True Love Once One is Removed
Chapter 15: Deja Vu
Chris ran to the patio doors, and pushed past them as he reached the outside. From the distance he saw the blood trail on the ground. Walking quieting and hushing his rapid breaths he walked close to see what the commotion was about. Having noticed all the police officials swarming the scene. John Black, father to the asshole who kept getting in his way was among the few looking or eyeing a piece of paper. From afar he couldn't make it out but when he saw 'cabin' and knew what it had to be. Then he dropped his gaze to the ground. His breathing slowed to a stop as he saw all the blood that lay on it. HE caught himself from falling when he saw AJ's silver purse smeared in streaks of red.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked for any body's that would be contained in black bags. He sighed at first but then noted the ambulance's their. The body (s) could have been on there. Something told him Brady had to have been here if John was eyeing the scene among them. Then that's when he heard someone approaching. Ducking back into a bush he washed as the old fellow approached John. Realizing it was now Victor Kiriakis. Chris hid under a bush and placed his ears fully against the tall green bush to get a better reception.
Victor taped John on his shoulder roughly and began speaking the minute he had his focus, "My grandson, your son went off in the limo."
John raised an eyebrow in attempt to figure what he was trying to say and just gave up when he asked, "So what does that have to do anything. I know Brady's alive and well but we're trying…"
Victor interrupted as he said, "and he wasn't alone. He carried a very dressed young lady with long dark brown hair. Her evening gown had apparently been stained in red which I could only assume was her blood. But the driver recognized the girl as Greta von Amburg." Now it was Victors turn for questioning, "Now why would Brady be caring her of all people and none tonight did I ever see Greta, did you? And where is Philip? I haven't seen him since he left for the bathroom."
Nicole came walking up to Victor as she snidely said, "Neither have I. But you know who I did see that looked familiar that wasn't the goody princess of whatever."
John droned out the conversation as his eyes went wide and he was able to hear the last comments said from Nicole's mouth as she said, "Philip's ex, Chloe wasn't it?"
Then that's when it all clicked to John and he eyed the address to the paper again. Quickly walking off he yelled, "I've got to go find Brady! He could be in danger."
After quietly listening Chris was relieved to hear his AJ had still been alive. Though she was being heavily guarded by Brady. But Chris formalized a plan in his head that would put a stop to this game once and for all. It would take some heavy planning but in the end he would have AJ. Getting up from the ground he had just been about ready to leave when he saw the idiotic ex to Chloe Lane come running by. Having not even saw him as he did so. Chris looked to the boys hand and saw him carrying a phone.
Without even thinking he began searching the pockets of jacket for it.
'Damn' Chris thought as he looked to Philip. He had his phone and at any time could get a phone call from Stefano with information. Planning his next actions carefully. Chris reached into his jacket and from his shoulder strap reached for his gun. Pointing to the air he fired two very loud shots and watched as they all dropped to the ground and cover their ears. Noticing how Philip among them had dropped his phone in the process of his own protection. Running to snatch up the phone he sprinted and reached for the phone quietly running off with it.
Hearing the steps approaching, Philip looked up just in time to watch the guy from earlier make out in a full dash out the garden. Sprouting up Philip was hot on his tail trailing behind carefully. Having wanted to tell his father about the phone conversation he had had on the phone. The phone that was now back in the hands of its owner. The owner who in which had information about Chloe.
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Brady listened to the person pound on the door once more on the door. He turned looking at Chloe still resting peacefully and was about to get up and open the door when a chill ran down his back fiercely. And a wave of a killer headache came to his mind. His eyelids fluttered rapidly and his eyes shot to he back of his head. Holding his head with his hands to steady the spinning of his room, Brady went into a dream of sorts. Except it wasn't a dream as more of déjà vu type of happening.
*In his mind Brady went back to the garden. But only it was different, the garden was inside but still outside. Just only a piece of the inside of a lavish room had the setting of the garden. He looked around and Chloe was with him. Though it wasn't Chloe, it was AJ. And her eyes was swarming the perimeters of the place as they danced. But every time her eyes met back with his she smiled to him and he smiled back. She leaned to his ears and whispered, "You shouldn't be here. I can't save your life all the time. This can be dangerous and I don't want you here, Brady. Go. I know I may look like your past love who died, but that's all I can ever be to you. The girl you see me as who I am not. So please go."
Brady continued to dance and refused to hear what she tried to say. Until he looked to her eyes and noticed her attention wasn't on him. Reading her eyes he turned around to the figure staring back at them. Then he felt him self being let go by. His hands had been no longer intertwined with hers. She had let him go and began walking to the figure that stood in front of him. Then as quickly as she had been walking away, she was turning her gaze to someone with a gun.
Looking between the two she ran to one and the gunshot had already began firing. Next thing Brady could remember was her sprawled over him once again. This time she was crying as his head laid in her lap. Her tears were running down her face in long streams and she began sobbing uncontrollably. Pushing his hair back and combing through. She swayed with him, holding him tightly in a loving embrace.
