The flight to Rome was filled with aggravation. Jane wanted to punch the lights out of everyone that spoke to her in that damn fruu fruu language. Tino's language. The fucking cheating asshole. That's why Jane never trusted a fanger. She did the one thing that she told Tino she'd never do. She shut that mark between them. Not just shut it. She slammed the door and then sealed it with silver and boarded up till she knew it wasn't there anymore. Even her beast who at once been tamed by him was a on edge.
It paced within Jane's form ready to strike. Hadn't been for a pretty littl' blond Jane might have seriously jacked the plane and flown to Rome faster. Why did they have to stop using those damn concords? Another reason she hated things right now. She couldn't get to Rome fast enough, couldn't punch Tino any sooner. Gloved fingers beat out an aggravated rhythm on the hand rest of the chair. Her other hand held tightly to a mini bottle of whiskey. The only thing left from the US in her possession. What was she going to do when she got to Rome? Well aside for punching Tino's face in, she didn't know. She'd get to that when she got to that.
Maybe she'd bunk with Silent, actually, no she wouldn't Jane didn't wanna see her either. The second Tino was away from her He just tongue fucked Loke's mouth and it wasn't like Jane couldn't feel it. Hell the man had enjoyed it. He had taken Loke in his arms and snaked his serpents tongue down her other friend's mouth. That set another rapid angry pace of her fingers on the chair. She wanted off the plane, wanted to touch ground, grab her shit and march into Tino's house and knock his every lovin' lights out for good! Maybe toss his sorry excuse for a vampire ass out into the daylight. That would teach him to cheat on her. She told him her heart beat for him, that she loved him. It was hard for Jane to want to love anyone especially a fang, and here was one that had showed her what it could be like. What a long term with white roses and romantic little Italian get-away's would be like. Heh. No wonder why Jane didn't believe the trashy novels with these men and their long hair blowing in the wind like some kind of muscle bound barbarian carrying the woman off into the sunset on a white horse that bullshit didn't exist.
The pilot came over the loud speaker saying they were going to be arriving soon. That pretty blond flight attendant was leaning over Jane's shoulder asking if she wanted another whiskey. Jane held up her index and middle fingers saying she wanted two before the flight was fully over. She was going to need them. Not that they made anything better, just numbed the angry a little bit. She needed to think clearly. Needed to locate Tino. Opening the mark just a tiny bit she searched for him, seeking out where he was staying for his time in Rome. Once she found him she sealed up that mark again. Shut it nice and tight. Unless Jane was in his face he wouldn't even know she was around. That's how tight and how strong her shielding was right then. She didn't want him to know that she was hitting his town. Didn't want him to know she was pissed off. Sure, he'd sense something was wrong with how she had shut him out. But maybe he'd chalk it up to work and stress. Not that she'd come see him.
He told her to come home, he had once been home. Yeah, but after what he did? Kissing was cheating in Janey's book.