All characters belong to the series Beauty and the Beast (The CW, producers, directors and writers) I only have borrowed for this story ...
written by Ana Argón (AryanthaFic)
Excuse my English, please ..
Destined S5
Chapter I
They sat Vincent, as they were able in the back seat of the van, and Jt and Stuart did, each to his side.
Devin drove at full speed toward the entrance to the tunnels from the port. That, by which Ethan had entered when he looked at Lynn.
He powered, hands-free and called a collaborator of the people of the tunnels.
- Where did you go to heal him? - He asked Jt.
Stuart answered for him.
- At Riverside Drive, at Rebecca's home. I'll call Hugh to prepare it all ...
While Berseker Vincent used the phone to call friends, Jt, answered Devin.
- Tell whoever, to tell the tall bald man who came with me, he goes, too, towards there.
In saying this, he could not stop thinking about Tess. When he had gone to the club to get his medicine cabinet with things for Tess, and their own antibiotics, she had left her asleep, under the care of Evan. She prayed she was still asleep, and arrive before she awoke. He had to be at her side when he did. Not surrounded by strangers and in a place like that.
Devin talked to his contact. It remained that they would be waiting at the entrance and lead them through the tunnels, to the Rebeca's house ...
Jt, looked at Vincent thinking itself should do more ... but did not know what. Vincent was still passed out, but at least his pulse although fast, by the fever, was strong. Stuart had told him as they came, that he could begin to heal, had to put that bone, if not, they risked it closed in false and have consequences forever ...
Seeing him, with his head cocked, supported a weight on his shoulder, he realized that he had never seen his friend so badly and every second that passed cared a little more. Hopefully, Evan knew what to do, he was overwhelmed.
Stuart, just looked phone Vincent's ' phone, while directing furtive glances to Vincent.
Jt knew what he was looking so intently. The location of Rebecca and incidentally, trying to avoid the questions that would come.
He just at that moment her.
- Are you still where you left her? .- He asked as he returned press hard piece of his shirt that had been taken to plug the leg wound of his friend.
Stuart nodded.
- Yes ... They're still there ... and Lynn goes way tunnels so it seems ...
- And Cat? -. Jt asked out of curiosity.
- In a place east of the island ... In my home ...
Jt felt certain nostalgia in his voice. He don't want to start that conversation in the car but could not help it. He closed his eyes praying that adrenaline continue pulling him a little more. It was still an amazing night, but had to hold on until Vincent was out of danger.
- Are you going to tell me now or wait?
Stuart continued to watch as the van zigzagged through traffic towards the port. He said nothing for a few seconds. Then he began to speak.
- I had no choice ... there were two hybrids and went for us ... But there was one more ... and before we could react jabbed two tranquilizer darts to Vincent ... - He looked at his hands -. I quickly realized that he could not count on him ... and while I was busy with the newcomers, Stanley, caught, Rebecca. I could not avoid it. - He shook his head from side to side. ... I could not be aware of everything ... .. Hybrid attacked us - it looked at him saying this -. You have to understand that they are tremendously powerful, I could not fight them watching as Vincent would weaken at times.
"I was about to faint ...- added. ... And Stanley, had to Rebecca to a room that had appeared to move a wall shelving ... I saw there was only one possibility ... I caught Vincent in my arms and threw by the apartment window ... "
Jt rose from his seat and without realizing gave a blow on the head with the car roof. The piece of cloth, be holding Vincent's leg fell. Stuart took it and leaned against the wound, squeezing everything he could.
Vincent's friend could not believe what he just heard.
- You did what?!. - He asked visibly angry.
Stuart took a deep breath.
- "If I wanted to fight them, I could not have distractions ... at least kill a couple ... And that's what I did ... Anger and despair made me react more violently than I thought was capable.. but Stanley had to Rebecca, and kept telling her ear that would witness how they tore me.
He let me face them and when there was only the hybrid darts, Stanley pulled a gun and pointed it at me. Vincent had broken his arm, he endured the pain.
The wall behind him, moved to one side and he started walking back. I know Rebecca, and I know she would be willing to fight back, but did not try at any time. Was afraid that a bullet would kill me ... I can not stop watching their faces ... I could not stay ... we had no choice and she knew he was very worried about him. - He swallowed and his green eyes met Vincent.
I knew that Rebecca,with hereyes told me to go ... he would not hurt her ... and that's what I did ... I fled, leaving a hybrid live, and Stanley, knowing he had won ... "
Jt listened attentively, but could not stop thinking about Vincent
- How many floors? .- Asked still thinking about the fall, who had suffered Vincent.
- 10
Jt took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Amazing!.
- How did you know that the fall would not kill him?
- I did not know, and considering that he was drugged, less ... but I had to take the risk ... It would have been worse if they come to catch him ... and he could not be aware of it ... could not ...
Jt looked at him, nod, barely understanding the situation that had faced the berseker.
- And how he came to the warehouse?
