Free Immortality Stolen (The Mortal One Series Book 2) by Shannon Bell Page B

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    Chapter 9
     
    OLIVIER WAS ABLE to get us through check-in and security relatively quickly. Whether he used mind control or we just hit everything at the right time, I didn’t ask. Actually, I was doing everything I could not to talk to him until enough time passed from whatever the hell that was inside the taxi. We were carrying our bags onto the plane to avoid the hassle with collecting bags in Berlin so that we could go meet with Christoph and the necromancer who he had found.
    As we approached our departure gate, they called to begin boarding the plane. That allowed us to get on immediately to avoid small talk as we waited. We had first class seats, so I was thankful that we had the room and the privacy away from some of the other travelers.
    We took a seat and immediately, one of the flight attendants asked if she could get anything. Olivier ordered a glass of wine for me and declined anything for himself.
    “Thank you,” I said and started to look out the window.
    He placed his hand on my knee, causing me to look right at him. “You’re welcome.”
    I continued to stare at him. I didn’t want to create a scene on the plane by asking him to remove his hand. He knew I wouldn’t and it gave him power and entitlement. It was written across his face as clear as day. Please .
    He removed his hand.
    “I want to ask you some more questions about what we were talking about earlier.” Before he could change the topic or go to one of his preferred discussions from earlier, I clarified. “About the blood lines.”
    “Okay.”
    “What are the five blood lines? How do you know about them?”
    “Henri was very forthcoming with the information when I asked. He knew that I was a truth seeker and was happy to talk to me about them. He was the one that warned to stay clear of the Arctic blood line and that I probably wanted nothing to do with the Caribbean line as well.”
    Growing up in Florida, the Caribbean was too close to home for comfort. “What’s wrong with the Caribbean line?”
    “The vampires are created using a form of black magic. The voodoo reeks of death. It was originally used as a form of necromancy and when the black magic and witchcraft was combined, it created a vampire that was more like a zombie that could walk and talk, but did not act human in any capacity.”
    I shivered. “Yes, let’s stay away from that one.”
    He placed his hand on my arm. “They are very rare. It has been said that the original within the Imperial Five is the last of his kind. The witches that knew how to do those spells are long gone and there is no written record of how to perform them.”
    “You know a lot about these things.”
    “I have done a considerable amount of research. You are not ignorant to them, either.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You have taken courses on vampire origins.”
    How the hell did he know about these things? “Yes, but they were just belief systems from different cultures.”
    “You know as well as I do that most myths are based on truth. There is more truth in what you read than you may have thought. I have read the same texts as you. Believe me, they are very accurate.”
    “So you said you don’t want the Arctic or the Caribbean blood lines. What ones do you have and what one are you still after?”
    He smiled and patted my hand. “I was wondering when you were going to ask about that. I have the Western European bloodline in me. That is the one that made me a vampire. The Asian bloodline was collected with the help of the zombies the second time around. It is now the Celtic that I would like to obtain, but that’s going to have to wait, for obvious reasons.”
    The flight attendants made a few announcements and we started to move down the runway. I held onto the arms of my chair a little tighter as the plane started to shake in anticipation of the ascent. This was always the worst part of the flight for me.
    “Are you okay?” Olivier