Just as abruptly, she turns and goes back into the limo, driving away.

The sisters turn towards the jet and walk towards the stairs, Jessica clutching the box.

"Hi, I'm Vanessa" the human says, "I'll accompany you on your journey. We've prepared the jet, let me show you" Vanessa says excitedly. The vampiresses follow Vanessa into the cabin.

The first thing that Jessica notices is that there are no windows on the inside. There are four plush leather seats, two to a row, the rows facing each other. I had to die and rise to finally fly first class Jessica chuckles internally.

Behind the seats is a large bed. Behind the bed....Jessica feels a twinge of both excitement and revulsion. Behind the bed is a large iron cage. Inside the cage are six naked women, gagged, blindfolded, and chained.

"Are they... For us?" Jenna says excitedly.

"Of course. Vanessa wanted you to have one last feast on American blood." Vanessa answers. She doesn't seem enthralled. How can she be so casual about this? Jessica wonders.

"Please take your seats, we'll be taking off shortly. Flight time to Bucharest is nine hours thirty-seven minutes. Thank you." The pilot says over the intercom. The sisters sit down in the spacious leather chairs.

Vanessa takes two champagne flutes from a cabinet, and approaches the cage. She yanks one of the girl's arm's through the bars, and Jessica notices what looks like the end of an IV in her wrist. Vanessa turns something on the end of the tube, and blood flows into the champagne glass. Vanessa fills both glasses, and hands them to the sisters. Jenna downs hers in one gulp, while Jessica sits curled on he chair, sipping slowly.

"Once we get to cruising altitude, Mistresses, you can feed" Vanessa says casually. Jenna grins, her teeth sparkling in the light.

"Vanessa, what can you tell us about Dracula?" Jessica asks, hoping that Vanessa will be more informative than Elizabeth.

"I really don't know much. Just that Elizabeth turned him in the 16th century, but he was already old by that point. I know that they had a falling out, but don't know any details" Vanessa answers, not making eye contact with Jessica. She knows more than she's letting on Jessica thinks.

Vanessa looks up and abruptly changes the subject: "Mistresses, have you been to Europe before?"

"No... But I'm really looking forward to it!" Jenna squeals. "I can't believe I am going to party with Count Dracula!" Jessica rolls her eyes at her sister. I wish we knew more going into this Jessica laments to herself, I don't know why I agreed to this. What if he's worse than Elizabeth? She worries.

"This plane is unreal. I wish we could just fly from city to city, like the cosmopolitan jet-setters that we are, feeding on new, exotic, humans every night. Breakfast in Brussels, dinner in Dubai" Jenna laughs, taking on the affectation of a well to do lady. Jessica smiles weakly. I'm glad she's at least enjoying herself, and that she doesn't hate me Jessica thinks.

Vanessa laughs. "I think the Count's castle will provide plenty of... stimulation" Vanessa says.