- He made a superhuman effort, first for the wound and then tranquilizers ... I think his instinct led him up there ... do not want to fall into street. He looked for a refuge at all costs and let go when he got there ... .. - at that time the berseker realized something. Jt He looked slightly puzzled. - Do you know that place ?. - He asked.
He bowed his head.
- We lived there for 10 years. It was his hideout, our hideaway ... and... possibly what would remain if Cat had not emerged as a gale in our lives ... Cat and... Tess ...
He remembered as if it were yesterday, when he opened the door of their house and saw them, in the doorway, defiantly, showing his police badge, NY asking about him.
- Never forget the day they appeared. - he said slowly, thinking about everything that all they had lived ever since.
- What happened to this place? I was shattered. - Asked the berseker interested, making Jt, returned from the past that car -. And by the way, what you're doing with people in the tunnels? .- He looked at Devin and frowned. There were too many things that were happening to assimilate all at once.
He took a deep breath and turned to look at Vincent.
- At first, we had to blow it up to others to believe that Vincent had died there. - He shook his head from side to side. To the second question ... It's a long story ... It's been a crazy night absolutely.
Devin interrupted them, giving the brakes and disengaging the belt
- We have already arrived…
They got out in a hurry. Stuart, taking Vincent, passed out in his arms, and Jt, taking the medicine cabinet and papers Vanessa's dossier entered the abandoned warehouse and they saw nothing else do this, they were already waiting for them, and Evan was among them.
Having seen Stuart jump out the window, Stanley dropped to the ground. The hybrid reacted incredibly quickly and took the gun just drop it.
Rebecca tried to run toward the door, but did not have time. After picking up the gun, the hybrid reached her and grabbed her by the hair, taking her back to the place where Stanley, closing his eyes desperate, hand, arm Vincent had broken him, he was carrying and tried to get up.
Rebecca glanced at the room that had appeared behind the shelf. Huge refrigerators filled one wall. Shelves, cabinets ... television monitors, a small table and a couple of comfortable chairs ... Knew at once that contained all that ... Baker's experiments ... That was what they had to find ...
The hybrid grabbed her arm hard, as the two looked like Stanley, rose from the floor and headed toward one of the doors of refrigerators. He opened it and pulled out a small glass jar. He took a syringe, filled it, and without thinking twice, nailed it in his injured arm.
Right after injecting the colorless liquid was dropped into a chair, with his eyes closed.
Rebecca looked at him unblinkingly.
- Get ready for a miracle. - He told her without opening his eyes. My arm will be cured in less than 12 hours ... The genetics of your friends is sensational.
He opened his eyes and looked at her then.
- You're gorgeous ... sorry I did not tell you before, but friends were very entertaining ... .- he kept looking at her and Rebecca, saw in his eyes, a desire that had long she could not see. A desire that gave her want to vomit.
Stanley had always been in the shadow of Morgan, during the time they were together ... in every way. She never noticed him until he saw as he watched her. Only he lacked drooling ... and still do so.
Not that it was physically unpleasant. Thin, tall, with strange blue eyes almost white, and small mouth. He looked about 50 years old, but she knew very well that he was older ... Morgan, sera used to not grow old ... and now, she was sure that Stanley did too.
- ... I see that Dr. Forbes and Dr. Mark have found a way to stay alive ...
Rebecca said nothing.
- It does not matter ... here's more of what you may need for now ... and we have who do more ... You will not have problems ...
He was slowly rising from the chair and when he stood, made a small motion with his injured arm.
- Well ... - his face reflected the pain, but also a small smile.
He went back to the room and hybrid, grabbing Rebecca, came behind him.
The bodies of the other two hybrids were lying on the floor of the great hall.
They had always thought they were superior to Stuart, but something had exploded inside the berserk after throwing Vincent by the living room window, and what he had seen when he turned to look at them, with his red eyes, he had left amazed. His only option was to catch Rebecca, and show him that if he went to him, he would kill her.
Stuart had managed to catch unawares hybrids in two quick and unexpected movements, nothing else throw Vincent, without them noticing, had taken them to heart. The other hybrid, yes he could have fought him, but the berseker realizing his disadvantage had decided to run away ...
Stanley could not help smiling as he kept grabbing Rebecca.
- I could never imagine that Stuart ... Stuart friendly, since the Reynolds healed his soul ... .- began to say wryl-. ... he might be able to kill a poor innocent man who only wanted to help ... The good Dr. Markus killed the good of Stuart ... what a terrible irony! ...
He laughed heartily, seeing that Rebecca still said nothing. He decided to attack the other.
- We knew right away that Catherine had left for Scotland, our men were about to intercept them ...
Rebecca could not help saying something then.
- ... Yes, but they could not ... They fled like rats, as people of the island appeared ... Against them you are nothing ...- Cat and Angus had told them the details of what had happened on the ferry.
She looked up with a growing desire to spit in his face ... It hurt her so much what had happened in that room, to few minutes!
he could not out of her head the image of Vincent, discovering the truth, and throwing himself on Stuart, unable to distinguish the true enemies ... but what she's hurt, he was knowing that the bastard of Morgan, he had told that story to Stanley.
