Monica was sitting in the middle seat quite a few rows down and across the aisle from the  entrance/exit on the right side of the plane, hands under her thighs (to keep them from visibly shaking with fright) just above her knees, constantly switching between staring at the plane's still open entrance and studying the locked, upright tray table in front of her.  The plane's flight attendants closed the big door after about five minutes of waiting and began to explain the safety procedures onboard the plane.  All of a sudden, a loud metallic thud sounded and the plane rocked so badly that, unbeknownst to Monica who was fixated on the large person-sized dent that had just appeared in the main passenger exit, the plane's right wing dipped almost to the pavement. 

It was in that instant that everything seemed to stop.  The flight attendants' faces and hands froze in positions of shock as they held the demonstration oxygen masks and sample seat belts.  The plane's engines, which had begun to whine slightly, now stopped.  Even the rushing air that circulated among the cabin through fans and ventilation system stopped without so much as a whoosh.  

A woman who Monica could only describe as...as....an, a...commanding woman, stalked down the aisle with a grace that was somewhat disproportionate to the fangs that protruded from her mouth when she stopped in front of Monica's seat and smiled.  Monica shrunk back into the window seat on her right, pressing up tightly against the seemingly frozen middle-aged man sitting there, his expression unblinking as he stared out the window.  The woman reached out her hand and introduced herself as a vampire at which point Monica stared horrified at the proffered limb and clutched the frozen man next to her like it was a lifeboat, momentarily forgetting what she was even grabbing so long as she could get away from this shape-shifting thing that had chased her.  

Monica tried to open her mouth to answer the other's summons but all that came out at first was a strangled yelp.  "What did you do to all these people and why am I not frozen?  Are you...are you the...t-t-thing that ate that guy?  Y-y-you are aren't you?  Are you going to turn me into a v-v-vampire too, then? Come to take me back to your castle?"  Her eyes were big as saucers as she maintained the death grip on the frozen stranger next to her, its eyes staring unblinking out the window.  




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