The Evil s Bite

Melody Lane stepped off of the incredibly tiny 2-person airplane and was greeted by the crisp, chilly Romanian wind. Her long and curly, sandy blonde hair was having a fit in it, so she set down the small suitcase that she purchased as a set from Ross earlier this week, to throw the now-tangled mess up into a sloppy bun. After spending 24 hours either on a plane or stuck in an airport, she was finding it difficult to maintain a polished appearance.

'Oh well' She thought. 'I can always freshen up at the hotel.'

She grabbed a hold of her suitcase and looked over to the man who piloted the two-seated airplane. She tried having small talk with him on the way over, but he just smiled and nodded each time, which made Melody feel like he didn't speak enough English to understand what she was saying.

She waved goodbye with a small smile and was relieved when he did the same in return.

Inside, the Sibiu airport was bustling and warm with people coming and going on their way. Melody pulled her small suitcase towards the baggage claim and waited for the larger suitcase that she checked back in Houston.

As she stood waiting for the conveyer belt, she noticed the man standing adjacent to her. She normally isn't the type to stare, but the guy was accompanied by two other men, both of which were dressed in black suits and had earpieces in. The three of them held quite an intimidating presence.

Clearly, the two men were there for his protection, which was weird, seeing as the guy looked like the last person in the airport that needed it. In fact, his aura gave off a distinct 'Fuck with me and you're dead' vibe. It wasn't the fact that he towered over Melody's 5"7 frame, or the fact that his face looked as if it was sculpted by the Gods. It wasn't even the black Armani trench coat that brushed his pristinely polished boots. No, for Melody, it was the fact this he was wearing sunglasses in the middle of the airport. The gall.

Mel also found it odd that she seemed to be the only person who noticed him. She would have expected gawking women, at the very least. I mean, the guy looks like a walking Michael Angelo sculpture.

For a moment, she thought that he seemed as if he was sniffing the air, then he suddenly turned his head towards her and seemed to catch her staring directly at him. Melody felt her face heat up and her stomach drop to her toes as she quickly turned her head back towards the unmoving conveyer belt. She didn't have to take her earphones out, because she could practically feel the thickness of him as he took his time striding over to where she stood, the two men following closely behind as if they were a coordinated unit. The way he moved, Melody would swear that he thought he was taking a pleasant stroll through the park, which was a drastic contrast to the stiff movements of his trailing companions.