And all Brady could feel was feeling of helplessness as she pleaded with him to come back to her. He couldn't respond to her and he just watched through dim eyes the everlasting vision of her painful cry. As all vanished and the only he could remember seeing was the portrait of a sad Chloe.*
Waking up woozy from whatever had overtaken Brady for the short term it did he looked around the room dazed. He had no longer been in the bedroom with Chloe but in the living room. And he hadn't been alone either. Laying unconscious beside him had been his father who he was tied to.
Then Brady felt a chill run across his face and he saw that the front door of the cabin had been left wide open. In came a figure from the shadows of the night outside. At first not being able to make out the face he soon realized he had no need to be threatened.
Philip walked over to were Brady and John sat tied together on the ground. Rushing over he said, "What happened? That guy most of got you guys first. I saw him speed away before I pulled up. I would of came sooner but I wasn't sure if I should. He left with someone else in his arms. Though I couldn't make out who they were. Hey, Brady! You hear me?" Philip finally asked as he saw that Brady held sight cascaded down. "Am I missing something?" he questioned.
"No, but I am" he sighed as he looked up to Philip.
Finally being released from the containing of the ropes around his wrist, Brady turned to see if his father had been okay. Brady couldn't help but wonder what happened as he saw John roughly shake his head. As if trying to gain his wits about him back. "What happened, Dad?"
John through him a confused look and said, "Your telling me, you don't remember?"
"No I don't. Should I remember? I mean how and when did you get here, Dad. And Chloe…" Brady said without continuing the thought as he just got up and walked into the room where Chloe had once been. It had been cleared empty and traces of blood lay dripping out the room and paved all the way to front door. Following the blood, Brady saw it led all the way to the driveway and it ended. But there were tires streaks left in its place. Walking back inside into the cabin he looked to John and Philip's face then said, "She's gone."
"Who's gone son?" John asked as if he had missed something.
Philip interjected and replied, "Chloe. That's who that guy had been carrying, Brady? You knew all along she was alive and you didn't say anything! Maybe if you did none of this would of happened! Next time you should…"
Then Philip was stopped as his mouth was met with Brady's fist. "Why don't you just shut the hell up for once, eh Phil. (Turning to John) Now dad what is the last thing you exactly remember? Maybe I can remember by having some of your input."
John sighed if his son couldn't remember. He wasn't sure if he wanted to remind him of the showdown that had taken place before he had been knocked out. "Are you sure?"
Brady only nodded as John sighed once more and began, "It all started when I….."
TBC…..
Chapter 15: Deja Vu
Chris ran to the patio doors, and pushed past them as he reached the outside. From the distance he saw the blood trail on the ground. Walking quieting and hushing his rapid breaths he walked close to see what the commotion was about. Having noticed all the police officials swarming the scene. John Black, father to the asshole who kept getting in his way was among the few looking or eyeing a piece of paper. From afar he couldn't make it out but when he saw 'cabin' and knew what it had to be. Then he dropped his gaze to the ground. His breathing slowed to a stop as he saw all the blood that lay on it. HE caught himself from falling when he saw AJ's silver purse smeared in streaks of red.
A tear rolled down his cheek as he looked for any body's that would be contained in black bags. He sighed at first but then noted the ambulance's their. The body (s) could have been on there. Something told him Brady had to have been here if John was eyeing the scene among them. Then that's when he heard someone approaching. Ducking back into a bush he washed as the old fellow approached John. Realizing it was now Victor Kiriakis. Chris hid under a bush and placed his ears fully against the tall green bush to get a better reception.
Victor taped John on his shoulder roughly and began speaking the minute he had his focus, "My grandson, your son went off in the limo."
John raised an eyebrow in attempt to figure what he was trying to say and just gave up when he asked, "So what does that have to do anything. I know Brady's alive and well but we're trying…"
Victor interrupted as he said, "and he wasn't alone. He carried a very dressed young lady with long dark brown hair. Her evening gown had apparently been stained in red which I could only assume was her blood. But the driver recognized the girl as Greta von Amburg." Now it was Victors turn for questioning, "Now why would Brady be caring her of all people and none tonight did I ever see Greta, did you? And where is Philip? I haven't seen him since he left for the bathroom."
Nicole came walking up to Victor as she snidely said, "Neither have I. But you know who I did see that looked familiar that wasn't the goody princess of whatever."
John droned out the conversation as his eyes went wide and he was able to hear the last comments said from Nicole's mouth as she said, "Philip's ex, Chloe wasn't it?"
Then that's when it all clicked to John and he eyed the address to the paper again. Quickly walking off he yelled, "I've got to go find Brady! He could be in danger."
After quietly listening Chris was relieved to hear his AJ had still been alive. Though she was being heavily guarded by Brady. But Chris formalized a plan in his head that would put a stop to this game once and for all. It would take some heavy planning but in the end he would have AJ. Getting up from the ground he had just been about ready to leave when he saw the idiotic ex to Chloe Lane come running by. Having not even saw him as he did so. Chris looked to the boys hand and saw him carrying a phone.
