This story is first told through Jackson's perspective. It is post Red Eye, about three months to date, give or take. After escaping from the hospital, he sets out to find someone that he has unfinished business with. Maybe some romance, though they both try to suppress it as much as possible. Rated M for the usual reasons because I'm not sure where this story will go. I don't own anything Red Eye, so don't sue. I don't own anything Harry Potter either; I just know that if I had a cat, I would name it Crookshanks because it's cool. So don't sue!
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Chapter Two – Watching
She was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. He still remembered her eyes, those incredible deep hazel green eyes that seemed to stare right through him and the brown hair that colored them wonderful. He recalled her beautiful lips that had been less than an inch away from his that night in the bathroom on the red eye flight to Miami. Despite himself, he had ached to kiss those lips and taste the inside of her mouth. But she was defiant. The bitch had shot him, causing the bullet to lodge right past his ribcage. Then, her father shot him a quarter of an inch away from his heart just as he was about to finish the job. She was beautiful, and she disgusted him. Her feisty nature attracted him, and everything that she stood for appalled him. Jackson watched her from his silver BMW with tinted windows as he planned to follow her home when she got off of work. Her dark, curly hair fell just to her shoulders and framed her face as she flashed a camera ready smile at the married couple that approached. She spoke with them for a moment, laughing at their stupid pleasantries, and handed them a card key. Lisa Reisert rubbed her forehead for a moment before smoothing her dark, silk button down blouse and matching skirt. She pulled out a compact and studied her face in the mirror before taking the shine from her nose with a dash of powder. His eyes swept over her entire body, down her legs, and back up again ever so slowly. He had to admit that her heels brought out the sensuality of her legs. She smiled at the petite redhead next to her and said something as she closed a folder and typed on her computer. He stared at her in awe as she worked; noticing every change in expression and smile forced when customers approached her front desk.
"I can't wait until this night is over," she mouthed, as he read her full lips.
She laughed at something that her small-framed coworker said before getting back to work on her computer. She had no idea how intently she was being watched as she casually went through the motions to do her job.
Oh, trust me, Leese. You can, he thought as he sharpened his twelve inch k-bar.
