“What do you think you’re doing???” I said slightly pushing him against his chest roughly. (He didn’t even stir.) “You aren’t allowed to just barge in here and scare me out of my wits!”
After I was finished hissing at him my head began to spin. Oh man. I put my hand to my forehead and Jameson offered his explanation.
“My apologies. But I could think of no other way to keep you from screaming. But, my lady, there is no time for chatting. You must come with me at once. Time is getting smaller.”
“Smaller? Am I in danger?” I asked, not quite understanding. He had a very strong French accent, and it was hard to comprehend completely. Then something clicked in my head. Bodyguard…Freddie’s bodyguard…where was Freddie?? “Is Freddie here?” I said, my voice becoming hopeful. A warm feeling crept into my core, and I started darting my eyes all behind him.
“I am afraid not,” he grimaced. “But I cannot say anymore, Miss Arianne. We must go. Now.” Jameson finished abruptly and gently but firmly grabbed my arm and started leading me to the door.
“What about all my stuff, don’t I need to pack?” I said, resisting slightly.
“No. All will be provided for you. Now please, hurry.” Jameson opened the door and I shut up. I figured I may as well do my best not to disconcert the man, so I let him lead me through the halls. We went down to the main parking lot, and there was a black SUV with tinted windows waiting for us. Jameson got in first, and then as soon as the door was shut, he nodded to the driver and we were off. I watched the trees rapidly flying by us and wondered where on earth I was going. To be in Bieland with Freddie would be more than wonderful! But why would they randomly take me to the same place that I thought they were trying to keep away from me? It didn’t make any sense. I wanted desperately to ask Jameson, but he already had told me once that he couldn’t say anymore. So I let my mind wander and kept my mouth shut during the rest of the ride.
We arrived at an airport about an hour later. The drive was long but judging on how fast the driver was going, I’m assuming it could have been longer. Jameson got out of his side and ran over to my door and opened it for me. As soon as my feet hit the gravel, his hand was around my arm again, making me feel safe in this dimly lit parking lot. It was dark now, being about 8 o’clock, and I shivered as I saw a rat scamper in front of our path. Eww!
I looked around and saw a few random cars scattered in this parking lot, and wondered why we weren’t with everyone else. Our next move answered my silent question for me. We went behind a building and descended down a stairway going underground. Jameson silently opened the creaking door and pushed me inside, then followed a second after. I was being led through a tunnel, much like the one in the phantom of the opera movie, except I was being mesmerized by a delicious looking man in a mask. The only light sources were the dim lights on the ceiling and I was glad I was being held in custody by a tall, strong bodyguard. I didn’t like this at all.
The corridor ran like a maze, and we turned a numerous amount of times before going into a rusty blue door. This led to a stairway going up; back to the normal world. As we ascended the stairs I noticed that it was windy. As we reached the peak, I realized why. There was a humongous black jet emitting a crazy amount of energy, and the door was open with removable stairs in front of the entrance.
“Whoa,” I whispered. The jet didn’t have any logos on it, but that certainly didn’t take away from the effect. It looked fast and expensive and I was thrilled to be experiencing this right now! Maybe it would get even better and Freddie would be waiting for me inside! My hope was burst, however, as I entered the interior of the jet. But disappointment was replaced by complete awe when I saw how gorgeous royal living was! There, before me was a lush carpeted floor and couches nailed to the floor of the plane in random places. A small bar/kitchen was located near the back of the room, and as Jameson let go of me to attend other business, I touched my fingers to the dark brown suede couches. Each was equipped with a seatbelt and a cup holder built into the arms.
“Miss Arianne?” I heard Jameson call me, and I looked up to find him waiting for me to sit down. I quickly walked over to where he was and sat down in a seat that looked like a recliner. It was definitely the most comfortable airplane seat that I’d EVER been in! Heck, the most comfortable seat period! Jameson decided to buckle me, and I wondered if he really thought I was that incapable, or if those were his direct orders. Either way, I didn’t mind and watched Jameson walk away into away into a separate room. A few minutes later, after the steward fetched me a refreshing beverage, Jameson came in and sat on a seat near me. Two seconds later:
“Prepare for takeoff,” and we were flying.
10 long hours later, I felt Jameson shaking me gently. I couldn’t believe I had slept the whole way. I must have been more exhausted than I thought! We had just landed in Bieland and we were about to get off the jet! I was so excited! One of the reasons was Freddie. Plain and simple. I missed him, I needed him. That’s just the way it works. Another reason was that I would actually be seeing the country that I could possibly be ruling on day! I don’t know about you, but I think that’s pretty exciting! I was following Jameson out of the plane when he suddenly stopped short at the outside of the door. His hand flew out from behind him and signaled me to stop. He almost hit me in the stomach. I stood stark still…was something wrong? Jameson took a pair of binoculars out of his suit coat pocket and I saw him scanning the area. For a couple of minutes we just stood there like that, and then finally Jameson reached back and grabbed my arm, still checking his surroundings. I sighed as we made our way down the stairs provided.
“Is this really necessary, Jameson? I’m starting to feel like a little puppy. You already checked the area, so I’m sure I could walk around by-”
*CRACK* A loud gunshot interrupted my sentence. I jumped and screamed, covering my head with my free hand; not knowing where it came from! As soon as the first one started, more started to sound. I kept screaming and by this time Jameson and I were sprinting across the airfield. I kept my hand over my head, and by now tears were streaming down my face! What was happening? Why were they trying to shoot me!? Jameson had pulled out a gun and was firing in random directions; I was pretty convinced that he didn’t know where it was coming from either.
I was losing stamina. My breath was coming faster as the loud shots continued to ring through the air. Crying and the running at the same time were starting to have an effect on my body so I started to slow down. My legs wouldn’t go faster! Go faster! I almost screamed at them. Just then I heard a whistling sound and felt the ground behind me vibrate. I realized that a bullet had just barely missed my feet. I jumped about ten feet in the air and screamed again; hyperventilating beyond control. The next few moments seemed like life was flying in slow motion. Everything was a blur as all around me became suddenly silent. All I could hear was my heart pounding and my breath pushing against my throat. My adrenaline seemed to be the only working function in my body, because my running legs were growing increasingly weaker. Tears blinded me as I clung to Jameson’s hand as he led me toward a plane hangar.
I stopped breathing as the building grew closer and my fear started to subside when, finally, after what seemed like hours, Jameson and I were safely behind the building. For a moment I closed my eyes, wondering if this was a dream. My lips were forcing out jagged spurts of air; the brain desperately trying to connect to my lungs.
Suddenly, my eyes whipped around in a million directions. I had the horrid feeling that someone was watching me. I didn’t see anything as I scanned the area, but I could feel evil eyes on my weakened body. Where were they?
I almost lost it as I hallucinated the form of a sniper coming from behind me with an M-16. Jameson was muttering something into his walkie-talkie in French, but I wasn’t in the mood to translate. I tried to push away the thoughts of someone running at me from around the corner, but I checked just in case. I closed my eyes again and really tried to breathe. My mind was going through an extreme case of paranoia and I could feel my knees locking. I had to sit down! My body slumped to the ground and I desperately tried to keep myself calm. One second later I heard Jameson muttering to me and he told me in French to stay calm and that help was on the way. I nodded my head, still crying. This was madness! What a welcome! I just wanted to go home! I didn’t want to be here anymore! The only thing that kept me going was the thought of my darling Freddie. At this point, I hoped and prayed that he wasn’t going through something even half as awful as this!