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Part 2 coming soon.)
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Smiles are hard to fake. My heart was broken and there I was trying to have fun at the cast party for ME2. I kept asking myself how I could possibly have a broken heart. I wasn't even in love with him, was I? A good looking guy, a guy I normally would have been flirting with in a heartbeat asked me to dance. He was tall, blonde, tan, and muscular but he wasn't what I wanted at that time. I smiled, I couldn't help but smile if I didn't Id break down in tears, and declined. I heard him mumble something about me being a lesbian under his breath as he walked away. Normally that would have resulted in one of two things, either a) I make him realize I'm not a lesbian or b) I kick his ass. If I though the guy was hot and a possibility I'd go with a) if he was a loser then b) and all bets were off. Tonight I didn't have the strength for either.
I looked around the room for Alex and Jason. I couldn't stay anymore. The happiness everyone had or seemed to have was hard. Natalie had Pete, Alex and Jason were back on and her dad was in town and Max had found a new family with the Bosleys. Altogether they were the next best thing to a family a girl could have and I AM thankful that I have them but I can't help but to be a teeny bit jealous of both Alex and Nat having something I don't think Ill ever find - love.
I've had it or at least though I did a couple times and every time it was a false alarm. About four and a half hours ago I thought I might have had it for real standing on a rooftop kissing the creepy thin man who really wasn't that creepy after all. I keep telling myself it was one kiss, one kiss out of all the times he tried to kill me. It was just a kiss. No, it wasn't just A kiss it was THE kiss. The one that Prince Charming wakes Snow White with, it was the one Deborah Kerr receives rolling around on the wet beach with what's-his-name in "From Here to Eternity", it was perfect. Let me rephrase that, it would have been perfect if he hadn't been stabbed through the heart and thrown off the building before he could say what he wanted to say to me.
I found Alex and Jason nuzzling in a corner. They looked content. I could only wonder how long until they moved in together, became engaged, got married, and Alex left. I knew I was being silly and that wouldn't happen for a long time but I was pretty down. "Hey, you two," I said still smiling my I-am-so-happy smile.
"Oh, hi Dylan," they said at the same time, straightening their clothes and hair.
"I just wanted to thank you for inviting me and tell you again the movie was great."
"Thanks," said Jason sheepishly.
"Yeah, Thanks Dylan," said Alex. I could tell she wanted me to go so they could get back to what they had been doing. Couldn't blame her.
"I also wanted to say that I'm taking off. I'm really tired so Ill see at the office later." Although tomorrow was Saturday chances were we would have another case. The life of an angel and all that you know.
"Ok see you," she said giving me a hug. I then went to look for Natalie and found her where else dancing the night away with Pete. Even I had to wonder where she got all her energy from especially after that fight she had with Madison. I don't think I could have held my own so long with her. "Nat," I yelled as she wiggled by. "Nat." That time she turned around.
"Hey Dylan. How are you doing?"
"Tired," I said. I was good at holding the smile as long as people didn't ask me how I was. I could feel tears starting to bubble up and smiled even bigger.
"Do you want a ride home?" asked Pete. He was always so nice. I wondered why I couldn't find a nice normal guy like him.
"No, that's ok I was just going to catch a cab."
"Dylan we can give you a ride. We were going to go soon anyway. Ill just run over and tell Alex good-bye and well go," said Nat. I was going to open my mouth to complain but she was already gone. Pete said, "Once she has her mind made up there isn't any changing it." He was right that was Natalie for you, especially if it had to do with helping a friend.
"Ok ready," she said a perky as ever. We headed out to the car. On the way home Pete and Natalie sang along to the radio. I joining in for a little bit but then my mind drifted elsewhere. I was back on the rooftop and Seamus' hands were around my throat. I could feel myself sliding over the precipice and suddenly he was gone and Anthony was pulling me up. I remembered thinking "Great another bad guy" but he pulled me close and I could see the concern in his eyes and they gently darted over me checking for injuries. He held me close to him and could smell his cologne Bvlgari Extreme and thought how the smell suited him. Then I couldn't help it I kissed him or he kissed me or we kissed each other, anyhow we kissed. I couldn't think. One word went through my mind, "WOW!". His hand went into my hair he pulled. It hurt like a bitch. Then I took his in return. He was about to say something. Then I screamed.
"Dylan, Dylan, wake up." It was Natalie. "You're okay it's just a bad dream." I sat there for a moment shaking and out of breath. "I'm going to walk her up to her apartment, Pete."
