Fire maiden

We continued to drive through the forrest, following a never ending winding bitumen road. Climbing higher and higher into a mountain range. The headlights from our car lit up the monstrous tree canopy above our heads. Pressing my forehead against the window pane, mesmerised by the passing shadows of the trees. I followed the lines on the side of the road zooming passed, a faint dizzying feeling started in my stomach. I looked up from making my self sick. Thats probably the most excitement I’ve had in days I thought. Bored, I looked around the car. We had been driving for days, through mountains to a location I had no idea of where it was or what country we were in. Only stopping to fill up the car and the occasional toilet/food break for myself. The problem with travelling with a vampire is that they never need to sleep, so we had managed to cross a vast distance in a short amount of time. Malcom always believes its the quickest way to get somewhere undetected, so here we were in the middle of somewhere with giant trees, to go to meeting about something I had no idea about.  I turned my head to Malcom, sitting next to me driving the car. His eyebrows furrowed in thought, I could see he was stressed and worried about the meeting we were called to attend in such a hurry. Malcom being the designated representative of the family, he was obligated to attend. Malcom was like me from a different time. He was born during conflicts in Scotland, in the 17th century, a true warrior of his time. He has since fought in every battle since he was turned into a vampire. He was sent in by his vampire family as a scare tactic. He truely was a gifted strategist and negotiator. Looking at his huge muscular frame, he could have easily just come off a magazine cover. With his chiseled jaw, bright blue eyes. He was cleaned shaven, with dark short black hair, with the smallest cowlick at the front. He would have been in his early 30s when he was made a vampire. A real mans man. I have been living with him for 3 months now, travelling around doing various jobs for the vampire family we both are apart of. Him being made into it and I forcible married into. We continued sitting in silence, me studying his face.  “Stop looking at me” he turned to me, I smiled at him. He smirked back, “I’m going to think you have a crush on me if you keep that up”. “I’m not into geriatrics ” I replied. With a sly smile, he looked me up and down. Between my legs instantly became wet, seeing him look at me.  “ I would have you know, many women find my age quite charming” he replied. I laughed and grabbed his leg. Looking at him seductively, into his eyes, “ men aren’t always like good wine, they don’t always get better with age, sometime they get corked and you should have drunk them when they were first made”.  He grinned, looking me in the eyes, “ keep your hands to your self then you tease, I’m trying to drive”. With a bemused glance, he peeled my hand off his leg. “ Well I’m just trying to distract you, I can see you creating crows feet by thinking too much”. “Thats extremely thoughtful of you, I appreciate your concern for my best feature.. my face’ he quipped sarcastically as he cupped the side of his face with one hand as he turned to look at me. As he did, I could see a shape over his shoulder coming from the forrest barreling towards us. Time seemed to slow down as the shape plowed straight into the car, sending us sliding in circles onto the other side of the road, Malcom’s arm reached out over my chest holding me in place as we both took the full impact. Blackness took over as a tree came towards us.