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A/N: Sorry I took so long updating. I've just come back from a nice little break in Cyprus. I then was buried in a mountain of homework, had a few test and I've just had 2 teeth removed. I'm 2 more out next week :o( (Not Good). So please review, I could do with a bit of cheering up. Talking about reviews, thanks to hardshoe, lynn, Dream Writer 4 Life for reviewing. And special thanks to Dream Writer 4 Life for proofreading this for me. :o) (Big smile with gaps). So without anymore ramberling, here is the next chapter. R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
Kate's eyes slowly fluttered open. She'd been dreaming of L.A; sunny skies, warm days, her friends and Justin. But her heart fell when she saw that she was still trapped on the same private jet bound for Russia. She had no idea where she was at the moment. As hard as she tried, she couldn't remember how long she'd been asleep for. Her eyes searched around the plane for her uncle, the last person left in her life that she trusted. She didn't know what she would do if he betrayed her too.
She relaxed when she saw him sitting a few seats away. Kate got up and slowly walked towards him. He didn't feel her presence, like he usually did. He was too distracted by the box that lay on his lap. He sifted through the contents 'til he found a photograph. He gently pulled it out and stared at it, completely mesmerised.
Kate stared at it over his shoulder. It was a picture of a boy and a girl. The boy, she assumed, was her uncle when he was about her age, but she no idea who the girl was. The girl had long, soft brown hair, which curled into perfect ringlets. Her eyes were warming and the colour of rich soil. She had deep red lips and her pale skin was covered with light freckles. A gold cross necklace hung around her neck. There was no way to describe her other than beautiful. Her uncle sat next to her, with an arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder, both of them were smiling. Kate had never seen her uncle look so happy.
"She's really beautiful. Who is she?"
Sark's head snapped around: he looked startled for a minute, but relaxed after he saw it was her. Kate sat down in the seat next to him and looked at him as she waited for his answer. He turned the picture away from her slightly, almost as if he was trying to hide it.
"She's someone I knew along time ago," He replied softly.
She expected him to continue but he didn't. Then she noticed a gold cross hanging around his neck. The same one that the girl was wearing in the photo.
"That belonged to her, didn't it?"
"You're a very observant one, aren't you Kate? It did. She gave it to me to help remind me to have some faith," He took it off and placed it around her neck. "I want you to have it. To help give you some faith."
Kate clasped the small cross in her hand. She didn't know how much that cross meant to him, but she had quite a good idea. His eyes seemed sadden to see it go. It amazed Sark how all his defensives that he had build up over the years had disappeared around Kate. Only one other person had ever had that effect on him. It always hurt when he thought of them.
"What happened to her?" Kate asked gently.
His eyes feel to the floor, to hide the emotions that were flooding them. He stood up suddenly and forced himself to regain control.
"I'm going to ask the pilot how much longer it is until we land," He replied.
He walked off. He didn't look at her, not even when he spoke. This puzzled Kate. She twiddled the cross thoughtfully between her fingers. His behaviour had something to do with the girl in the photo. She knew that her uncle didn't like talking about his past, but questions about that girl had unnerved him. And that worried Kate, but also made her more curious. Why did that girl have such an effect on him? But she knew that he probably wasn't going to give her the answers she wanted, so she was left to wonder about that girl, who was a complete mystery to her.
"We'll be landing in fiver minutes," Sark told her, interrupting her thoughts. "You better fasten your seatbelt."
He sat down in the chair next to her. Kate stiffened, as fear gripped her body. They were here already. Sark noticed this and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. She squeezed back as they began the decent down to meet her fate.
After they had landed, Sark helped Kate out of the jet. Kate was almost blinded by the sunlight being reflected off the snow. She squinted at her surroundings. Never before had she seen so much snow. Then she spotted a black limo waiting near the end of the runway. Standing by it was Scar- Face. When he saw her, he gave her a small twisted smile that made her shudder. Sark protectively placed a hand on her arm and guided her to the car. Scar-Face opened the door for them and they slid into the limo. Kate suddenly felt very tired again when she sat down. She closed her eyes for a second to gather her thoughts, and before she knew it, she was sound asleep on her uncle's shoulder.
Sark smiled at his niece fondly. She did posses her mother's immunity to jet lag. He'd always wanted her to be around him. For her to know and to trust him. But not like this. He gently brushed a loose strand of hair off her face. He didn't want her to be around him like this, knowing that he was responsible for taking away her life. He didn't want her to be here. She didn't belong here.
'But you had no other choice,' He told himself firmly. 'If you hadn't brought her here, then someone else would have.'
But these thoughts didn't reassure him. He was troubled by all of this. Something, which hadn't happened in along time. But what other choice did he have?
A/N: What do you think? Feedback is warmly welcomed. Feel free to e-mail me as well. So review NOW! I know that you itching to press that button, lol!