That was a moment of intimacy too great between them ... always she knew it was wrong to do it, but something inside her, wanted to show, that man without a soul, that those, who used and who had served many years , had a wonderful story behind it ... and never was just what they did with them ... she felt horribly betrayed ... and felt that Stuart would never forgive her. She was a chosen, and had shown they could not trust her ... and now, soon, were to discover, too, that she had told it everything, to Catherine.
She took a deep breath closing her eyes, feeling the Stanley's hand, clutching her arm.
-. When I saw the result of the analysis to the Ms. Keller's babies, did not understand how they could be so incredible, so complex and yet so perfect ... They are all we have wanted all these years ... from there, possibilities are endless ...- he smiled again -. But listening to Vincent and realizing of what made Stuart, and Cat is in Scotland, I've noticed that they are not the children of one beast ... That something else ... are the children of two beasts ... .- he looked at Rebecca and squeezed her arm, stronger - ... .¿ how could that be possible?
She swallowed hard, determined not to say anything. Did not want to confirm that theory, because they might want to catch Cat and give her, everything they did to the other women who had caught the long of the years ... and perhaps with her everything worked ... No, never would, though she had to die to avoid it!
Stanley crossed her face with his small, narrow eyes ...
- You and I have much to talk about ... and above all have to accept who commands here now ... I will give you everything you crave, but you will give me everything I want ...
- You can not force me, I'm not afraid of death ...
Stanley laughed.
- No, Rebecca, I do not want you to die ... You're a perfect bait for all they come for you, just have to sit and wait to do so ... But if you're good, maybe, have mercy and not let them suffer too ...
Rebecca smiled.
- In case you do not remember, Stuart, he has killed at a time, two of your men ...
Stanley turned serious few seconds.
- Yes, I know ... but not would catch us again, off guard, and it was not my best men. None could imagine that he would be able to do what I done ... Throw him out the window ... and if he's dead? ... 'What a waste ! ... But, of course, I am sure that Vincent would never have forgiven him ... Stuart had lost all the ways ...
Rebecca lowered her head. She did not know what had happened with the Cat's husband, but Stanley was right in what he had said. That, despite how much it hurt do this, could not deny it. The pain he had seen Vincent's face was unmistakable. He never forgive Stuart. Never.
- And now if you'll excuse me I have work to do ... We must warn others .. .- he glanced at the hidden room -. They have to come get it all ... We can not let Stuart and others and find it again, now that they know where I live ... and we have little time ...
- Do not worry ... I've done ... I'll come right away, and we will take all laboratory store. - Said a voice behind him.
Stanley recognized him without turning around.
The tall figure of John Douglas, was cut in the doorway shattered.
- Thanks John. - looked at him, thinking he could have come much before. ... It bothers me not having it within reach of my hand ... but there is no choice, given the circumstances ...
The hybrid entered the room and saw his dead partners.
- Also they collect them ... .- took a deep breath as he watched their hearts in the suelo.- How could this happen?
As he said he looked at Rebecca with a growing hatred.
Stanley stepped in front of the woman. It was not good that he look at her like that ... in the space of a heartbeat, could kill her.
- I underestimated Stuart. Hate makes him, stronger ... - Change the subject quickly -. By the way, I think your friend Ethan, has betrayed us.
John smiled slightly.
- That's impossible ... He's with me ...
He pulled back slightly and could see a thin, worn down Ethan entered the room. Stanley went to the quickly and without a word, slapped him.
- How could you bring them here?
Ethan held the blow without moving a muscle.
- They cheated me.
Rebecca looked at him with eyes open wide, and watched as the hybrid, directed his gaze to her.
"It has escaped" ... "And he knows everything" was what he immediately went through his head ... "Holy God, they were all dead" ... her thoughts flew to the people of the tunnels ... and to Lynn and Erik ... What happened to them? Would it not have been able to ...? She shook her head side to side unable to accept it ... had no other choice but to keep her composure but was sure she was passing out ... She could hardly breathe.
She watched Stanley approach him again, while the hybrid, still staring at her.
- Were you cheated? And how could you deceive you? ... to almighty Ethan Jenkins ...
The hybrid bowed his head for a moment.
- I do not know ... .They kept me drugged most of the time and in the end, I told them what they wanted to know ...
John came up behind him.
- I do not know ... every day they took me to a different place ... and always unconscious ...
The ancestress of Cat, clenched her fists and took a deep breath. He would not say! he was going to say! Why? ... and then she saw it reflected in his slanted eyes ... He was in love with Lynn! ... and despite everything, he did not want that she would pass anything. He did not want might make him hurt and it had to keep her hidden, and what better place than the tunnels! Had died in the hall of the building would have cared nothing ... Lynn has to be alive and Erik too!
He picked breath and nodded slightly as she watched him. He made no move, just stood firm enduring the anger of Stanley.
- I do not understand how you could give up this way ... .- he looked down, grimacing and touching his arm. -. Because of you, we've lost two of our assets and I've been close to death ... and I lost this place that was "my home" ...