I shakily got out of the car almost forgetting my purse. Natalie placed her arm around my shoulders and walked me to my small apartment. "Dylan," she said with her concerned mother voice, "If you need anything let me know ok. I might be living with Pete but that doesn't change us or our friendship ok." I nodded in response and fumbled for my key. After dropping it once I opened the door, gave Nat a hug and waved at Pete in the car, saying "I will. After all you are my family." She smiled her dazzling smile and kissed me on the cheek, turned and ran back to the car. I stayed outside and waved till they drove away. Then I tiredly entered my dark apartment.
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I was just starting to come around as I heard the dull thud of a body colliding with the cold damp pavement next to me. My first thought was it was her. I closed my eyes again to try to brace myself for the vision of her body broken like a discarded doll. Before I tried to move I went through a damage assessment. I could feel my feet, legs, arms, fingers. I knew that my spine must be intact as I could feel pain; a hell of a lot of pain. I ascertained that I had dislocated my right shoulder and the upper arm was broken, the one I was laying on, and I was losing a lot of blood through a chest wound that would probably be of sucking variety if the sword had been a bit more either direction. I had been worse off before and probably would again. I forced my self to sit up as sirens wailed in the distance. Looking to the body next to me I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't my Dylan but that Irish bastard that tried to kill the angel and he was still breathing.
The anger I had got the better of me and my better judgment. Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood I used my good arm and relocated my shoulder. The saltiness of the blood made me ill, my stomach turned and I vomited behind a garbage can, scaring a poor stray tabby. I can say never empty your stomach with a sword stuck through your chest, it's a most unpleasant sensation. The Irishman began to stir. Id the most difficult thing I had to do in my life. I had to remove the sword. I was lucky, not being dead yet. I knew if that madman could get off the ground it would mean my end. I prayed to a god that had long since forsaken me that I would survive as I grasp the blade and attempted to push it out the way it came in. As the scarlet blood flowers blossomed more quickly, soaking my shirt and jacket, the Irishman was on his hands and knees moaning a string of curses about Helen. Somehow I managed to remove the sword and it fell to the ground behind me with a loud clatter. Without a second thought I picked up my sword and with all the strength I could muster, using my left hand I ran him through the same way he had me. I then cautiously knelt in front of his so he could see my face, see who had killed him. Once the light in his eyes had left I did as well.
I didn't know where to go. I knew there were two destinations not far from here that I could get help at. One was a back alley doctor. I had used him before on several occasions the last of which being when I worked for McCadden. Dr. Wong was very discrete, he didn't ask questions and he didn't talk to the police. The second choice and my preference of the moment was Dylan's. I could hear the police sirens closing in the distance. I did a quick calculation and determined that Dylan's would be a better choice due to nearness of location. I knew I had to stop the bleeding fast or I wouldn't make it.
I checked my wallet and found a twenty dollar bill. Hoping that would be enough to get me there I flagged down a taxi. To my amazement the first one stopped and I crawled in. "Where to man? A hospital," he asked looking me over. I pulled out the small pad of paper I carried and wrote down her address. "Ok man but I think a hospital would be a better choice," and with that we started down the neon lit streets.
On the way there the thought that I thought over and over was "The kiss was magnificent. She was magnificent. Why did she kiss me? I knew why I kissed her, she was- no I'm not going to use magnificent again even though she was- she was perfect. I'm usually much more eloquent than this but then again I'm not usually dying in the back of a taxi cab either, I then gave ironic chuckle.
"We here man. Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? It's a free ride."
I got out and tried to give the man the money. He shook his head no. I suppose I could understand that, it was a bit blood covered and in this day and age where people have god knows what. "Ok consider this a freebie too," he said then sped off. I looked around and tried to assess the situation. I needed to be quiet. Her downstairs neighbors were home and the front door was how they entered the dwelling as well. I looked at the large oak tree that had branches extending towards her balcony. Normally I would thing nothing of jumping up, grabbing a limb and swinging over but not tonight. So I took the normal approach. I used the front door. Locating my handkerchief I grasped the front knob tightly and picked the lock. I fumbled terribly and had to try to twice to get it right, but I managed. I heard the woman in the downstairs apartment say "Did you hear something, Dan?" To which Dan replied, "Nothing Lenore go back to bathing the dog." I breathed a painful sigh of relief, locked the front door as I had found it and made my way up the long flight of stairs. When I reached the top her door was unlocked. I opened it prepared for a fight, but no one was there. She must have forgotten to lock it.
I went to the bathroom and did the only thing I could think of to stop the bleeding, I ran a tub of cold water and took as much ice from Dylan' refrigerator that was possible. I might have broken the ice dispenser. I then removed my bloody garments except for my boxers and gently sank myself into the icy water which was supposed to slow if not stop the bleeding. I shivered and every hair on my body stood on end. Then I fell into a deep sleep.
