Bulletproof

I was laying on my bed stroking the obsidian fur of my grouchy tom cat later that morning when Bam came in grinning wildly and threw a suit case on the floor next to me demanding I pack some shit.

"Where are we going?" I asked running my hand through my hair. Wasn't the birthday girl supposed to decide what she did on her eighteenth birthday?
"Ha! Consider it the best birthday gift you'll ever get," he replied cheekily and for a moment the remnants of my nightmare creeped into my mind.
"Happy birthday Wynter!" Dunn called out walking past with a suitcase like my own.
Sighing, I got up knowing it would be worth it more than likely and it would be best to cooperate, so I began packing.

*two hours later*

"Everyone in the limo! Come on fuckers! We've got a schedule to keep!" Bam yelled just as I was coming down the stairs.
"Luggage my lady?" Dico said taking my bags and smiling like an idiot.
"You are such a fucking wierdo," I laughed as he walked out the big double doors shaking his butt.
"And you're of age," Novak said coming up behind me and hugging me.
Instinctually, I shuddered but then smiled.
"You’ll always be my favorite pedophile!" I shouted and wriggling away.
"You know you want me baby!" he grinned trying to tickle me.
"Rape! Rape!" I yelled as hard as I could, giggling. All of a sudden, I was in a super good mood.
"It's only rape if you don’t yell surprise!" he yelled in return chasing me outside into the bright sunlight. It was a beautiful November day. The leaves were just beginning to change and the weather had cooled just enough that I made a habit of carrying my leather jacket with me.
"Okay you can play rape when we get to our destination, we gotta go!" Bam said with annoyance clear in his tone.

Laughing, we hopped in the limo once more off to whatever Bam had planned.

About an hour later we ended up at the airport. We boarded the plane and took our seats all the while I pestered Bam to tell me where we were going. Not even Novak would tell me even after I promised a lap dance, claiming "Bam would without a doubt smash his nuts with a sludge hammer." So, I was stuck sitting in my seat with my iPod pouting.

Four hours later the stewardess' voice came on the intercom.
"We will be landing in Helsinki in five minutes. Me tullaan lasku Helsingissä viidessä minuutissa.”
I looked to Bam in disbelief while he grinned like the Cheshire Cat. He took me half way around the world for my birthday! This birthday just got a bit better! But Ville was on tour…
"Bam you are surely the most amazing guy in the history of the universe!" I yelled throwing myself at him to embrace him in a bear hug.
"Yeah I know," he laughed as we left the plane only to be blasted by the freezing Finland wind.
"Shit hurry up let's get inside!" Rake shouted over the blistering weather and we all kindly and quickly obliged.
Shivering violently, we stepped into the enormous airport.
"Wynter would you come to the bathroom with me?" Missy asked wrapping her coat around herself tighter.
"Of course," I answered following her.
"Too bad Ville is on tour," she said as she washed her hands.
"Trust me I know," I said from where I sat on the long white sink. We weren’t dating. He had made it abundantly clear he had developed feelings but wouldn’t be accused of statutory rape. But he made it a priority to call and text me as often as he could. It was difficult with the time differences though.
"We can have fun without him, there’s plenty of things to do here," she said assuring, and we walked out.

Now you think I would know better, but I was texting and walking when I literally ran into someone and fell on my ass.

"Shit! Oh, I am so sorry!" I apologized only to look up into a very amused pair of brown eyes.
"You must be the birthday girl," a heavily accented man with long black hair said with a chuckle.
'"Um yeah that would be me," I answered the stranger, confused.
"Well my beautiful little friend I am Jyrki Linnankivi, head Helsinki vampire and undoubtedly at your service," he smiled and helped me up before taking a bow.
"And I am the almighty Jussi Sixty-Nine my fair neito," another much taller man with dark spikey hair said, coming up behind him and grabbing my hand before kissing it while I blushed.
"Pleased to meet you both," I smiled shyly. I swear, all the perfect men are in Finland!
"The pleasure is all ours I'm sure Miss Margera," Jyrki grinned, "And a most wonderful birthday to you."
"Thanks," I laughed looking away since they were both staring at me.
"Such a fair little lady," Jussi pointed out getting close. "Are you sure you aren’t from here?"
"Quite sure," I laughed while looking at my shoes.
"I see you've already met Jussi and Jyrki," Bam said coming over to us with everyone else in tow.
"Oh but we've just began to get to know each other," Jussi said slyly before giving me another good look.
"Why didn't you tell us you were related to someone so enchanting Bam Bam?" Jyrki winking at me.
"Um, ew dude. Cousin remember?" he said which an obvious 'blech' face.
"Mmm… far from ew I assure you," Jyrki answered inching closer.
"Back off dude she's taken," Novak said grinning and slung his arm over my shoulder. Both men immediately had looks of pure disgust on their faces and took a step back.
"Novak you perv get off me," I said and hit him in the ribs with my elbow and he released me.
"American men have no class," Jussi said laughing.
"Not like us Fins my lady," Jyrki smirked reaching out a hand to move a piece of my hair out of my face.
"I was given a VERY clear message from Valo to keep you horn dogs off his girl," Missy intervened stepping closer to me.
"Valo?" Jussi said in disbelief lifting his dark sunglasses.
"At least she's got standards," Jyrki said shrugging his shoulders.
"Yeah yeah let's just go to your place," Bam interjected impatiently obviously annoyed at me being the center of attention.
"Sounds good to me," Jyrki answered looking back at me as he led the way to a big van which would be our transportation to Mr. Linnankivi's abode.

We all piled in with me ending up on Jussi's lap somehow and the entire ride there, his hands kept creeping toward the zipper of my jeans until I finally got sick of it and moved to sit (very smushed) between Dunn and Dico who were playing a game of 'Wed, Bed, Behead’
"Wynter, who would you rather fuck, Novak or Jyrki?" Dunn asked.
Somehow, I ended up playing too.
"Psht! I wouldn't touch Novak with your dick," I replied only to get the entire van of people laughing or arguing their opinions. So far, a very good birthday.