Having so close to Stanley's chest., made Ethan's eyes were put yellows.
John approached them and put a hand on the Stanley's chest..
- All that is now less ... .- He looked at Ethan. The important thing is that we have recovered him ... by the way, as you escaped?
Ethan still did not move a muscle.
- Have had a bug... They have also underestimated me ...
John did not want to delve deeper into the subject. Something told him he had much to tell, and Ethan did not want to do it in front of Stanley.
- Anyway... - She said, pulling out his phone from his pocket. ... It does not matter. We have recovered him and that's settled ... .- he looked at Stanley -. They called me when I was coming here from the new hiding ... They are process of meeting ... Assets must take positions ...
Ethan looked at him astonished.
- Already?
John nodded hopefully.
- Yes .. Our moment has come ... My moment ...
Stanley grinned and glanced at Rebecca. Then he refocused his attention on John.
- You could not give me better news ... - pulled the arm of Rebecca hard -. Dear ... .We have to deal with some unfinished business ... and then we'll travel ...
Rebecca said nothing. She was guided by him out of the room and just simply gently touch the gold pendant around her neck ... that was her only hope ...
They had arrived in record time to the house of Riverside Drive, crossing corridors and caverns, while Evan and he stared open-mouthed around them without giving credit to what they saw.
They were still too many things at once. Nothing seen, Evan told, how was Tess, and he gave him the papers he had taken from the club. Evan looked puzzled as he gave them, but Jt only had to say one word: "Antidote" ... He opened his eyes and pressed against his chest, as if carrying them the most valuable in the world ...
They walked, following the other men in a tunnel to another without rest, until you reach the exit of the Cat's house.
They did not realize that always behind them, a huge figure was taking shape in the shadows.
Vincent was wishing he could go where was, the other Vincent. He had told Devin something, but he was sure there was more ... and Rebecca had not returned, nor Erik, nor Ethan ... Neither Lynn ... Nerves were devouring him inside.
He watched them walk away, and he retired to his room, knowing that any novelty, would go to tell it to him right away. He could not risk, that in an oversight might see him.
He was about to arrive when he heard a murmur of voices ... Mary approached him as soon as she saw him turn at the last bend.
- It is Lynn ... just arrived ...
He entered his room running and saw her lying on his bed, appeared to be unconscious.
Devin had come before him, after leaving Evan and Jt, with those who would take them to the house of Riverside. One of the children had come to him and told him to follow him. Not that it was licensed physician but was the closest they had one ... and besides, Lynn had regular and strong pulse and apparently was fine ... just something she had fainted.
Erik was at his side. And Jacob was also some more of his men.
- They have been intercepted as they arrived at the west entrance of the park ... Erik was carrying Lynn ... Ethan has escaped ...
Vincent looked at Erik and Erik, getting out of bed, she nodded.
- Le point to him with my revolver and I told him to stay where he was ... if a would fire apex moved, and the bullet would give in Lynn that was before him ...
Vincent heard this, he could not contain himself. He pushed the berserk, throwing him against the wall.
For the first time Erik, he realized the true nature of Vincent. Not only his physical appearance was impressive, attacking , was a force of nature, which maintained control over a thin line between the man and the beast. Vincent jaws closed repeatedly before berseker face, which he realized in time that should not be transformed, much as his instincts were asking him.
Jacob ran up and grabbed tightly, his father's shoulder.
- Father! Please ... you must not do.
He said slowly, without raising his voice and with studied calm.
Vincent lowered his head a few seconds and left to grab, Erik.
When he felt, that was again calm, he said:
- Where's Ethan?
Erik took a deep breath willing to tell all, his gray eyes fixed on him.
- As I said, i had a shot ... and was convinced that he would not move, even though it had begun to convert ... ..- he was told all staring at a point on the opposite wall. He felt bad ... was not accustomed to making mistakes and this had been ... -. Time passed slowly and he stood in front of me, staring at Lynn. She kept her composure, hoping somehow to continue playing her role ... .- he raised his hand and massaged his neck -. I thought we had him with us, when I saw that gave him the keys to the apartment of Stanley, to Vincent ... but it was not. A few minutes later we heard noises from crystals and something hit the ground falling from a great height. I startle, and he start moving ... I shot ... but had managed to move enough so that the bullet not reached him...I remember seeing the bullet in slow motion, coming to Lynn. and was going to throw at full speed, for her, when I saw, as Ethan intercepted it and diverted ... went through the glass door and went out ... ..- He looked at Vincent fright made her fall swooning into the arms of Ethan ... he would again take aim, asking her to leave her on the floor ... but then Again I heard a noise in the street, again something or someone would fall back on high, fearing what he might see…. I could not help turning around a second ...
Vincent said nothing just nodded.
- Just I remember to turn round, seeing him in a flash, kiss her and put her down. - He added. ... in the next second he was gone ... .- approached the bed where it was Lynn -. Not knowing what had happened in the attic not want to risk ... I picked her up and headed for the nearest entry knew ... Hugh taught me a few, in the days, we would interrogate Ethan ... Do you know anything about them? About Stuart and Vincent? - I ask visibly worried, though without transmitting anxiety.