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Smiles are hard to fake. My heart was broken and there I was trying to have fun at the cast party for ME2. I kept asking myself how I could possibly have a broken heart. I wasn't even in love with him, was I? A good looking guy, a guy I normally would have been flirting with in a heartbeat asked me to dance. He was tall, blonde, tan, and muscular but he wasn't what I wanted at that time. I smiled, I couldn't help but smile if I didn't Id break down in tears, and declined. I heard him mumble something about me being a lesbian under his breath as he walked away. Normally that would have resulted in one of two things, either a) I make him realize I'm not a lesbian or b) I kick his ass. If I though the guy was hot and a possibility I'd go with a) if he was a loser then b) and all bets were off. Tonight I didn't have the strength for either.
I looked around the room for Alex and Jason. I couldn't stay anymore. The happiness everyone had or seemed to have was hard. Natalie had Pete, Alex and Jason were back on and her dad was in town and Max had found a new family with the Bosleys. Altogether they were the next best thing to a family a girl could have and I AM thankful that I have them but I can't help but to be a teeny bit jealous of both Alex and Nat having something I don't think Ill ever find - love.
I've had it or at least though I did a couple times and every time it was a false alarm. About four and a half hours ago I thought I might have had it for real standing on a rooftop kissing the creepy thin man who really wasn't that creepy after all. I keep telling myself it was one kiss, one kiss out of all the times he tried to kill me. It was just a kiss. No, it wasn't just A kiss it was THE kiss. The one that Prince Charming wakes Snow White with, it was the one Deborah Kerr receives rolling around on the wet beach with what's-his-name in "From Here to Eternity", it was perfect. Let me rephrase that, it would have been perfect if he hadn't been stabbed through the heart and thrown off the building before he could say what he wanted to say to me.
I found Alex and Jason nuzzling in a corner. They looked content. I could only wonder how long until they moved in together, became engaged, got married, and Alex left. I knew I was being silly and that wouldn't happen for a long time but I was pretty down. "Hey, you two," I said still smiling my I-am-so-happy smile.
"Oh, hi Dylan," they said at the same time, straightening their clothes and hair.
"I just wanted to thank you for inviting me and tell you again the movie was great."
"Thanks," said Jason sheepishly.
"Yeah, Thanks Dylan," said Alex. I could tell she wanted me to go so they could get back to what they had been doing. Couldn't blame her.
"I also wanted to say that I'm taking off. I'm really tired so Ill see at the office later." Although tomorrow was Saturday chances were we would have another case. The life of an angel and all that you know.
"Ok see you," she said giving me a hug. I then went to look for Natalie and found her where else dancing the night away with Pete. Even I had to wonder where she got all her energy from especially after that fight she had with Madison. I don't think I could have held my own so long with her. "Nat," I yelled as she wiggled by. "Nat." That time she turned around.
"Hey Dylan. How are you doing?"
"Tired," I said. I was good at holding the smile as long as people didn't ask me how I was. I could feel tears starting to bubble up and smiled even bigger.
"Do you want a ride home?" asked Pete. He was always so nice. I wondered why I couldn't find a nice normal guy like him.
"No, that's ok I was just going to catch a cab."
"Dylan we can give you a ride. We were going to go soon anyway. Ill just run over and tell Alex good-bye and well go," said Nat. I was going to open my mouth to complain but she was already gone. Pete said, "Once she has her mind made up there isn't any changing it." He was right that was Natalie for you, especially if it had to do with helping a friend.
"Ok ready," she said a perky as ever. We headed out to the car. On the way home Pete and Natalie sang along to the radio. I joining in for a little bit but then my mind drifted elsewhere. I was back on the rooftop and Seamus' hands were around my throat. I could feel myself sliding over the precipice and suddenly he was gone and Anthony was pulling me up. I remembered thinking "Great another bad guy" but he pulled me close and I could see the concern in his eyes and they gently darted over me checking for injuries. He held me close to him and could smell his cologne Bvlgari Extreme and thought how the smell suited him. Then I couldn't help it I kissed him or he kissed me or we kissed each other, anyhow we kissed. I couldn't think. One word went through my mind, "WOW!". His hand went into my hair he pulled. It hurt like a bitch. Then I took his in return. He was about to say something. Then I screamed.
"Dylan, Dylan, wake up." It was Natalie. "You're okay it's just a bad dream." I sat there for a moment shaking and out of breath. "I'm going to walk her up to her apartment, Pete."
