Sorry it took so long for this chapter to be posted, but my computer
erased the original chapter that I was going to post, so I had to start all
over again. I apologize for how long it took and I hope that y'all will
like this chapter.
Chapter Seven
"Because why?" Sark asked, irritated that he still hadn't gained the answers he wanted.
"Because they'd kill me." Chloe said in a fearful, childlike whisper.
"Who? Who was going to kill you?" He asked roughly, so close to knowing what he wanted.
"I don't know." She replied.
"You've GOT to know!" Sark cursed, ready to hit something, "Who wanted to kill you?"
"I don't know." Chloe cried, a tear falling down her cheek. Sark cursed loudly and stood. Pacing the floor like a caged animal, Sark case a murderous look at the prone Chloe. Sweat covered her body, an after affect of the serum, and shivers racked her body, an after affect of the cold. Her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was having a nightmare, but couldn't wake up. With a sigh he sat back down, resigned to be more calm.
"You're SURE you don't know who wanted to kill you?" he asked.
"Yes." Sark nodded solemnly and got up. He opened the door and waved his men back in.
"Take her back to her cell." He ordered.
Her head pounded and her eyelids felt as if they weighed a ton as Chloe tried to open them. She struggled to sit up, but her arms were weak and would not support her. Chloe fell back on the hard mattress with a cry. Her body would not be able to take much more. She pulled her arm up to rest on her forehead and resigned herself to lie helpless.
Keys clanged, and Chloe could hear somebody coming into the cell. A hand removed her arm from her head and the soft, gentle, cool hand replaced it. The touch cooled her warm skin and settled her racing heart. The hand left and was replaced by a damp cloth. Water dripped down Chloe's forehead into her ears and hair, leaving a cool trail in its wake. She purred contently as she let the water soak into her feverish body. She struggled to open her eyes, to see who was providing her with such loving care, but her eyes refused to open. Opening her mouth to speak, Chloe felt a warm finger rest on her lips.
"Shh," A voice said, "just rest." The voice was familiar, but Chloe could not put her finger on whom it belonged to. It was a comforting sound though, and she basked in the comfort it gave her. A dark cloud covered her mind, preventing further thought as she sunk back into deep, dreamless sleep.
The sun came out through the clouds, and shone down on the metal roof of the warehouse. Sark stood in front of the window, staring out at nothing. Simply basking in the sun that had barely shown itself in the last couple of days. Could they really have been there three days? It seemed like only yesterday that he had carried Chloe's unconscious body into the warehouse. His mind had been on one thing and one thing only. Gaining the information the Covenant needed from the young woman. He had gained information, but it was knowledge that led nowhere.
So somebody had been out to kill a young Chloe, what did that have to do with her now? Were they still after her? Was it the Covenant that had wanted her dead all those years ago?
Sark shook the many questions from his mind. He was already in turmoil; he did not need extra questions adding to it. If he didn't gain what the Covenant wanted to know, and soon, he would be dead before he knew it. He rubbed his forehead wearily. He needed help, he knew that. Sark had never been one to get in over his head. He always requested all the facts of the job before he even considered going through with it. But with the Covenant it was different. They only told you what they thought you should know and left you to figure out the rest, and if you DIDN'T figure it out, they killed you. It was all too much for the English man. He needed a break, badly.
"You're going to kill yourself with all this worrying." Devin commented walking into the room with a tray of food.
"I'm going to BE killed if I don't find out what the Covenant wants." Sark replied harshly, grabbing the wine off of the tray. He slugged back the drink, barely taking time to breathe between gulps.
"Isn't it possible that the Covenant got the wrong person?" Devin asked.
"The Covenant never 'gets the wrong person.'" Sark replied, "Miss Vaughn knows something. It's my job to figure out what." He placed the wineglass down and left the room.
A shiver ran down her spine as Chloe forced her eyes open. The cell was cold, but she felt as if her body was on fire. Sweat covered her, making her arms and legs stick to the mattress. She struggled to sit up, but a sharp pain flew through her arms and she fell back with a whimper. Tears pricked at her eyes and Chloe held back a cry of pain. She turned her head to the side as she heard the door open to her cell. Devin walked in with a tray in his hands.