Devin nodded, left, Lynn's arm, leaning against the bed, had returned to take her pulse, and told him what he had heard in the car.
- ... Stuart, Vincent threw out the window to save him of the hybrids ... and then he threw too ... I do not know many details ... just that Vincent has an open wound in the leg and a high fever and Rebecca is now, with them ...
- Why own initiative? .- Erik had never trusted her and the question left alone. Even he was surprised at his directness.
- No ... I think he said that Stanley was holding her and threatened them ... He had to leave her, to go behind Vincent.
Nobody said anything for a few seconds.
The final, Erik turned back to Vincent.
- Warn Hugh and Samuel, and with your men defend the place where entered Ethan and the place where, he which came with Lynn ... might be wrong, but if I do not, they will come here accompanied ... and never forget that Ethan knows you exist -. He told Vincent señalándolo -. He will bring them, so they hunt you and to take Lynn.
Jacob did not wait for the response from his father and went out to do what Erik had said. Vincent said nothing more and sat on the bed, next to Lynn. He stroked her blond and thin hair gently.
- She's fine Vincent, anytime she wake up ...
Vincent took a deep breath.
- I'll wait here until she do it ... .- he looked at Devin -. Go to the house with Stuart and others, if you did need ...
He nodded and went out, but Erik stopped him, standing in front of him.
- I'm with you…. I want to see my brother ...
Then they left the room, toward Riverside Drive.
Vincent instead, stayed where he was, praying that Lynn woke up early and also praying that Ethan did not come with the cavalry.
Not bear to see his people in danger and perhaps his self-control, this time, disappear ...
With nerves traveling inside and little fleas, removed the idea of his brain, he gripped Lynn's hand and, to his surprise, automatically grew calm.
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He felt hot and sweaty Catherine's skin under his fingers, as he grabbed her by the waist, lie her in bed and stood over her. They had just made love, a few minutes earlier, but still were not satisfied. Nothing more eye contact while recovering calm, they realized it.
Vincent's skin burned, and only wished Cat happen again another ice cube by it, as she kissed him passionately.
His whole body shuddered when she touched his back, and felt the cold water running through it.
He kissed her opening his mouth, seeking her tongue and tangling with her ... while Cat let the ice to slide down her back, reaching his firm buttocks and legs. He felt cold ran down, but it was not enough ... No. further ado he penetrated strongly. He knew that was the only way that their bodies had just not melting in the heat devoured them.
They continued kissing. Catherine dipped her fingers in his short hair and pulled him toward her even more. She was eager for his mouth, and he kisses ... well ... it was all a bit, to calm their craving another.
Sweat soaked them ... the sheets stuck, Cat's back, the palms of his hands, his knees ... Everything was water around ... Water and heat ...
Vincent moved his hips pushing harder into her. Cat, feeling as inside as she had ever felt before him, began to say his name ... First as a whisper... .. and then she was saying higher, until feeling a deep and long orgasm, she shouted with all her might. Vincent closed his eyes, leaning heavily with his hands on the bed and pushed last while, that pleasure washed over him.
Cat kept screaming as her whole body shuddered ...
Vincent closed his eyes and felt his muscles tense to feel the incredible pleasureas he heard with delight, as she cried out his name one time or another ... nothing was like that ... Nothing ... He went inside her until which he was relaxing and it had no strength in his body to keep above her. He opened his eyes, to kiss her ... but then realized that Cat was not with him, and instead, was just the mark of her body, drawn in sweat, in the savannah ... Nothing more ..
He turned desperately looking for her, but she was not ... The room was empty ... That was the exact word for it. There was nothing else in that room, that bed and him...
He got off the bed quickly ... but there was no ground to lean on ... just water ... Dark water that wrapped around fall into it and that prevented him from seeing anything around him. He turned frightened, desperate to feel the water threatened to enter his lungs and then, in the distance, he heard her voice saying his name.
Instinctively he moved to where he thought was that voice and saw a bright white light ... He had to get there ... had to get out to search her, to go to her ... to protect her to feel her and above all, to live because without her there was no life ... With great effort came to light. He opened his eyes and breathed, filling his lungs with force, just before saying her name ...
-¡Catherine!
She opened her eyes suddenly, as she sat on the bed. She had heard her name ... Vincent had just scream her name!
She tried to scream his name, but could not ... her throat ached as if he had spent the night screaming ... He realized right away that it had all been just a dream, and remembered clearly where she was she and where he was.
She looked scared around him as she gulped hard. The light coming through the small windows with wooden shutters, of her room, and it said it had already dawned.
She turned to the old trunk that served as a nightstand and picked up her mobile. Her husband had to have heard her message ... There was 8 in the morning ... had long had commanded. She looked eagerly messages, but there was nothing.
She lay in bed clutching the phone in her chest and fixed her eyes on the ceiling of dark wooden beams. She realized then that she was sweating.