Without even thinking he began searching the pockets of jacket for it.
'Damn' Chris thought as he looked to Philip. He had his phone and at any time could get a phone call from Stefano with information. Planning his next actions carefully. Chris reached into his jacket and from his shoulder strap reached for his gun. Pointing to the air he fired two very loud shots and watched as they all dropped to the ground and cover their ears. Noticing how Philip among them had dropped his phone in the process of his own protection. Running to snatch up the phone he sprinted and reached for the phone quietly running off with it.
Hearing the steps approaching, Philip looked up just in time to watch the guy from earlier make out in a full dash out the garden. Sprouting up Philip was hot on his tail trailing behind carefully. Having wanted to tell his father about the phone conversation he had had on the phone. The phone that was now back in the hands of its owner. The owner who in which had information about Chloe.
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Brady listened to the person pound on the door once more on the door. He turned looking at Chloe still resting peacefully and was about to get up and open the door when a chill ran down his back fiercely. And a wave of a killer headache came to his mind. His eyelids fluttered rapidly and his eyes shot to he back of his head. Holding his head with his hands to steady the spinning of his room, Brady went into a dream of sorts. Except it wasn't a dream as more of déjà vu type of happening.
*In his mind Brady went back to the garden. But only it was different, the garden was inside but still outside. Just only a piece of the inside of a lavish room had the setting of the garden. He looked around and Chloe was with him. Though it wasn't Chloe, it was AJ. And her eyes was swarming the perimeters of the place as they danced. But every time her eyes met back with his she smiled to him and he smiled back. She leaned to his ears and whispered, "You shouldn't be here. I can't save your life all the time. This can be dangerous and I don't want you here, Brady. Go. I know I may look like your past love who died, but that's all I can ever be to you. The girl you see me as who I am not. So please go."
Brady continued to dance and refused to hear what she tried to say. Until he looked to her eyes and noticed her attention wasn't on him. Reading her eyes he turned around to the figure staring back at them. Then he felt him self being let go by. His hands had been no longer intertwined with hers. She had let him go and began walking to the figure that stood in front of him. Then as quickly as she had been walking away, she was turning her gaze to someone with a gun.
Looking between the two she ran to one and the gunshot had already began firing. Next thing Brady could remember was her sprawled over him once again. This time she was crying as his head laid in her lap. Her tears were running down her face in long streams and she began sobbing uncontrollably. Pushing his hair back and combing through. She swayed with him, holding him tightly in a loving embrace.
And all Brady could feel was feeling of helplessness as she pleaded with him to come back to her. He couldn't respond to her and he just watched through dim eyes the everlasting vision of her painful cry. As all vanished and the only he could remember seeing was the portrait of a sad Chloe.*
Waking up woozy from whatever had overtaken Brady for the short term it did he looked around the room dazed. He had no longer been in the bedroom with Chloe but in the living room. And he hadn't been alone either. Laying unconscious beside him had been his father who he was tied to.
Then Brady felt a chill run across his face and he saw that the front door of the cabin had been left wide open. In came a figure from the shadows of the night outside. At first not being able to make out the face he soon realized he had no need to be threatened.
Philip walked over to were Brady and John sat tied together on the ground. Rushing over he said, "What happened? That guy most of got you guys first. I saw him speed away before I pulled up. I would of came sooner but I wasn't sure if I should. He left with someone else in his arms. Though I couldn't make out who they were. Hey, Brady! You hear me?" Philip finally asked as he saw that Brady held sight cascaded down. "Am I missing something?" he questioned.
"No, but I am" he sighed as he looked up to Philip.
Finally being released from the containing of the ropes around his wrist, Brady turned to see if his father had been okay. Brady couldn't help but wonder what happened as he saw John roughly shake his head. As if trying to gain his wits about him back. "What happened, Dad?"
John through him a confused look and said, "Your telling me, you don't remember?"
"No I don't. Should I remember? I mean how and when did you get here, Dad. And Chloe…" Brady said without continuing the thought as he just got up and walked into the room where Chloe had once been. It had been cleared empty and traces of blood lay dripping out the room and paved all the way to front door. Following the blood, Brady saw it led all the way to the driveway and it ended. But there were tires streaks left in its place. Walking back inside into the cabin he looked to John and Philip's face then said, "She's gone."
"Who's gone son?" John asked as if he had missed something.
Philip interjected and replied, "Chloe. That's who that guy had been carrying, Brady? You knew all along she was alive and you didn't say anything! Maybe if you did none of this would of happened! Next time you should…"
Then Philip was stopped as his mouth was met with Brady's fist. "Why don't you just shut the hell up for once, eh Phil. (Turning to John) Now dad what is the last thing you exactly remember? Maybe I can remember by having some of your input."
John sighed if his son couldn't remember. He wasn't sure if he wanted to remind him of the showdown that had taken place before he had been knocked out. "Are you sure?"
Brady only nodded as John sighed once more and began, "It all started when I….."
TBC…..
