She's a Little Harlot

The feeling dissipated after i got on the plane, replaced with the smell of every persons individual blood type, which was far more distracting. As soon as I could I texted Ricky 'I can smell every single persons blood type on this damn plane, 5 hours' I took a deep breath and licked my lips before turning up my music trying to relax. My phone buzzed 'deep breath little one, close your eyes, don't think about it, think about Florence' I did as he said willing myself to relax, but my mind decided to settle on something more grim. I was in Florence, the firelight of the candles lighting the little room that belonged to my father, I was never allowed in here as a child, but I knew where everything was. Grabbing my mother's satchel and filling it with a pair of my riding pants, shirt, and mother's necklace she left in a hiding place for exactly this time, I took my leave from this dreadful place I was forced to call home. The streets were cold and dark only occasionally light by a lamp outside someone's home. I darted from alley to alley hoping to what ever god was up there that I would not be seen until I wanted to be. As I got further out of the heart of Florence and closer to the docks I started to feel like someone was following me, watching me. After turning around for the third time I had enough "who are you! what do you want!" I screamed at the spot off to the left behind me. A figure came out from the shadows and strode towards me "you my sweet sweet angel, just you" a soft woman's voice came from the figure, she stopped in front of me and a weird glint shown from her teeth...fangs. "Welcome to Los Angeles,California hope you enjoyed your flight"

I couldn't shake off that memory as I sat waiting for Ricky, I remember the voice so clearly, it was menacing. "Hey little one" I jumped and looked up to the smiling face of Ricky Horror, a second later I was throwing my arms around him just looking for comfort I haven't had since Ash had left to continue her tour. He chuckled and held me close "I think I'll skip the how are you question, want to hurry up and get to Ash's?" I nodded into his shoulder "you're going to have to let me go then....no pouting" I stopped my pouting as soon as I started and let go letting him lead me to his car. We sat in silence while I thought over the question that has been brewing in my mind for to long "sweetie if you keep thinking so hard I'm going to have to pull over and kill you in broad daylight" I flinched "sorry, kind of forgot about the mind reading sensing thing" he rolled his eyes and smiled "hey if you're thinking about something that hard it's bound to be important" "Ash said something was hunting our kind" he was quiet and the air in the small space changed, almost as if he wouldn't speak "meilleur ami pourquoi ne se taisent sur moi" he relaxed hearing my voice in French again and switched to his own French tongue "je ne le souhaitez vous déranger vous êtes loin de jeune pour cette question" my mouth fell open "Richard! Je suis beaucoup plus jeune alors toi, mais cela ne me je suis moins important!" we turned into his drive way and he slammed his hand on the steering wheel "I didn't say that, you know that's not what I meant Harlot Vasari" he said eerily calm, turning to look at me he took my hand gently "you're so important to me, you know that, you're the most important person to Ash, if she's not going to give you an answer then she's protecting you, and I shall do the same cerise" all the anger left me at the sound of my old nickname "you..you haven't called me that since I was a child" he smiled and got out of the car hurrying to my side to open to the door and tapped my nose "to me you're still a child" "shut your ancient ass up"

Staring at the ceiling was both boring and calming at the same time, I didn't want to be a bother to Ricky but until Ash gets home a lot of my stuff is in her storage locker and she didn't give me a key. Light from the hallway suddenly spilled into the room making me jump as Ricky leaned on the door frame "you know thinking to hard just calls me here even though you didn't want to bother me with your boredom?" I shrugged and another thought struck me and confused me to the point where Ricky visibly flinched "Harlot what is it you're scaring me" he sat next to me and grabbed my hand while I tilted my head like a confused puppy "aren't you supposed to be on tour with the other guys" he gave the most disinterested look ever and rolled his eyes before disappearing for a second and coming back in the same spot with a cookie from the kitchen before I could blink. He tapped my forehead with the cookie before stuffing it in my open mouth and rolled his eyes "centuries old vampire duhh" I glared at him trying to look as evil as I could with a cookie spreading crumbs down my throat. I took a bite and glared at him "you know I hate you right?" he ruffled my hair "The show isn't until 7 in Seattle, it's only 6. The plan was for me to get you and Ash and I can lend you clothes until tours over in three weeks, sound good?" I nodded slowly trying to process the not as complex as I was making it situation he just explained. "If you're so bored do you want to just leave now?" he yelled up the stairs since I was still laying in bed "it's almost 7 Harlot, so you kind of have no choice now come down here I'm not going up those stairs again!" I rolled my eyes and grabbed my carry on bag from the plane and went downstairs "yes because the 3,000 year old vampire is so weak and fragile he can't walk upstairs poor baby" I pouted and dodged the pillow that was aimed at my head "hush midget and hold on to me somewhere...if you make a dick joke I will kill you" I rolled my eyes and jumped on his back. I felt like I was falling and could only smell smoke and we transported to the Motionless bus in Seattle, as soon as Ricky's feet hit the floor I fell on my ass on it. I heard Ricky laugh and possibly Ryan but all I could focus on were the eyes of the one person that unknowingly has the power to destroy my sanity with one smile.