A/N: Sorry I took so long updating. I've just come back from a nice little break in Cyprus. I then was buried in a mountain of homework, had a few test and I've just had 2 teeth removed. I'm 2 more out next week :o( (Not Good). So please review, I could do with a bit of cheering up. Talking about reviews, thanks to hardshoe, lynn, Dream Writer 4 Life for reviewing. And special thanks to Dream Writer 4 Life for proofreading this for me. :o) (Big smile with gaps). So without anymore ramberling, here is the next chapter. R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
Kate's eyes slowly fluttered open. She'd been dreaming of L.A; sunny skies, warm days, her friends and Justin. But her heart fell when she saw that she was still trapped on the same private jet bound for Russia. She had no idea where she was at the moment. As hard as she tried, she couldn't remember how long she'd been asleep for. Her eyes searched around the plane for her uncle, the last person left in her life that she trusted. She didn't know what she would do if he betrayed her too.
She relaxed when she saw him sitting a few seats away. Kate got up and slowly walked towards him. He didn't feel her presence, like he usually did. He was too distracted by the box that lay on his lap. He sifted through the contents 'til he found a photograph. He gently pulled it out and stared at it, completely mesmerised.
Kate stared at it over his shoulder. It was a picture of a boy and a girl. The boy, she assumed, was her uncle when he was about her age, but she no idea who the girl was. The girl had long, soft brown hair, which curled into perfect ringlets. Her eyes were warming and the colour of rich soil. She had deep red lips and her pale skin was covered with light freckles. A gold cross necklace hung around her neck. There was no way to describe her other than beautiful. Her uncle sat next to her, with an arm wrapped tightly around her shoulder, both of them were smiling. Kate had never seen her uncle look so happy.
"She's really beautiful. Who is she?"
Sark's head snapped around: he looked startled for a minute, but relaxed after he saw it was her. Kate sat down in the seat next to him and looked at him as she waited for his answer. He turned the picture away from her slightly, almost as if he was trying to hide it.
"She's someone I knew along time ago," He replied softly.
She expected him to continue but he didn't. Then she noticed a gold cross hanging around his neck. The same one that the girl was wearing in the photo.
"That belonged to her, didn't it?"
"You're a very observant one, aren't you Kate? It did. She gave it to me to help remind me to have some faith," He took it off and placed it around her neck. "I want you to have it. To help give you some faith."
Kate clasped the small cross in her hand. She didn't know how much that cross meant to him, but she had quite a good idea. His eyes seemed sadden to see it go. It amazed Sark how all his defensives that he had build up over the years had disappeared around Kate. Only one other person had ever had that effect on him. It always hurt when he thought of them.
"What happened to her?" Kate asked gently.
His eyes feel to the floor, to hide the emotions that were flooding them. He stood up suddenly and forced himself to regain control.
"I'm going to ask the pilot how much longer it is until we land," He replied.
He walked off. He didn't look at her, not even when he spoke. This puzzled Kate. She twiddled the cross thoughtfully between her fingers. His behaviour had something to do with the girl in the photo. She knew that her uncle didn't like talking about his past, but questions about that girl had unnerved him. And that worried Kate, but also made her more curious. Why did that girl have such an effect on him? But she knew that he probably wasn't going to give her the answers she wanted, so she was left to wonder about that girl, who was a complete mystery to her.
"We'll be landing in fiver minutes," Sark told her, interrupting her thoughts. "You better fasten your seatbelt."
He sat down in the chair next to her. Kate stiffened, as fear gripped her body. They were here already. Sark noticed this and took her hand in his, squeezing it gently. She squeezed back as they began the decent down to meet her fate.
After they had landed, Sark helped Kate out of the jet. Kate was almost blinded by the sunlight being reflected off the snow. She squinted at her surroundings. Never before had she seen so much snow. Then she spotted a black limo waiting near the end of the runway. Standing by it was Scar- Face. When he saw her, he gave her a small twisted smile that made her shudder. Sark protectively placed a hand on her arm and guided her to the car. Scar-Face opened the door for them and they slid into the limo. Kate suddenly felt very tired again when she sat down. She closed her eyes for a second to gather her thoughts, and before she knew it, she was sound asleep on her uncle's shoulder.
Sark smiled at his niece fondly. She did posses her mother's immunity to jet lag. He'd always wanted her to be around him. For her to know and to trust him. But not like this. He gently brushed a loose strand of hair off her face. He didn't want her to be around him like this, knowing that he was responsible for taking away her life. He didn't want her to be here. She didn't belong here.
'But you had no other choice,' He told himself firmly. 'If you hadn't brought her here, then someone else would have.'
But these thoughts didn't reassure him. He was troubled by all of this. Something, which hadn't happened in along time. But what other choice did he have?
A/N: What do you think? Feedback is warmly welcomed. Feel free to e-mail me as well. So review NOW! I know that you itching to press that button, lol!