Disclaimer- Gosh darn it, I missed Vaughn on QVC last night. I still don't
own him! And I don't own the amazing song Crawling by Linkin Park which
sets the scene perfectly!
Author's Little Blurb- Enigma??? As in Enigma, Enigma??? Are you telling me that you're reading TCOS and you haven't read this???? Enigma, this is the prequel to TCOS! Aren't you totally beyond totally confused??? Ack, Enigma! You have to read these before you read TCOS you crazy! And to everyone who I scared, I thank you for reviewing! Hehe, my other stories, the sequels to this, will make you scream even more!
Chapter Twelve
Blood
Crawling in my skin
Consuming all I feel
Fear is how I fall
Consuming what is real
-Crawling Linkin Park
A hand covered Sydney's mouth.
"Don't scream. Your guardian angel is in trouble," came Laura's guiding voice.
"Mom? What do you mean?"
"I'll explain later. Get in the laundry cart."
Sydney got into the laundry cart and covered herself up. How could her mom know about Vaughn? What trouble? She felt the cart start to roll. Soon enough it came to a halt. Sydney peaked out. They were next to a black sedan.
"Get in."
Sydney hopped out of the cart and into the car.
"How do you know about Vaughn?"
"Every member of The Man's organization has a Rambaldi eye tattooed on their wrists. Under it is a chip, implanted under the skin. When The Man gives us orders it vibrates in mores code to all his agents. Today one was sent out to kill CIA Agent Michael Vaughn. I remembered how you said that I had killed your best friend and his father. I put two and two together."
"Do you think they'll kill him?"
"Only if we let them." The car slowed to a stop outside a small house.
"I'll get him, you check the perimeter," said Sydney. She easily picked the lock and walked into his house. Now all she had to do was find him. Traveling around his house she spotted a hallway with three doors. She tried the first door. Bathroom. She turned the knob quietly on the second door. Bingo! There was Vaughn, turned away from her, but more importantly, shirtless.
"Vaughn!"
There was no response. Feeling daring, Sydney climbed into the bed and wrapped her arms around him.
"Vaughn," she whispered into his ear, tickling his abs at the same time. Still no response. Considering the fact that he had been up all last night waiting for their meeting, and then at the hospital, she was not surprised that he was in such a deep sleep. She pulled her arms back and shrieked. They were covered with blood. She flipped him over. His chest and mouth were covered in blood.
Author's Little Blurb- Enigma??? As in Enigma, Enigma??? Are you telling me that you're reading TCOS and you haven't read this???? Enigma, this is the prequel to TCOS! Aren't you totally beyond totally confused??? Ack, Enigma! You have to read these before you read TCOS you crazy! And to everyone who I scared, I thank you for reviewing! Hehe, my other stories, the sequels to this, will make you scream even more!
Chapter Twelve
Blood
Crawling in my skin
Consuming all I feel
Fear is how I fall
Consuming what is real
-Crawling Linkin Park
A hand covered Sydney's mouth.
"Don't scream. Your guardian angel is in trouble," came Laura's guiding voice.
"Mom? What do you mean?"
"I'll explain later. Get in the laundry cart."
Sydney got into the laundry cart and covered herself up. How could her mom know about Vaughn? What trouble? She felt the cart start to roll. Soon enough it came to a halt. Sydney peaked out. They were next to a black sedan.
"Get in."
Sydney hopped out of the cart and into the car.
"How do you know about Vaughn?"
"Every member of The Man's organization has a Rambaldi eye tattooed on their wrists. Under it is a chip, implanted under the skin. When The Man gives us orders it vibrates in mores code to all his agents. Today one was sent out to kill CIA Agent Michael Vaughn. I remembered how you said that I had killed your best friend and his father. I put two and two together."
"Do you think they'll kill him?"
"Only if we let them." The car slowed to a stop outside a small house.
"I'll get him, you check the perimeter," said Sydney. She easily picked the lock and walked into his house. Now all she had to do was find him. Traveling around his house she spotted a hallway with three doors. She tried the first door. Bathroom. She turned the knob quietly on the second door. Bingo! There was Vaughn, turned away from her, but more importantly, shirtless.
"Vaughn!"
There was no response. Feeling daring, Sydney climbed into the bed and wrapped her arms around him.
"Vaughn," she whispered into his ear, tickling his abs at the same time. Still no response. Considering the fact that he had been up all last night waiting for their meeting, and then at the hospital, she was not surprised that he was in such a deep sleep. She pulled her arms back and shrieked. They were covered with blood. She flipped him over. His chest and mouth were covered in blood.