Author's Note: Hey guys. Long time no write. Go read my profile to find out why. About the story, Donovan is played by The Rock. I hope you like it so far. To my faithful readers, I'm so sorry. I am so grateful for the great reviews I have been getting. Not only for this story but for the others too. There's been a lot going on in my life lately. I barely have time to breathe. But thanx so much for caring and for reading my stories and leaving reviews. There is nothing that could make me happier than finding out that I have reached out to you in some way.

About 3 hours later, we were in his driveway. We got out of our cars and the house looked silent. There was only a porch light on surrounded by summer mosquitoes and moths. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I could hear loud rock playing from inside. I looked at Elena.

"Maybe he's in the back on the shore." "Yeah, let's go see."

We walked around the house and stopped. He was sitting on a beach chair, talking to someone on the phone. I stopped Elena behind me and listened.

"....Yeah, she came to see me before she left......no, she didn't tell me where she was going...what do you mean, why did she leave abruptly?...no she can't be....you want me to find her?.....I can't do that! She'll get suspicious...alright alright, I'll do it...say you'll give me a raise....alright, I'll see what I can do."

He closed his cell and scratched his bald head. He took a deep breath and set the phone down on the table. My thoughts were running a million miles an hour. Who was he talking to? Could it be Donovan?!?! Was Donovan paying Xander to find me? So THAT'S what Xander meant by me not knowing who he really was! Shit! He's feeding him information!

"Elena," I whispered "we gotta bounce, girl." We tiptoed back to the driveway. Luckily, he had loud music on, so he didn't hear us when we put our cars in neutral and pushed them out and drove off.

We got back to our old place and I was so happy. I was so tired of driving and finally be home. At that point I didn't care if Donovan was there, if he grabbed me and killed me. I didn't care because I was tired of running. So tired.

I grabbed Elena and held her by the arm and unlocked our door and somehow even though the house was bare, there was something here that made me feel at peace. I think Elena felt it too because as soon as I grabbed the sheets from the car and put them on my bed. She didn't even bother to get in her own bed partly because we were tired and partly because if were going to die we wanted to die together.

She lay there next to me and fell asleep. I watched her and I don't know what I would do without her. She'd stuck by me through the thick and thin. She was more than a friend, she was blood to me. So, as these last thoughts ran through my head, I drifted to sleep next to her.

I woke up with the bright Miami sun on my face. I looked over at Elena and she was sprawled on the floor, face down, still asleep. I laughed to myself.

"Girl, get up. You sleep too hard." I tapped her with my big toe. "Elena...wake up, sleepy head. I'll even take you out to breakfast....El-enaaaa.....damn, girl."

I bent down to turn her face up towards me and I screamed, there was blood all over the place! "Elena!!!! Girl, please wake up!

I picked her up and sat lay her on the bed. I searched frantically and grabbed the phone and dialed 911. "Somebody help me!!!! My best friend has been murdered please come help me!"