Amor
❦❤❦❤❦❤❦❤❦❤
Here is the next installment of her adventure where she gets to meet new people (a whopping two members of the club). If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you include her in some of your posts. :) Thanks!
❦❤❦❤❦❤❦❤❦❤
Sipping at a cocktail, I peered out the jet window, admiring the night sky above. Sure, I may have looked underage, but, technically, I was immortal. I’d been around forever. Drinking laws didn’t apply.
Stars decorated the sky like lanterns, shining and gleaming. I guessed it was appropriate I loved this sky, seeing as I was a Diwata of stars and my father was the guardian of the nighttime. Even if I hadn’t been affiliated with this realm since the beginning of time, I would have been a fool not to adore the majesty provided on the midnight canvas.
Giving a meaningful look to the concierge standing nearby, I held up my empty glass. With a nod, he backed away, set off to do my bidding.
I really loved my life, I had to admit.
When he returned with my beverage, I dismissed him once more, flipping open my sketchpad and tapping a pencil delicately against my chin as I pondered what to design. Fashion was one of the things I always had time for, even during my precious night.
In the end of my desperation, I’d realized that, in my private jet, I had enough room to store all of my clothes. All 253 outfits of mine, plus accessories. I practically had an entire boutique in the cargo hold!
Finding inspiration in the starry sky, I began to draw a flowing, black gown with a cinched waist, the shoulders accentuated by bell-like sleeves that drifted to mid-calf. Glimmering stars decorated the hems of the dress, the fabric combining ebony and silver in a fabulous way.
By the time I finished shading, the Virginia airport was in sight, and, with a dreamy sigh, I downed my drink and packed my things in my purse. As if on cue, a familiar voice called over the intercom.
“Miss Amor, we will be landing within five minutes,” Gary’s voice crackled through, his faint, Southern U.S. accent bringing a smile to my face.
“Thank you, Gary!” I shouted, ignoring the available device that would have allowed me to communicate like a typical passenger. However, I was not a “typical passenger.” Why should I act like one?
After crossing my legs and gazing out the window for a few minutes, the wheels of the jet finally touched the smooth runway, and, without hesitation, I leapt to my feet, wobbling only for a moment on my heels, and snatched my purse, heading for the door. The concierge only shook his head, letting out a sigh.
The instant the doors opened, I raced out, running on the balls of my feet, until I made it into the waiting area.
I’d been anticipating the change with an indescribable excitement, but, when a dismal array of hideous blue chairs and sleep-deprived patrons where what met my eyes, I found myself disappointed.
What about the grand welcome? No red carpet? No party? Not even some champagne?
Rolling my eyes, I scanned the room, eying the few patrons in an attempt to find anyone who was trustworthy yet hiding something. Someone like myself.
I expected someone clad in expensive wear, but, when my eyes crossed over a young woman with denim shorts and a filthy tank top, I knew it had to be her. How awful.
As if she sensed my stare, her crimson gaze flashed upward from her cell phone, her eyes giving me a once over before she rose. Cracking her neck, she made her way over to me, planting her hands on her hips.
“I’m guessing you’re Amor?” she queried, a dull expression on her features. Dark shadows garnished the skin beneath her eyes, yet she seemed alert and bushy-tailed. Literally, too. While she tried to hide it, a few hairs peeked from the leg of her shorts.
“Why, of course. And what are you? A dog? Is your name Lassie?” I retorted, glancing pointedly at her exposed tail and drawing her attention to her carelessness as I crossed my arms daintily across my chest. Frantic, she maneuvered her appendage so it wasn’t completely obvious.
“I’m Akira. God, can’t you at least act a little inconspicuous?” she growled, grabbing my wrist.
“Hey!” How dare she touch me in such a primitive manner.
“Come on. Let’s get your things. Then we can talk.” Wrenching my hand from her grasp with little effort, I drew her eyes toward me as she attempted to tow me to baggage claim.
“You might have a slight problem with that,” I warned, making her roll her eyes.
“And why’s that? Did you bring a cow or something?”
“Why on earth would you think that?” I spat, furrowing my brows. “I simply meant that, judging by your poor, misguided fashion sense, you might be annoyed by my abundant wardrobe.” At this, she glanced down at her attire.
“‘Misguided?’” she demanded, lifting an eyebrow.
“No offense, dear, but that outfit is atrocious. I would gladly provide a more attractive, feminine garb for you to wear if you get me some materials.” She rolled her eyes once more.
“Oh joy. Another materialistic priss. Just what we need,” she retorted sarcastically.
“There’s someone else who adores fashion?” I squealed with glee, my lips tilting into a smile.
“Not exactly,” the woman stated. “She’s more into the whole seduction thing. And men. If you had any common sense, I’d recommend staying far away from her.” Massaging her temple, she began moving toward the baggage claim once more. “Hurry up, Amor. Let’s get your things. I want to go home already and sleep.”
“If you’d like, I can pack up my things in your car and mine while you rest in yours. I’ll even drive you home if you give me some directions. Then, I’ll have my pilot and concierge follow us home. I’d hate for you to wreck during the drive home.” She seemed genuinely surprised.
