DISCLAIMER: All rights belong to Kate Brian
Dedications: JennyLange, my most avid reviewer.
A/N: Sorry if this isnt as good as you expected, cause I'm still trying to get used to Noelle's personality. I'm really relying on my copy of Vanished for this one.
A strong gust of wind filled our BLS meeting place and the candles that once shared with us its warmth and glow were blown out. Almost at once, I knew this was the chance I had been waiting for.
I slipped off quietly to one of the doors and let out a scream, then banged on the walls and door for effect as I tipped the contents of my bag to the floor before dropping my bag. I then left the old wreck, running towards the two glowing lights up ahead, which proved to be the family limousine. We then drove off, leaving Reed to wonder where I had gone. Everything was going according to plan.
~Flashback~
My new iPhone rang. The caller ID read Lenora. Great. Just what I needed after discovering Reed is actually my sister. I reluctantly answered the phone.
"Yes, grandmother?" I said, trying to sound polite although I was close to swearing at her for calling me at this ungodly hour of three in the morning.
"Have you told her?" she asked.
"Told who?"
"Reed,"
"No. I just can't. I don't know how,"
"I knew you hadn't"
"How?"
"Because I know everything,"
Maybe In had gotten my arrogance from her.
"So what do you suggest, I keep it from her so she'll never have my Lange fortune?" I mused.
"No, child. I have a plan."
"Okay. Whatever. Get it done then fill me in,"
"It's not that simple. We're going to need your help."
~End of Flashback~
That's how it began. I picked up my spare iPhone, and texted Reed's number with what my grandmother wrote.
WE HAVE NOELLE LANGE. IF YOU GO TO THE POLICE, SHE DIES. IF YOU GO TO HER FAMILY, SHE DIES. IF YOU GO TO THE HEADMASTER, SHE DIES. YOU WILL FOLLOW OUR EVERY INSTRUCTION TO THE LETTER, OR SHE WILL DIE. THE GAME IS ON, REED BRENNAN. THE PRIZE? NOELLE'S LIFE.
I hit send, then snickered. I wish I could have seen the look on Reed's face when she got the text. She probably didn't sleep. Or shower. Maybe she couldn't even change her underwear. Ugh. How disgusting. If she keeps this up, they are never going to let her go to the Hamptons with me.
I wonder what I am to do in the next two weeks. Go to the spa, get my hair done, a professional manicure and shopping in Paris, perhaps? As for what Reed is going to do, I can only say it's not going to be pretty. Although I wish I could be there to watch her humiliation.
Seven hours passed and I woke up, fully refreshed. I wonder how Reed is doing. I wonder if she could sleep the night before. Now I had to wait for further instructions for my grandmother. I really hate this—not being in charge, I mean.
I got dressed and headed to the spa. Sitting around like this bored me to no end.