The JFK airport was fairly busy when Ehnvie stepped into the building. She glanced around at the signs, trying to figure out which way the exit was, as she walked stiffly away from the door to the tarmac. The flight from the Old Country had been long, and uncomfortable. Ehnvie had had to get a flight on a tiny private plane in order to avoid being fried during the daylight hours by fans of keeping the window shades up. Luckily, it was mid-winter, so the days were shorter. The take-off and landing had been thought out according to when the sun rose and set, so did the place Ehnvie had flown out of. From where to fly from to the weather across the stretch of the Atlantic, everything had to be planned perfectly.
All that just to make a plane trip to New York. Sometimes, being a vampire sucked.
Ehnvie navigated through the airport, and found the exit. A line of taxis waited at the curb. For each one that pulled away, another pulled in to the empty space almost immeditaely after. Shuttles and vans sped past and the sound of horns and squeaking brakes filled the air outside along with the emissions from the automobiles.
Ehnvie grabbed a free taxi and gave him the address she was heading to. He gave her a look, either because of her accent or how far the address was, but pulled the car away from the curve and sped into the flow of traffic. Ehnvie sat back for the hour-long drive and looked out at the lights of New York City. She had been here only once before, after a long voyage aboard an ocean liner way back in 1913. She could remember clearly the crowded buildings and bright lights of the city during that time. That journey had been made in search of a long lost relative, but it was a wasted effort. She never found them before she'd had to return to the Old Country. Part of her was back in New York to find them, but the rest of her was here for another reason...
She was following the slayers.
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