“That’s actually really considerate.” I didn’t pay attention to her words as I considered the possibilities.
“I mean, if my clothes were damaged...” I drifted off, shuddering at the thought. Slapping her palm to her forehead, she let out a groan.
“Whatever. Just... just shut up!” she ordered, her glare fiery. Shocked, I obeyed without another word. “Look, my car’s right out the main entrance, second parking space in the row closest to the door. You can’t miss it. I assume your car will be somewhere out there, too, once your plane is unloaded. Just pack up your things and the directions will be on a piece of paper on the dash. It’s not that hard. Don’t take too long. We have people waiting.”
With that, she waved a hand over her shoulder as she headed for the main entrance, shaking her head and muttering something I couldn’t make out. With a shrug, I strutted over to the claim, retrieving the first three of my nine designer suitcases. Designed by me, of course. Hoping for the best, I followed her instructions and loaded up the car.
After informing my employees of our directions, they rented a car with my cash and followed me to Akira’s home, Gary driving my precious vehicle. When the property came into sight, I felt my jaw drop. Having driven her car, I turned to her, shaking her shoulders in my excitement and jolting her awake.
“You didn’t tell me you lived in a mansion!” I cried, eyes wide as I drank it in. “This is what I call a house!”
“Glad you like it,” she grumbled, rubbing the back of her neck as she stifled a yawn. “Get your stuff. I’ll point you in the general direction of your room.”
“What? No valet? Don’t you have a bellboy? What kind of a place are you running?” I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows. Judging by the glare she turned on me, I’d already irritated Akira more than I should have.
“It’s a club, not a hotel,” she explained slowly, enunciating the words. “You can carry your own things, can’t you? Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Pursing my lips, I nodded, knowing that there was no point in arguing.
Once I’d bid my farewells to my workers, I followed Akira to the front door, flinching as she pounded the wood without relent. Within seconds, a tall man with gorgeous gold eyes and incredible scaled wings protruding from his bare back yanked the door open. At the moment, his eyes were narrowed in annoyance as they flickered between the two of us.
“Akira, what is the meaning of this?” he hissed, moving aside as she pushed past him. “You have a key. This is your house! Why do you insist on making such a fracas?” Taking the incentive to do so, I stepped inside, offering a smile to the dragon man. He only scowled in response.
“Guess I forgot my key,” Akira replied snarkily, flashing a sharp-toothed grin. “Besides, I love making you work. God knows you don’t do enough already.”
“I work harder than you,” he snarled, shutting the door behind me with an unexpected gentleness.
“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’d like to get out of the doorway and to get some sleep,” I cut in, drawing their stares to me.
“Oh, right. Lemme introduce you first. Griffin, Amor. Amor, Dragonboy,” Akira stated.
“Akira!” Griffin’s cry was furious.
“Sorry. Wyvern. Griffin the wyvern,” she corrected, rolling her eyes. She sure did that often. “Griffin, help get her luggage. There’s a lot. It’s outside. Bring it to the second fl—”
“You don’t happen to have a room on the top floor do you?” I questioned, hoping it was true.
“Uh... yeah. It has a skylight, too,” she confirmed. Perfect.
“Terrific! Griffin was it? Be a dear and bring my things to my room,” I instructed, straightening my spine. His eye twitched as he struggled not to argue, but, with a sigh, he complied, muttering under his breath as he reopened the door.
“You sure know how to work people,” Akira commented. “Look, your room is the... third one on the left if you take the stairs near the kitchen.” She gestured toward the room closest to us. “I’m going to bed. You should do the same.”
“And miss this night? Never!”
“Right. Whatever. Do whatever you want. I don’t really care. Just don’t disturb me. I won’t be held responsible for any fatal bites.” Though I found her words strange, her tone and stoic stare told me she was serious.
“But of course. I suppose I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Don’t count on it, Diva.” With that, she stormed away, grumbling and yawning. Jeesh. So far, no one was seeming very friendly. Why did I even come here?
Shrugging, I brushed away the negative thoughts. It’d be worth it in the end, I was certain.
As I climbed the stairs, admiring the architecture, I tried to ignore the pang of homesickness that plagued my heart and mind. It wasn’t just the luxury I missed. It was the culture, the people, the atmosphere of my country. It was unlike everything I’d ever known.
While I was intrigued, I hated the lack of positive interaction and adoration that had been so common back home. Even so, I figured I would give this place a chance. Maybe there was someone I could relate to.
In the least, I was sure there had to be someone who didn’t aggravate me to no end. Who knew? Maybe I could even make a friend.
Assuming, of course, that someone wasn’t completely oblivious to fashion. After all, I couldn’t give every person I met a new wardrobe. That would be utterly ridiculous.
❦❤❦❤❦❤❦❤❦❤
Yeah, so she's pretty much become a prima donna. Not sure if that's a good thing, but... I guess I'm going with it. XD I hope you liked her post! I'll try and write more soon.