Before hearing the voice of her husband, calling, she recalled that she was having an intense and vivid erotic dream with him.
She closed her eyes, trying with all her might pick up again. He was wonderful to feel his hands down her body, feel his mouth taking possession of hers, again caress the skin of his back and back to feel him inside her, and suddenly she smiled. She remembered ice, ice in her hands, as dropping it Vincent's back ... Sigh ... it was normal was sweating ... Just thinking, her whole body was beginning to burn.
She opened her eyes, letting the feelings happen ... could not afford to fall now that ... Nothing could extinguish the volcano that burned inside her until he was again with her ...
She turned to look at the phone.
What the hell was he doing at that time? ¿Risking his life? ... Fighting against Consortium members? ... Implement the plan Lynn? ... He had told her he could not take too much time ... things had to be speeded up ... They could not go on like this and especially they could not be more time apart.
She sat up slightly and saw the notebook, which Rebecca had put in the suitcase, in the charming wooden desk painted black, was between the two narrow mullioned windows that were opposite the bed.
She had reread all that night, after having left the message to Vincent. She needed to.
She took a deep breath.
She sat at all, again, and decided to get up. Her bladder was about to explode. Gently she grabbed the bottom of the bulging belly and got out of bed.
Thank God the heating had begun to operate at full power a few days before and had warmed, rooms with thick stone walls, turning in cozy rooms ... but still, it was hard to forget her first night there, tucked inside a sleeping bag, crying quietly, grief and pain of being separated from him.
He went quickly to the bathroom of the room, not stop thinking about what actions to take from now. She was released with her liquid load relief and then take off the Vincent's shirt, that she used to sleep, and collected the hair in a high bun, got into the shower.
She let the hot water fell on her body as she soaped.
She had to talk to Angus ... could not sit still waiting for everything to break out when the children were born. She had to make him give his version of events and of course, wanted to go to that cave, to that place that Rebecca described in such detail. Needed to see with her own eyes ...
Hair was lathered, thinking that would give them the opportunity, that Rebecca asked her in her note at the beginning of the story, but still could not help feeling distrust of each of its movement towards her.
Suddenly, the thought of mistrust, she remembered her father. She smiled. Her subconscious mind not yet distrusted Bob. Did he know anything about this? She opened the shower faucet at full pressure and was letting the soap abandon her body.
Part of her denied that he was capable of having hidden something, but again, did nothing but tell that to his father everything was possible, whenever he considers that his actions were good for him, his family and his interests, and not necessarily in that order ... but really, could he have been able?
With an incipient anger, she wrung the water from her hair, and left the shower, putting on a bathrobe they had left him. A white and undefiled bathrobe that smelled of lavender.
She dressed quickly, with elastic waist jeans and black wool jersey, and took a cloth bag to put the Rebeca's notebook, threw it over her shoulder. She saw the gem on the table. He had been hanging from her neck while reading .. Her nerves were sickened children and do not stop moving. She took it and left in a drawer. She took a deep breath and left the room to go down to breakfast with the decision, to find out everything she could about what Rebecca had told her ... and the sooner the better.
She walked down the short hallway windows in pointed arch, on your right, which led to large stone stairs leading to the street level, and then to the semi basement.
She carefully descended the first two flights of stairs and unavoidably made an eye on the emerging museum that was forming with everything they had brought with them on the freighter.
Once their safety was guaranteed order was given to a transport company, private, to take charge of the charge is made. Two days later everything had come to the island uneventfully. Angus never had any doubt about it. If they had been able to close the tunnel, they did not care the least all that, ... and the fact that they had been able to exploit Sam's lab, the only remaining entry and condemning all that to ruin, ratified even more so, that idea.
Cat headed toward the high walnut doors and saw two young men were busy putting the skeleton of an ancient beast, perfectly reconstructed, in a vertical display case. She glanced down and saw the urn thick glass, which would involve. I could not help but feel some regret, to see something with this much power, dead, and presented as a small work of art, though she knew no one would consider as well. For all the people of the island were something that linked the past and present ... Those bones belonged to their heroes. Its opening would be a great event ... a joy is felt in the air, as if something lost had returned home ...
She ducked her head and moved from side to side. She needed answers, if wanted, as Rebecca asked, open your mind and understand why they had not told the whole story and the real importance of their children.
She sighed and without wasting more time again and descended the stairs to the great room under vaulted ceiling, simulating a crypt, which served as a dining room. Its stone walls and ceiling and small windows, gave at first a sense of oppression ... but once you sat on the chairs of black wood, the large oval table, everything was at the ideal height, and the feeling changed completely. Take a look through the windows and see the sky in shades of gray and green infinity landscape ... Cat helped even more when I she saw the first time could only say a word "Evocative" ... and everyone proved her right.
Upon entering she saw Dana, talking to Heather on down to town to buy some things in stores there.
Bob was sitting next to them, but kept her eye fixed in a paper that was placed next to his coffee cup.
