SilverTrees

Weariness had begun to finally set in as I had had no rest since I left the apartment in the morning. Apparently, I wasn't the only one that felt that way as almost everybody had already curled up themselves beneath the blankets provided for us.

I looked out through the window. It was dark.

I closed my eyes to sleep.

Something bad is about to happen.

I couldn't sleep. I felt the strong premonition form a voice in my belly. It was so loud I had to check beside me to see if the old man snoring gently had heard it too.

I tried shutting my eyes tighter; counting sheep; nothing.

I decided to go ease myself.

Gently, I unbuckled my seatbelt, careful not to wake the Baba beside me. I stood, dusted the food crumbs that had been on my clothes, and walked towards the lavatory.

SOMETHING IS TERRIBLY AMISS!

The voice was so loud, I could taste bile in my throat. The plane galloped a little as I stood there at the door. It was shut. There was someone inside and I had to wait. And wait. I didn't know people did enjoy the smell of their shit.

I waited.

After what seemed like eons, I knocked. There was a little rumbling from inside. Probably, the shit addict had overdosed on the ghastly smell and had passed out, only to have me wake him up.

A flush.

I stood upright, a frown on my face. I wanted to make it known as my opinion that some fetishes should rather be kept at home. I straightened my shirt, and crossed my arms. I was prepared.

The door opened.

I felt a chill run down my spine as a tall and dark stranger walked out of the restroom. His hair was brown and curled- dark brown and curled- but ruffled. He wore a black flowing coat. I was not gay, and yet, I had goosebumps on my arms. I felt this intense feeling of dread, as if it was against him my premonition had warned.

I opened the door to go in when another person came out. She had a scarf tired around her neck, as she averted her eyes.

"Your spells should be as effective as the taste of your blood. Why isn't he asleep?", the tall and dark stranger, clad in an aura of darkness, asked as he turned around to face her. And I.

"It is hard to maintain a spell of that magnitude when your life force is being gobbled up.", she retorted. Her eyes were lit up with such flare, one could make out the shape of flames in them.

"Careful with your tongue, France-lyse. You know you cannot win me."

She sighed, and her spirit deflated like a balloon letting out stored up air. She turned to walk past me as the tall and dark stranger moved on to his seat, tightening the scarf around her neck. Her fingers brushed me, and she stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes widened, and she turned to look at me.

"A Seer.". Her face lit up as if that were some kind of good news.

I, who had been standing there a fixed for a long time, just shoke my head, muttered some words that sounded like, "excuse me", and went into the lavatory. I shut the door behind me, and sat down, replaying all that had just happened. Who were those people? What did that girl call me? A Seer? What did that me?

I was a Christian (or I liked to think of myself as such). At least I went to church, and I prayed. I knew it was possible to manipulate people and nature via the practice of witchcraft, but the tall and dark stranger did not strike me as a witch.

He had mentioned blood. Blood?

A vampire?

No. That could not be possible. Vampires are creatures in fantasy stories for teenagers and horny adults.

But the other one. The girl. Could she have been a witch? She did mention something about a spell. Did she put everyone to sleep?

What was happening?

I ran my hands through my hair and bent down my head, the weariness finally catching up with me.

A Seer?

I closed my eyes...