Two Sisters
Erika couldn't help but touch the window of the private jet, amazed at the beauty of the city below. The sprawling metropolis looked like a patchwork quilt of twinkling lights, each one representing a different corner of the city. She couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and complexity of it all.
"Woah, a lot of things change!," she exclaimed, a sense of childlike wonder evident in her voice. Despite being an ancient vampire, she had been trapped in a state of suspended animation encased in ice for a considerable length of time.
"This thing called plane is very interesting? It can fly so fast and high" she exclaimed her gaze fixed on Vincent, who appeared to be peacefully dozing off. Most folks would fall for his act, but her senses were razor-sharp. She instantly caught on to his charade, pretending to be asleep.