"I thought you might want something to drink." He said softly, seeming to know how her head pained her, "Truth serum can have quite a nasty after affect." He gently propped her up and held a glass of cold water to her lips. Chloe swallowed it greedily, the cool liquid feeling like silk on her dry throat.
"Thank you." she whispered weakly.
"Not a problem." He replied with a small smile.
"Can I ask you something?" Chloe said looking into his eyes.
"Sure."
"Why do you work for that scumbag."
"That 'scumbag,' as you so eloquently named him," Devin replied with a smirk, "just so happens to be one of my oldest friends. We grew up together then my family moved to America and we lost contact. He found me a couple years ago and we've been working together ever since."
"But he's a jerk." Chloe argued feebly.
"Julian can be a jerk at times, but it's only because of how life has treated him. You know he never knew his father. His dad bailed on him when he was just a baby, and his mother was a crack addict. He was raised by his older sister who died when he was fifteen."
"Doesn't give him any reason to treat people like he does." She scoffed.
"Julian had to become unemotional if he was going to survive the streets."
"I still don't like him."
"You don't have to." Devin chuckled lightly as he stood; "I should go and let you rest."
"Bye Devin." Chloe whispered as her eyes suddenly became weighted down.
"Night Chloe."
Sorry this chapter was so short, but I kinda have a little case of writer's block, so you'll have to forgive me.
Csk8-20: Glad you liked the cliffhanger. I hope you get your story out soon, I can't wait to read it.
Tentoesupurnose16: I'm so glad that you think this is the best story, I'm my own worst critic and can never tell if I'm doing a good job at this story. Your review means a lot, thank you.
Dizzy izzy: NO! Not the evil froggy keychain of doom! Lol. Well I hoped you liked the update you were so desperate for.
Eyghon: I'm always glad to have a new reviewer, thanks for reading.
Sallene: Aren't we ALL Sarkney lovers deep down? After all, Sark has that air of danger that Vaughn just does not possess. Always glad for new reader, thanks.
Soccerchic1099, RedRose121, and Anglus Love: Thanks for the reviews.
Chapter Seven
"Because why?" Sark asked, irritated that he still hadn't gained the answers he wanted.
"Because they'd kill me." Chloe said in a fearful, childlike whisper.
"Who? Who was going to kill you?" He asked roughly, so close to knowing what he wanted.
"I don't know." She replied.
"You've GOT to know!" Sark cursed, ready to hit something, "Who wanted to kill you?"
"I don't know." Chloe cried, a tear falling down her cheek. Sark cursed loudly and stood. Pacing the floor like a caged animal, Sark case a murderous look at the prone Chloe. Sweat covered her body, an after affect of the serum, and shivers racked her body, an after affect of the cold. Her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was having a nightmare, but couldn't wake up. With a sigh he sat back down, resigned to be more calm.
"You're SURE you don't know who wanted to kill you?" he asked.
"Yes." Sark nodded solemnly and got up. He opened the door and waved his men back in.
"Take her back to her cell." He ordered.
Her head pounded and her eyelids felt as if they weighed a ton as Chloe tried to open them. She struggled to sit up, but her arms were weak and would not support her. Chloe fell back on the hard mattress with a cry. Her body would not be able to take much more. She pulled her arm up to rest on her forehead and resigned herself to lie helpless.
Keys clanged, and Chloe could hear somebody coming into the cell. A hand removed her arm from her head and the soft, gentle, cool hand replaced it. The touch cooled her warm skin and settled her racing heart. The hand left and was replaced by a damp cloth. Water dripped down Chloe's forehead into her ears and hair, leaving a cool trail in its wake. She purred contently as she let the water soak into her feverish body. She struggled to open her eyes, to see who was providing her with such loving care, but her eyes refused to open. Opening her mouth to speak, Chloe felt a warm finger rest on her lips.
"Shh," A voice said, "just rest." The voice was familiar, but Chloe could not put her finger on whom it belonged to. It was a comforting sound though, and she basked in the comfort it gave her. A dark cloud covered her mind, preventing further thought as she sunk back into deep, dreamless sleep.
