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Chapter. 7 :
::I've got to be honest
I think you know
we're covered in lies and that's ok...::
William Vaughn stepped out of the elevator, on his way Viola Lucas's hotel room.
Lauren had asked him to give her some documents. Nothing special. He only said 'yes' because he was thinking about asking Viola out.
Okay, when he first met her, she looked annoying but she was attractive and smart.
He rounded the corner, and stopped in his tracks.
There a few doors away was Viola kissing a African-American woman in jeans that had blood-red roses on them, navy blue sweater and a worn denim jacket and wearing sneakers.
He backed again around the corner. He felt like he was intruding.
India was leaving one day earlier than Viola, since it was Monday tomorrow and she had class. But Viola was leaving for Ireland in the morning.
When Will saw the woman leave in the opposite direction, he once again walked around the corner and he walked to Viola's door.
He knocked on said door, and Viola came to the door dressed in jeans and a red T-shirt. Hair in a ponytail.
"Yeah?" She asked him, questioning him.
"Lauren asked me to give you this. Some files she wanted you to have, but she had too much work to do, so she asked me. So, when are you leaving?" He asked her, just friendly curiosity.
"Early tomorrow. To Europe. Well, goodbye!" She told him, as she snatched the files and closed the door on his face, almost. "Sorry, just tired. Say 'bye' to your parents for me." This time she just closed the door gently.
"Okay. Bye." He told the door, before walking away.
okay, so it wouldn't have worked out. How could I forget, that she's related to dad's wife. We're not blood related and they don't have any kids, but still… He thought, on his way to the same elevator.
IRELAND (a day later):
When Viola knocked on the door, Aradia came to the door dressed in black pants and a blood-red corset. She smiled at Viola, and hugged her.
"How can you breathe in that thing?" Viola asked her, as they walked to her father's office.
"It's easy once you get used to it. So, how was your trip to the states?" She asked, as they dumped Viola's stuff first in the living-room.
"Well, didn't help much. Lauren's a b, met people I trained with in Australia and I think Lauren's husband's son had a thing for me. At least until saw me kiss India 'bye' yesterday. Probably, thought I didn't notice him. Is Andrew here? I noticed his car outside." Viola said, all while only taking two breaths.
Andrew was now her grand-mom's kinda right-hand man, since her daughter and Viola's father quit. Also he was her daughter's ex. But that happened like when Syd was like 19, and him only a guard.
"Yeah, arrived yesterday. I don't care what anyone says I don't like that guy." Aradia told Viola, as they outside her dad's office.
"Yeah, defiantly something off about him." Viola told Aradia, before opening the door and plastering a smile on her face.
Later that night, Viola decided to take a small walk to try and clear her mind. They were nowhere closer to finding her mom, and it was driving her insane.
When she was a few feet from her house, she sees Andrew a few more feet away from her on the phone. She was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, and had the hood up plus it was really dark. So, she just kinda blended into the shadows. Pretty easy since her clothes were in pretty dark colors.
That son of a b&%$!! Viola thought, as he finished his call and walked towards the house again. She had always had exceptionally great hearing and sight. And she knew what she heard.
She walked up behind him, with her knife ready and stabbed him in his side. She was 99.5% sure she hadn't hit anything vital for him to live, at least long enough to be of some use to her.
Irina and Julian were about to go to sleep when, in stumbles Andrew holding his side. His hand covered in crimson red slightly dried up blood. In after him comes Viola, holding a bloody knife in her hand, which hangs loosely at her side. No emotion in her eyes.
"Hi. Found info. He's almost all yours. Where's Aradia?" Viola asked, her shocked grand-mother and father. And that's saying something.
Just at that moment, Aradia walked into the office with her nose in a book. She bumped into Viola, and looked first at her, then Irina and Julian and then at the place the latter two were looking at; Andrew and he was wounded.
"Okay, what the hell happened here?" She asked, but then she saw Viola's knife. Knife she gave Viola as a present once, a few years ago. "Okay, I know you didn't like the guy, but isn't this over-reaching?" She asked her cousin.
"No. I heard him on the phone a short while ago. He knows where mom is. That's why I stabbed him. He IS going to tell us where she is." She told them, all the while looking at Andrew, not a flicker of emotion.
"Lauren Vaughn. Hello, who is this?" Lauren asked into the phone, she had been on her way to work when the phone rang.
"You'll probably be glad to know this, but you can come home now. You can kill him. Now doesn't that make you happy?" Julian asked his sister, starting half-professional but ending playfully with a smirk.
"When do I leave? And I know you're smirking, stop it." She told him, mock-annoyed. She had been waiting for this the last 20 years.
She had tried to like the man, but he was un-likeable. At least, that was what she thought. She'd never do this kinda thing again.
"As soon as you can, we need you on something else. Goodbye." He tells her, back to professional.
"All right, goodbye." She told him, before hanging up.
She had been going to work, but she called in sick. They wouldn't get suspicious. She almost never got sick but she was still human.
She went and got her suitcase, put clothes in it. She decided to leave most of the junk, that she had collected over the years, behind.
She put all her jewelry in the small zipped-up pocket in the messenger-bag she was going to use when she left as a carry-on.
She left her wedding and engagement rings on her bed-side table. She took her favorite books, CD's and DVD's and shoved them in her suitcase with the clothes she decided to take.
She also decided to none of the pictures, that was the past.
She was wearing black skirt, brown/black blouse and a black blazer. Office clothes, and she meant to change on her way to the airport.
She had put the suitcase by the front door, and had gone back to get her blazer, when she heard the door open & close downstairs.
She went downstairs, she held blazer and had her messenger bag on her shoulder.
"Why are you home?" She asked Michael, who was looking at her suitcase.
"Done working. Where are you going? I thought we were going out tonight." He told her, looking at her confused.
She walked into the study they both used, he followed.
"You see, something came up and I have to leave. And I won't be coming back." She told him, as he sat down in a chair.
"What? Why won't you…" He'd been asking, as she shot him in the chest. The last look in his eyes was confused.
She closed the door, put her suitcase in her car's trunk and drove away.
When she got to the airport, she had long chestnut-brown hair, forest green eyes. Dressed in a gray T-shirt with a palm-tree on it, worn-looking denim jeans and black slides. Her messenger bag red, the brightest color on her and her sunglasses so dark-blue that they were almost black.
She bought a ticket to France.
TBC…
A/N: Okay, you and me both know that this chapter was crap. But please let me know what you thought, I need replies. Probably a chapter or two left. I wrote all the Lauren-stuff while listening to this CD called "Everything You Want" with Vertical Horizon.
People probably already know this but on it are two songs that were in ALIAS pilot ("You're A God" and "Give You Back"). I didn't know that, until I listened to the CD. But my favorite song there is "Everything You Want". The CD is from like 2000 Please, Reply!!! Crimson Snow