Chapter Three

Camilla waited for Amy to leave the hotel the next morning quietly. She was standing in the alleyway across from the hotel, she had a perfect view of everything. It took her an hour to clean the blood off the windscreen that morning and she was damned if Amy or one of her little pals was going to get away with it. She saw a redhead leave the hotel and took a step foreward. Suddenly someone grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back to the floor. She looked up and saw a smiling Amy standing above her.

"Hello,"

"You!"

"In the flesh."

Camilla quickly jumped up and spun around. Angrily she threw a punch at Amy, but she grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back before pushing her back onto the floor. She stood on Camilla's back unableing her to get up.

"Your pathetic, do you know that? You didn't win last time and your not going to win this time."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because I'm not alone in this."

"You never are, your always to scared to fight your own battles, nothings changed."

"I'm prepared, not scared." amy corrected her stepping off her back.

"You will be scared, I promise."

Amy laughed. "We'll see."

Camilla pulled herself up and glared at Amy who swung her hair over her shoulder and smiled.

"You do reailse that your either going to end up behind bars or dead, don't you?" Amy asked. "Sorry, but it'll be you behind bars this time."

"Like I said Camilla, we'll see."

With a last threatening smile Amy walked out of the alleyway leaving Camilla alone.
Amy didn't even get a glimpse of Camilla all that day and there was no sign of her as she headed home to North Carolina, which couldn't of been good news, and it wasn't. The bright pink spray paint on the front door caught her eye immediatly and even before Amy got out of the car the message was readable. It simply said: Bedroom. With a knot of worry slowly forming within her, she jumped out of the car, burst through the front door and ran upstairs. Surprisingly it was untouched, except for the mirror which in cut of letters from a magazien proudly proclaimed "Gotcha!" Amy gave a little smile.

"Yes you do."

"Really?" the voice asked from behind her.

Amy turned around and gave Camilla a fierce look. "How did you get in?"

"The front door isn't the only way into a house," she replied.

"What did you do?"

Camilla shrugged. "Nothing. Except raid your fridge and borrow a few clothes, that's all."

"What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to remind you I'm going to be everywhere you go, until your behind bars."

It was Amy's turn to smile again. "Sorry to disappoint you. But you'll be behind bars, and this time I'll make sure you stay there."

"The only way i'm going into prison is if I'm sharing a cell with you."

Camilla turned to walk away.

"I have friends you know. Friends who'd just love to get their teeth into you."

"And I have exactly the same type of friends, so I guess we're even there."

Camilla lay on the bed in her hotel room staring at the celing. Her mind was ticking over, planning her next step, but it was Amy's turn to make a move, she'd simply have to wait. She wondered if she'd ever felt any remorse for what'd she'd done. But Camilla highly doubted it, Geri had never had any feelings, she didn't think she did now as Amy either. Turning onto her side Camilla wondered if it was worth it. If the risk of someone recognising her was worth getting revenge. She quickly shook the thought from her mind. Of course it was. She'd waited far too long to simply give up now, if she didn't do it for her then she was going to do it for her family. Camilla had no idea the amount of hurt they must of felt when she was arrested. The almost musical sound of breaking glass brought Camilla back to reality and gut instinct made her roll off the bed onto the floor. She pulled her gun out of her back pocket and jumped back up. Glass was scattered all over the floor, the curtian's flapped widly and a lone brick lay on the floor. She ran to the window and pulled the curtians back in time to see a car speed off. So Amy had been right, she did have friends who wanted to get her. Camilla turned back and in an angry rage picked the brick up and hurled it back through the remaining glass in the window.