Vicious

{ Sequel To Unwanted }

Chapter One: What I've Done

Rashel,

Can you believe its been Seventeen years today that you died? Seventeen lonesome years of wandering and searching like a haunted spirit. I will find you, of that I'm sure. I just hope when I do, you'll still want me. What if your married?
I promise, if your happy, I won't come anywhere near you. I don't want you to lose everything because of me-again.

Rakasha and Galen's daughter turns 4 today. She's a little monster, growing more and more like her mother everyday. Poppy and James adopted a little boy last month and he's doing fine.

I'm still waiting and hoping because sometimes hope is all we have left.

Love, John

Rashel, impatiently pushed a lock of dark hair from her face, shooting the man in front of her square in the chest.

He fell backwards, blood oozing over him. He was giving her the look. The look everyone gave her before turning still. Eyes wide open, mouth a gap and hands reaching towards her, as if trying to mentally strangle her.

The smile that crossed her lips was unmistakably demonic. She moved swiftly, disposing the body into a pile of cardboard boxes and thoroughly checking the crime scene for any hints of her presence.

"Finished already?" Leo complained, appearing at the alleyway, arms tauntingly crossed across his chest.

"I was finished hours ago." Rashel commented, airily walking past him, and into his awaiting car. "Now take me home, I smell like blood."

Leo smiled with false sympathy, getting into car and gunning the engine, "Sorry babe, there's still one more kill tonight."

"Sometimes I want to shoot you." She mumbled darkly under her breath, glaring at the back of his blonde head. Rashel slipped her gun into her boot, before settling against the stiff leather.

"What was that?" He asked, tossing his head back to look at her in an annoyingly cute way. Black cityscape zoomed by as they sped through the streets with reckless speed.

"Nothing." She sighed loudly, trying to avoid the argument that would eventually bloom from her comment.

"I heard something Rashel." Clearly, Leonardo was in the mood to fight but she wasn't in the mood so she tried a lighter tone.

"Your just hearing things, it's what happens when your old."

"Talking from experience?"

"Shut up, before I slip a bullet into your empty head."

"To kill something as beautiful as me would be a crime against nature."

"Just tell me who to kill then get me out of here, you ego-maniac."

The playfulness in his voice vanished until he was barely hissing the words,"Theirry Descouedres."

Rashel sat up rigid, waiting for more details or a picture at the least. When she got none, she spoke up irritated, "Well?"

"There's a $150,000,000 reward for his capture- dead or alive," He stopped, shaking his head as if trying to clear it and continued, "It's a pretty price for such a pretty boy."

Rashel ran a hand through her tangled hair, "How do you want it done? Kidnapping? Hit and Run?" After a moments hesitation she added, "seduction?"

Leo looked her over in the mirror, "You've been doing too much of the last one lately. I'm getting jealous."

Her smile must have flattered because he turned away smoothly. Biting her lip, Rashel tried to make plans but the image of Leo and her kept interrupting. He had clearly stated what he wanted but she wasn't ready for something like that. Not right now.

"Around the block you'll see a banquet hall with black roses lining the front-its his signature- show them this invitation to get in," He handed her a creamy envelope with a black rose twining up the side and a picture of who, she assumed, was Theirry, "I don't care how you kill him, just do it somewhere private. I already got someone to leave your bike by the west exit."

Rashel soothed her black dress and grudgingly applied a coat of lipstick. She stalled as long as she could, trying to get a last look at Leo, before giving up and leaving.

"Rashel...I...I..." She looked at him expectantly through her open door, but he seemed defeated for words, "I'll just cut 10,000...for your mother."

"Oh. Thanks..." Her throat contracted at the mention of her mother, and she slammed the door shut, walking slowly away from the car.

Just get this over with. Then you can go to the hospital, and then kill more people tomorrow.

The wind grazed her exposed skin, reminding her of the icy stone that was her heart- or was supposed to be. Things had changed between her and Leo, going from an innocent friendship to something more complicated and deadly.

She reached the towering building, feeling her true worth in the universe decreasing with every step. 150,000,000. Is it really worth it? Rashel collapsed onto a bench just inches away from the place where someone would be screaming bloody murder. She cradled her head in her hands, trying to grasp the cold exterior she played to protect herself from going insane.

"Bad Break-up?" A voice asked from beside her, sounding oddly familiar. The person was male, late teens and sly since she hadn't heard him sitting down beside her.

"No. Just thinking of how unimportant one person is in the universe," She said softly, staring hard at the ground. She wasn't interested in whatever he had to say but she needed the company.

"That's what it feels like sometimes. Like your nothing compared to everyone else." Rashel peeked at the stranger, going for a quick sweep but once her eyes landed, it felt as if they had become glued to him. Every plane and surface of his body rippled through her mind and she could feel his fingers brushed through her hair, his lips on hers, his soul intertwined with hers. His face was tilted upwards with shadows dancing across but she knew he had black, bottomless eyes from years of misery and heartbreak.

John Quinn, her lips formed the words as they leaped into her mind but she didn't understand why. Why she knew his favorite colour, why she recognized him or why she suddenly forgot about Leo, her mother and all her other problems. Nothing was as important as this stranger she had never met before...

Not in this lifetime anyway...