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A/N:I had to take a small break after the last chapter.

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Seraphina Harrison soon to be Williams had always been described as a carefree and cheerful woman. There was almost nothing that would really give her the creeps, no matter how awful it was. She always kept an overly positive actitude and never backed down from a challenge. That was until she decided to check on her friend's welfare.

She hadn't been seeing Margarita as much as she would have wished to, planning a wedding was really hard. You have to take care of the guests, the seats, the church, the decorations, the flowers, the food, the restaurant, the invitations... And given the great 'enthusiasm' of her fiance and soon to be husband, she had to deal with it all by herself. She swore she sometimes desired to smack on the head to Albert with a baseball bat. That cheeky slacker.

Anyway she needed a break, and how could she relax better than paying a visit to her best girl friend since uni? She dialed her number in her phone.

"Hi! I'm Margarita, and now I'm probably working so leave a message when the signal rings and I'll call you. ... Is it over? Do I really need to have this voicemail, Seraphi- *BIP!*"

Seraphina frowned and hung the phone, she always had her mobile on. It wasn't her to turn it off or ignore it, not even when she was working on an autopsy. She tried calling again. And again she recived the same voice mail.

"Margarita? It's me, Seraphina. You weren't answering your phone, so I'm leaving you this message. I hoped that if you had time we could hang out later, you know like the good old times. Anyway, call me later when you're finishe- *BIP!*"

She really hoped she would call her later.

Later that night, while Albert got ready for bed, she stood over the bed, looking at her phone. There was not even a fucking message, nor a voicemail or a missed call. What the hell was wrong with her? Confused she dialed her house's number. And waited. There was no response.

Bitting her lip in worry, she tried to call again. And again, no one answered. She felt the bed shift when Albert sat on her, and soon, two strong arms embracing her from behind and two warm lips deposited kisses on her neck.

"You ready for bed, hun?" Albert whispered in her ear. She couldn't stop the pleasured shiver that ran down her spine, but now she wasn't in the mood for a passionate session of lovemaking. Not when her friend was missing.

"I'm not in the mood, Albert. Please I'm tired." She said with a sour tone while still looking at her phone. Seraphina felt her fiance sigh in resignation.

"You don't need to worry about her; you know Margarita, she's a grown independent woman. She's probably on a vacation."

"But she never takes a vacation! At least not without calling us first!" She sid exhasperated.

"Maybe she didn't want to bother you, since y- us have been too busy with the wedding preparations." Albert tried to soothe her, even when he knew that they were the only friends in Margarita's life, and that she would never take a vacation without advising them first to take her of her plants. However, he didn't want to upset his wife to be so he remained silent.

Seraphina was to tired to think more about the issue, so she opted to get in the bed with her future hubby and get some decent sleep. Maybe tomorrow thinks would clear by itselves.

She didn't know how wrong she was.

The next four days remained the same, without any news from Margarita. Seraphina tried to relax, thinking about what her fiance had said to her. Maybe she had taken a small break from work and everything, and not wanting to bother them a month before their wedding she hadn't called them.

The more she thought about it, the more she seemed to believe it. Albert was right, she was a grown woman, with her own mind. If she wanted to take a vacation, she took them without needing to consult anyone about her decision. And the next two days she believed that, until in the ninth day of her disapparition she got a strange call from Mr. Harold, the director of St. Lorenzo Hospital.

"Hello?"

"Are you familiar of Dr. Hernández?" His voice sounded pissed, like really pissed.

"No, but I'm her friend. Did you need something from her?" She inquired.

"Yes, I need to know why the devil she hasn't appeared at the hospital in two weeks without advising us first! Is she sick? Does she have any problem?" The man snarled through the phone.

'Two weeks!? She has been missing work for two weeks!?' She thought with her heart on her throat.

"D-do you want to deliver a message for her?" She said, proud that her worry hadn't made her stammer too much.

"Yes! Tell her that if she doesn't come by tomorrow, she shouldn't bother to come anymore, because she will be fired!" And he hang, making her cringe at his tone of voice.

With shaking hands she dialed the number of Albert.

"Sera, are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Albert, I need you to come with me to Margarita's apartment. I think that something may have happened to her."

The square were Margarita's flat was located was small, surrounded by trees and with a small playground on the center. It was always a cheery place with all those children playing. Now, for Seraphina, it could possibly be the scene of a crime. Albert had told her many times that she shouldn't watch to many crime shows, but what could she possibly think when her best friend and probably bridesmaid was missing?

Ordering Albert to stay in the car, she climbed the steps towards the third floor, and when she found herself in front of the door, Seraphina took a deep breath and pulled the spare keys Margarita had given her in case of emergency. The moment the door was opened she hesitantly pushed it open and gasped at the sight.

Everything seemed a mess. The bookcases where empty since all the books where sprawled on the floor, the furniture were overturned and the windows were broken. It looked like a tornado had been in the room.

Taking slow steps, she headed towards the only bedroom, the door seemed to be left ajar. Her blue eyes widened in horror.

Thousands of papers were sprawled through the room. But the most disturbing thing was that in each one of them was written in different types and sizes the same word, or name.

RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK

RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK

RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK RUVIK...

The ring of the phone made her jump in fright. Returning to the living room, she caught a glimpse of a small phone under the sofa. Thinking it was her boss calling again, she went for it.

"Hello?" She was greeted with static noises.

Seraphina had to cover her ears, but that only made the sounds to grow louder. Her head was starting to ache, she could feel her brain pulse in her skull. The pain was too much. And then she heard it.

"SHE. IS. MINE." A distorted voice screamed at her through the static noises.

Seraphina dropped the phone to the ground and fell to her knees clutching her head. It was going to explode anytime soon if that static noises didn't stopped.

And then, they disappeared, as if nothing had happened. Crawling away from the phone, she ran towards the door and then sprinted towards the car, not caring if the door was left open. She didn't want to be there anymore.

Albert as soon as he saw her appear, opened the door for her and ushered her into the car.

"Honey, are you ok?" He asked looking in the verge of panic.

"Yes I am. Now start the car." She answered in a small voice.

"But Seraphina, you're bleeding."

She touched her upper lip, it was smeared with blood. At some point during her stay in Margarita's apartment, her nose had started to bled. It probably had been caused by that creepy phone call. She shuddered at the memory.

"I'm alright Albert." She said calmer, but with fear on her heart for her friend. "But I need you to drive me to the nearest police station."

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