I shakily got out of the car almost forgetting my purse. Natalie placed her arm around my shoulders and walked me to my small apartment. "Dylan," she said with her concerned mother voice, "If you need anything let me know ok. I might be living with Pete but that doesn't change us or our friendship ok." I nodded in response and fumbled for my key. After dropping it once I opened the door, gave Nat a hug and waved at Pete in the car, saying "I will. After all you are my family." She smiled her dazzling smile and kissed me on the cheek, turned and ran back to the car. I stayed outside and waved till they drove away. Then I tiredly entered my dark apartment.
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I was just starting to come around as I heard the dull thud of a body colliding with the cold damp pavement next to me. My first thought was it was her. I closed my eyes again to try to brace myself for the vision of her body broken like a discarded doll. Before I tried to move I went through a damage assessment. I could feel my feet, legs, arms, fingers. I knew that my spine must be intact as I could feel pain; a hell of a lot of pain. I ascertained that I had dislocated my right shoulder and the upper arm was broken, the one I was laying on, and I was losing a lot of blood through a chest wound that would probably be of sucking variety if the sword had been a bit more either direction. I had been worse off before and probably would again. I forced my self to sit up as sirens wailed in the distance. Looking to the body next to me I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't my Dylan but that Irish bastard that tried to kill the angel and he was still breathing.
The anger I had got the better of me and my better judgment. Biting my lip hard enough to draw blood I used my good arm and relocated my shoulder. The saltiness of the blood made me ill, my stomach turned and I vomited behind a garbage can, scaring a poor stray tabby. I can say never empty your stomach with a sword stuck through your chest, it's a most unpleasant sensation. The Irishman began to stir. Id the most difficult thing I had to do in my life. I had to remove the sword. I was lucky, not being dead yet. I knew if that madman could get off the ground it would mean my end. I prayed to a god that had long since forsaken me that I would survive as I grasp the blade and attempted to push it out the way it came in. As the scarlet blood flowers blossomed more quickly, soaking my shirt and jacket, the Irishman was on his hands and knees moaning a string of curses about Helen. Somehow I managed to remove the sword and it fell to the ground behind me with a loud clatter. Without a second thought I picked up my sword and with all the strength I could muster, using my left hand I ran him through the same way he had me. I then cautiously knelt in front of his so he could see my face, see who had killed him. Once the light in his eyes had left I did as well.
I didn't know where to go. I knew there were two destinations not far from here that I could get help at. One was a back alley doctor. I had used him before on several occasions the last of which being when I worked for McCadden. Dr. Wong was very discrete, he didn't ask questions and he didn't talk to the police. The second choice and my preference of the moment was Dylan's. I could hear the police sirens closing in the distance. I did a quick calculation and determined that Dylan's would be a better choice due to nearness of location. I knew I had to stop the bleeding fast or I wouldn't make it.
I checked my wallet and found a twenty dollar bill. Hoping that would be enough to get me there I flagged down a taxi. To my amazement the first one stopped and I crawled in. "Where to man? A hospital," he asked looking me over. I pulled out the small pad of paper I carried and wrote down her address. "Ok man but I think a hospital would be a better choice," and with that we started down the neon lit streets.
On the way there the thought that I thought over and over was "The kiss was magnificent. She was magnificent. Why did she kiss me? I knew why I kissed her, she was- no I'm not going to use magnificent again even though she was- she was perfect. I'm usually much more eloquent than this but then again I'm not usually dying in the back of a taxi cab either, I then gave ironic chuckle.
"We here man. Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? It's a free ride."
I got out and tried to give the man the money. He shook his head no. I suppose I could understand that, it was a bit blood covered and in this day and age where people have god knows what. "Ok consider this a freebie too," he said then sped off. I looked around and tried to assess the situation. I needed to be quiet. Her downstairs neighbors were home and the front door was how they entered the dwelling as well. I looked at the large oak tree that had branches extending towards her balcony. Normally I would thing nothing of jumping up, grabbing a limb and swinging over but not tonight. So I took the normal approach. I used the front door. Locating my handkerchief I grasped the front knob tightly and picked the lock. I fumbled terribly and had to try to twice to get it right, but I managed. I heard the woman in the downstairs apartment say "Did you hear something, Dan?" To which Dan replied, "Nothing Lenore go back to bathing the dog." I breathed a painful sigh of relief, locked the front door as I had found it and made my way up the long flight of stairs. When I reached the top her door was unlocked. I opened it prepared for a fight, but no one was there. She must have forgotten to lock it.
I went to the bathroom and did the only thing I could think of to stop the bleeding, I ran a tub of cold water and took as much ice from Dylan' refrigerator that was possible. I might have broken the ice dispenser. I then removed my bloody garments except for my boxers and gently sank myself into the icy water which was supposed to slow if not stop the bleeding. I shivered and every hair on my body stood on end. Then I fell into a deep sleep.