The sun came out through the clouds, and shone down on the metal roof of the warehouse. Sark stood in front of the window, staring out at nothing. Simply basking in the sun that had barely shown itself in the last couple of days. Could they really have been there three days? It seemed like only yesterday that he had carried Chloe's unconscious body into the warehouse. His mind had been on one thing and one thing only. Gaining the information the Covenant needed from the young woman. He had gained information, but it was knowledge that led nowhere.
So somebody had been out to kill a young Chloe, what did that have to do with her now? Were they still after her? Was it the Covenant that had wanted her dead all those years ago?
Sark shook the many questions from his mind. He was already in turmoil; he did not need extra questions adding to it. If he didn't gain what the Covenant wanted to know, and soon, he would be dead before he knew it. He rubbed his forehead wearily. He needed help, he knew that. Sark had never been one to get in over his head. He always requested all the facts of the job before he even considered going through with it. But with the Covenant it was different. They only told you what they thought you should know and left you to figure out the rest, and if you DIDN'T figure it out, they killed you. It was all too much for the English man. He needed a break, badly.
"You're going to kill yourself with all this worrying." Devin commented walking into the room with a tray of food.
"I'm going to BE killed if I don't find out what the Covenant wants." Sark replied harshly, grabbing the wine off of the tray. He slugged back the drink, barely taking time to breathe between gulps.
"Isn't it possible that the Covenant got the wrong person?" Devin asked.
"The Covenant never 'gets the wrong person.'" Sark replied, "Miss Vaughn knows something. It's my job to figure out what." He placed the wineglass down and left the room.
A shiver ran down her spine as Chloe forced her eyes open. The cell was cold, but she felt as if her body was on fire. Sweat covered her, making her arms and legs stick to the mattress. She struggled to sit up, but a sharp pain flew through her arms and she fell back with a whimper. Tears pricked at her eyes and Chloe held back a cry of pain. She turned her head to the side as she heard the door open to her cell. Devin walked in with a tray in his hands.
"I thought you might want something to drink." He said softly, seeming to know how her head pained her, "Truth serum can have quite a nasty after affect." He gently propped her up and held a glass of cold water to her lips. Chloe swallowed it greedily, the cool liquid feeling like silk on her dry throat.
"Thank you." she whispered weakly.
"Not a problem." He replied with a small smile.
"Can I ask you something?" Chloe said looking into his eyes.
"Sure."
"Why do you work for that scumbag."
"That 'scumbag,' as you so eloquently named him," Devin replied with a smirk, "just so happens to be one of my oldest friends. We grew up together then my family moved to America and we lost contact. He found me a couple years ago and we've been working together ever since."
"But he's a jerk." Chloe argued feebly.
"Julian can be a jerk at times, but it's only because of how life has treated him. You know he never knew his father. His dad bailed on him when he was just a baby, and his mother was a crack addict. He was raised by his older sister who died when he was fifteen."
"Doesn't give him any reason to treat people like he does." She scoffed.
"Julian had to become unemotional if he was going to survive the streets."
"I still don't like him."
"You don't have to." Devin chuckled lightly as he stood; "I should go and let you rest."
"Bye Devin." Chloe whispered as her eyes suddenly became weighted down.
"Night Chloe."
Sorry this chapter was so short, but I kinda have a little case of writer's block, so you'll have to forgive me.
Csk8-20: Glad you liked the cliffhanger. I hope you get your story out soon, I can't wait to read it.
Tentoesupurnose16: I'm so glad that you think this is the best story, I'm my own worst critic and can never tell if I'm doing a good job at this story. Your review means a lot, thank you.
Dizzy izzy: NO! Not the evil froggy keychain of doom! Lol. Well I hoped you liked the update you were so desperate for.
Eyghon: I'm always glad to have a new reviewer, thanks for reading.
Sallene: Aren't we ALL Sarkney lovers deep down? After all, Sark has that air of danger that Vaughn just does not possess. Always glad for new reader, thanks.
Soccerchic1099, RedRose121, and Anglus Love: Thanks for the reviews.