we didn’t have to worry about missing our flight at least. Three hours later after the run way was plowed for the second time, and the plane’s wings de iced three times, we got to take off. I dreaded the long flight, but I knew it was something we had to do.
It was nearing five now, and that would put us in New Orleans after dark. The flight was bad, despite Pratt’s veteran pilot of 30 years flying it. The weather was horrible. The wind turbulence was jerking the plane all over, and making us all sick. I got sick three times and Will was looking a little green himself.
I even saw iron man Roth, run to the little pilot’s room a few times, with his mouth covered. Doc and Pratt were fine; along with Lydia and Andrew, I hated them for that darn it all. We finally got to land. God only knows how many hours later, all I knew is it was land and my stomach was not lurching anymore.
I slept on Will, for the entire ride to the coven’s plantation house. It was dark so there was nothing to see and it was pouring down rain, a very cold rain. I woke up when we stopped. I heard Doc talking; we were at a huge metal gate of some sort. It was hard to see it through the rain-streaked windshield, but the words Parker were blended into the metal of the rod Iron Gates.
I saw two very freaky gargoyles perched on top of some stone columns on each side of the massive gate. I had recalled Will saying people were afraid to come out here. That would make me run away too if I didn’t know Doc. Doc was speaking into a little black box, attached to a pole next to the gate.
It was an intercom to the gatehouse. The ancient gates swung open when Doc got done speaking. The long winding drive was lined with what looked like turn of the century gas light posts. They probably were from that time period knowing its residence. I smiled thinking to myself.
Massive oak tree’s all likely over 200 years old lined the drive on each side, covered in the Spanish moss that was so common in the Deep South. The rain seemed to be getting harder, and I was unable to see anything as we drove on. I had to wonder how long the drive was. It had to be a half a mile at least.
“That’s ice.” Doc grumbled. “I had heard a weather report earlier about getting some, but I hoped it wouldn’t hit us.” I wondered why he was mad about it, since we had no place to go really.
“Why is he mad about ice?” I whispered to Will.
“It snaps the power lines down here, and it takes weeks to get the lines repaired. I think he’s worried the ones left to care for the house may not have maintained the generator. If this ice keeps up were going to need it for sure.” I nodded, understanding Doc’s annoyance now. I snuggled closer to Will, as the ice hit the car’s roof harder.
“Are you cold?” He asked rubbing my arm.
“Sort of, I feel like crap.” I groaned with a shiver. Sayann always on medical alert reached up from the seat behind me and put her cool hand on my forehead.
“Fever, no doubt.” She hissed. “Doc she has a fever back here.” I buried my head, great just what I needed another problem.
“I was afraid of that, all those guest’s at dinner, one might have had a bug, and Corrine picked it up.” He said keeping his eyes on the road, the wipers on high so he could see.
“We will start more antibiotic’s as soon as we get her settled, that will fix all that.” Pratt added confidently.
The house was massive, as we pulled up to a covered carport. My mouth fell open, as I looked up at it, it made my house look like a duplex. It was the picture of a typical southern mansion. It looked like something out of a movie or a history book.
Chapter 39
Deep South
The massive pillars on the front porch, a heavy wood door with intricate carvings in the middle. It was amazing. I couldn’t imagine how many rooms it had to have. Despite the fact, the coven had not lived here in a very long time, it looked freshly painted and in pristine condition.