The air felt frigid as they stepped onto the Moscow Airport tarmac. The large coats they hand bundled up in, courtesy of Angel, offered some protection against the icy air. She had made sure they traveled in style while keeping them stylish.
Madeleine had gotten a sleek green dress that hugged her body tightly with its velvet fabric and offered extra warmth. On top of that she wore a large brown suede coat that went to just above her knees and had bushy fur adorning the upper and lower rim.
Dee was back in black leather, a long leather coat that had been designed by some Italian person she couldn’t remember the name of. Underneath the coat she wore a deep red dress that was diagonally cut at the bottom.
The fashion seemed unnecessary to them and Dee had been against the changes until Angel reminded them both how fickle the Vampires could be. They were all about appearances. The reason for taking the jetliner was a different story.
Madeleine and Dee hadn’t had the energy left to teleport around on a whim like that. So they’d take a jet that Angel had lent them. Angel’s very own private X-33 supersonic jetliner, the X-33 had once been considered the next in line for commercial travel and even space travel—but it was replaced by cheaper and more efficient means. Angel had invested her money in purchasing one for herself, as had other large organizations.
The plane was capable of mach thirteen flight, next to teleportation it was the fastest way to Moscow.
Dee stepped out in front of Madeleine and pulled her sunglass up onto the top of her head in disbelief of how the people reacted. The Moscow airport workers seemed to be in awe of the plane or maybe it was of them. Whatever it had been, the workers froze just staring.
The limousine that Angel had called ahead to make sure would be there for them was sitting a few yards from the plane. The two of them made their way to the car where a driver silhouetted against the Moscow skyline waited next to the door.
“I can’t believe Angel just gave us these beautiful clothes,” Madeleine said.
“The bitch is rich as Hell, what do you expect,” Dee said.
“You really dislike her, huh?”
“Don’t get me started, Maddie,” she paused and stared at Madeleine, “If Brian could see you now he’d jump your bones for sure.”
Madeleine sped up to catch up to her, “Do you have to be so nasty all of the time?”
“That guy was into you—and let’s face it, we look hotter now than we did three and a half hours ago,” Dee said. “He would have needed a cold shower if you’d walked in that club like this.”
“There’s something seriously wrong with you, but just to indulge your sick little mind, let’s stand in front of that big—jet thing and take a photo,” Madeleine said as she dug her phone out of her coat and ran over to the limo driver, “Sir, could you snap this photo for us?”
He nodded and took the phone as they got posed in front of the X-33; Dee dipped her hands into her pockets and gazed up as the first little bits of snow fell. Madeleine reached back into her curls, just behind her ear and pulled her fingers part of the way through. In that moment he snapped the picture.
“You look like the models,” the man said with a thick Russian accent.
Madeleine smiled as she retrieved her camera, “Thank you.”
Dee followed her over to the car as the snow increased in intensity some. The driver went back around as they got in and the door was shut. As Madeleine checked the picture in her phone Dee asked, “Are you going to send it to him?”
“That was the plan, right?”
“Don’t send it like that,” she said as the car was started, “Write something snazzy on there to catch his eye.”
“Something like what?” asked Madeleine.
Dee snatched the phone away, “Let me see that,” she plucked the stylus out of the side of the phone and started to poke around and write. After a moment she held the phone up, “See there!”
The message read, “From Russia with love.”
Before Madeleine could protest she sent it.
“Hey, what the Hell did you send it for?” asked Madeleine.
“Because you need to lighten up and take a chance once in a while, he’ll love it.”
“No, he’ll wonder why I’m in Russia more than likely,” Madeleine said, “I’m not doing this with you, so just don’t start.”
Dee turned away and leaned down on her hand, “Sorry for trying to help you out,” her tone was dripping with sarcasm, “I just thought that with your only choices for a date having ever been a different combination of fingers you’d welcome the chance to reel in a man for once.”
Madeleine narrowed her eyes, “We can’t all be as slutty as you.”
Dee folded her arm indignantly and scrunched up her face, “Nice to see what you really think.”
There was a short pause, Madeleine glanced over at Dee. She reached over slowly and touched her arm, “Hey look…”
“Stop it,” Dee said as she nudged her off.
Glaring down at her lap Madeleine fumbled with her phone. She opened the phone and moved through the menu back to the picture that Dee had just sent to Brian. A smile spread across her face and she opened the picture into a text and sent the picture off to Brandon.
She shut the phone, “Do you think Brandon would like to see you in this picture?” she asked.
Dee looked over wide eyed and suddenly ran her hand back through her hair in a fit of nervousness, “Maybe…I don’t know.”
“I just sent it to him,” Madeleine said finally.
In a rush Dee lunged across the seat towards Madeleine, “Oh my God! You didn’t!” she screamed excited, “You have to tell me if he replies!”
Madeleine giggled lightly pushed her back in a playful manner, “Alright, I will—just don’t crush me with your boobs!”
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