Cat looked, wish them good morning, left the bag with the notebook hanging from the back of a chair, and went to get her breakfast. The others greeted immediately and did not stop her, while Cat, her first meal was served.
Miss Elliot, the lady who attended them, had left on a long side table everything necessary for a full breakfast, including the porrigde, it typically Scottish, consisting of a bowl of oatmeal with water or milk. It was extremely healthy, but had not convinced her too. Passed over the bowl where oats were and went to tea. She took a small plate with black pudding with pear jam, lot easier to take for her, and spiced tea.
When she had everything ready, she took a deep breath, turned and went to sit at the table, not without some difficulties. The belly was starting to be a real nuisance.
Bob looked up from the papers, took off his glasses and smiled at his daughter.
- Cat ... You look tired. Did not you sleep well? ...
Cat took a brief sip of her tea and set the cup on the table.
- Not...
The three stared at her.
Bob took off his glasses. Something told him that things were not going well.
- Something has happened?
Cat shook her head up and down.
- Yes ... Dad ... that you and I need to talk ...
He looked at Dana and Heather. Her expression softened slightly.
- Sorry girls ... could you ...?
The two nodded together.
- Do not mention it ... We have things to buy those kids ... time flies. - Dana said, looking at Cat's belly, then looked at Bob staring - I don't want the blood splattering me. What will you have done?
Bob shrugged.
- Nothing…. - Then he looked at his daughter and raised an eyebrow -. I think...
Heather and Dana glanced at each other. They finished breakfast in a seen and unseen.
They got up, grabbed their bags and gave her a kiss on the Cat's cheek, as she thanked them.
Dana went to Bob and see him face looked guilty. She shook her head from side to side, frowned and despite her misgivings about his apparent innocence, kissed him on the lips. Then came behind Heather.
Cat's cheek saw them leave and when they were alone, simply take her cup of tea table and picked up the bag that had come down from her room.
- You better put the glasses back ...- handed him Rebecca's notebook.
He took it, intrigued.
- What is this?
- Rebecca put it in the suitcase that gave me with clothes that were in the house of Riverside.
Bob put on his glasses, and left the notebook on the table.
Cat dropped into the back of the chair, ready to wait whatever it took. The children began to move slowly. She could clearly notice their little legs, digging into her ribs.
His father opened slowly and nothing else, do it, saw the note that Rebecca had left for Cat ... He began to read:
"Catherine,
I can not let you go without you read this ... They should have told you so long ago, but deep down, they are afraid that their last hope disappears ... "
- Oh! Damn! .- was all he could say, as closed his eyes.
It was already morning when Mark and Emily, got off the motorcycle and slowly removed their helmets.
Mark, saying nothing, approached the stairs amounting to huge porch, white wood. the of Reynolds's house, in Mountak. It was cold and had been frozen on the motorcycle. They needed to get warm.
Emily stood behind him, stop, not knowing what to do.
Mark turned around and took a deep breath.
- I know this is amazing for you ... but you have to make the effort to trust me until we can talk to Vincent.
She did not say anything. She kept stopping and Mark then realized she was shaking.
He went down, decided the first step, and went to her. He stood beside her, and gulping, and very slowly, left the motorbike helmet on the ground and hugged her.
He did not know how she would react, but closed his eyes and hoped that would not get to scream and let him depart.
Mark heard the sound of helmet wearing Emily, to hit the ground and noticed as she surrounded him with her arms as she leaned her head on his shoulder ... and as started to mourn ...
Mark simply grab her harder and be there, saying nothing until she cease to do so.
He recalled for everything that just happened and could not fail to recognize that it must have been a terrifying experience for her.
The Anthony Lucca's men, stopped shooting after emptying the charger, while they were crawling on all fours through the duct.
Mark heard, Emily breathlessly, wondering if these thugs would be able to follow them Something told him no.
According to the plan that he had studied, if still a little straight come into a room that looked directly with the hall, carrying the emergency exit from that museum area.
- No ... there is a way using just below the temple room of Egypt, which directly overlooks the park ... I think it will be better that, get out of here, on 5th Avenue ... .- Emily said reflected fear in her voice, but also safely.
Mark could not help thinking that maybe Emily was not just trust him and was leading directly into the hands of security personnel.
She realized he did not answer, and that Mark, kept moving the grille and added:
- You asked me to trust you ... now you trust in me ... Vincent notice me that this could happen ... No surprise caught me ... .- maybe that was true, but it was also true that she was very scared.
Mark stopped moving grille and looked at her, well, rather looked the lower part of his body that was what was in front of him. In an act of involuntary respect, he bowed his head and nodded.
- Okay ... here we go.
He was following her, ventilation ducts, until a bend ending in a grid of yellow.
- It's the end, if I was not mistaken we are on the museum wall, facing the park ... Above us are the halls of Egypt.
He stopped when he reached the grid.
- Do you think they may have come here?
Mark shook his head.
- I have no idea…
Emily laughed nervously.
- Well, we'll know soon ... Let me some space to turn around ...
Mark leaned back and Emily sat down to kick him to then grille .
Nothing else to do it, she went out. Did not want to to be inside that place any longer.
Mark rushed behind her, with his gun in hand.
They stood up and saw that they were in a spacious room with material exposure: Display windows, pedestals marble, steel and wood, pockets of all sizes and different intensities, tripods and small accessories to place statues ... The light came through narrow windows with glass, opaque, which was located in the upper part of the wall opposite to by which they had entered.
- Possibly the ventilation tunnel ends in the street, but do not think we can remove that grid just kicking ...
Mark looked at the point where they had left. According to the plans the output was just below the stairs of the Museum that opened onto 5th Avenue.
- I think it was a good idea out here ... These thugs doubt be able to intuit ...
Emily turned and Mark could see the fear in her eyes.
- But surely they are outside, waiting for us ... right?
Mark nodded.
- Yes, but the perimeter of this museum is great ... it is difficult to cover it all, only two men ...- he told her, and she thought he noticed in his voice, a slight relief.
Mark started walking toward the wall of windows. If there was a way out, just as Emily said, would have to be out there.
As they walked, dodging material, Emily could not help asking.
- Were they professionals, of truth?
Mark smiled. He lifted his head and saw a narrow staircase on one side of the wall. He gestured to Emily so that she follow him.
- Yes, they were ... .but we were lucky ... if they had been bad boys "of truth", we'd be dead ...
He said casually, as if he had already assimilated and Emily looked at him in disbelief.
- Are there worse?
- Yes ... much worse. - Mark assured her, reaching then the stairs -. Bingo! .- There was a small door at the bottom and most importantly, could be opened from the inside.
Emily said nothing, but was behind him, toward it.
They opened it carefully and went outside. Just outside they realized they were just under the glass roof of the great hall of Egypt, where the Mastaba was, the Sphinx and sources.
They quickly penetrated into Central Park. Mark looked back a moment when it could already see the entire museum and saw the two thugs, they were right on the corner facing the park. Both looked at them, and then just started running.
- Shit! They have seen us! ... Run!
- What? .- She screamed.
Mark took her hand and the two began a run across roads and fields of green grass in the park. They had to go out to a street, soon and get a vehicle, or the bad boys would end up reaching them.
The two vehicle owners had almost no time to react. Mark grabbed the keys to the man, and told Emily that put the helmet of women.
- Please, sir, I need your helmet ... - said as he climbed on the bike and Emily did the same.
The man gave without objection.
Mark thanked him. He put it on, buttoned it to the neck and just as he started the engine, the two hit men of the Consortium went out into the street just 20 meters from them.
- Hold on tight! .- Mark shouted Emily.
She did and Mark accelerated all that gave the motorcycle.
De Lucca's men stared as fleeing, with the guns in hand and face frustration.
Before disappearing definitely in traffic, Mark glanced in the rearview mirror and saw one of them, make a phone call.
He made sure that Emily was well clinging to him and began to think that way catch, to leave the city as quickly as possible.
For all that was normal at the end, when it is believed minimally safe, Emily expel, in the form of crying, all the fear, she wore inside.
No it became a minute, she embraced him, but when separated, could only apologize.
- I am sorry…. Sorry ... .but ... but I could not more ...
- Do not worry ... Come, come inside you need to rest and get warm ... .- said, offering his hand.
She nodded, took it and got carried away.
They collected helmets and entered the house. Mark, quickly turned on the heater, and some lights. Then he led to the second floor and settled into the guest room.
- You have the bathroom inside the room ... you can take a shower if you want ... I'll get you some towels ...
While Emily was dropped on the bed, Mark opened the closet. He started looking and found two large towels and a blanket. He leave them on the bed and when he went to close the door, he realized that there was also a bag.
He took it and when he opened it what he saw left him cold. An orange jumpsuit of Rikers!
- What the hell is this doing here ?. - She took him out and saw a side of the chest put a name -. "Keller" .- read quietly. Nothing else read it, he remembered all ...
Seeing that Emily had not heard anything, he puts it back in the bag and put it in the attic closet. That was ancient history, better leave it there.
Then he approached her, asking if she wanted something to eat, but then realized that she had fallen asleep. Slowly, he placed the blanket over her, pulled a lock of her blond hair eyes and pulled down the shade on the balcony.
Sighing closed the door and down the hall. He, yes was hungry. Look if there was anything left in the freezer precooked ... His father always had that refrigerator well stocked, in case necessary.
Found some pasta with mushrooms ...He prepared it in the microwave and went the dinning room. He took out his mobile from his pocket and placed it on the table ..
He turned on the television, as he got comfortable, ready engulf their frugal meal, accompanied by a beer ... but could not, because hunger suddenly, disappeared.
The first thing he saw were the forests on the outskirts of Washington burning, and knew at once, without having to hear it, that had started near the hospital of Hope, and that this, had burned to the ground ...
*** Black pudding: Gala ... thanks.
Thank you for your patience beasties and for keep reading this story ... I hope you like ... Ana
To be continue…