Hey everybody. So guess what. Today is my sixteenth birthday! And I was thinking. It's not fair for me to be the only one to receive presents on my birthday, so here is my present to y'all. A brand new...CHAPTER! Enjoy.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

There was no searing pain, no knowledge that it was all over, no floating of her soul up into the clouds. Chloe remained still as death, waiting for everything that should happen when you're dead. But nothing happened, nothing at all. She peaked one eye open and gasped in surprise as Frankie fell forward, his eyes staring at nothing and his mouth agape. He landed on the floor beside her, his lifeless arm draping over her legs. Quickly Chloe kicked it off and scrambled away from his dead form.

A pair of designer shoes came to rest beside Frankie's still form. Chloe's eyes traveled up the black dress pants, the white button-up shirt, black blazer, and red tie and landed on the green-gray eyes of the man that stood over her. His mouth was set in a firm line, causing the wrinkles in his face to stand out. His hair was a steely gray, with flecks of pure white throughout. He wasn't a large man, but instead was short and stout. What he lacked in height he made up for in intimidation. He seemed to fill the suite with his presence. His eyes rested on Chloe's, hardening further as he looked her over. She could feel him taking in every inch of her, studying her, judging her. He looked away from Chloe and turned to the man that was closest to him.

"Tie him up," He said in a deep baritone voice that did not fight is body. Chloe looked over her shoulder where Sark lay limp and still. One of the men reached down and began to tie up his arms and legs with a rope that had appeared as if by magic. She looked back at the man that had given the order.

"What...what do you want with us?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly as she tried to appear calm. His eyes fell upon her.

"That, my dear, is for me to know." He responded harshly. She felt Sark being picked up behind her.

"No!" she cried, clawing at his pant leg, trying to keep a hold on him. Chloe was scared. There was no denying it; there was no hiding it. What was happening? Who were these men that threatened their lives?

Tears streamed down her face as Sark was dragged away from her. He was her lifeline, the one thing that kept her steady in times of trouble. The man that had taken Sark dropped his body on the floor, close to the door. Chloe looked from Sark to the man that stood over her.

"Please don't hurt him." she whispered, her voice choked and strained.

"If you co-operate there will be no need to hurt him...Savannah."

How did this man know her name? Chloe couldn't figure it out. She sat on the floor of the dark room that she and Sark had been taken to after being taken from their hotel suite. The man and his cronies had led them out of the hotel and thrown the two of them in the back of a black van that was parked behind the hotel. They had driven for god knows how long, then were pulled out of the van and dragged into an abandoned looking house with over grown weeds and shutters that were hanging on by a hinge. Now Chloe and an unconscious Sark were locked in the dark, dank basement.

Fear was slowly creeping into every pore of her body. She didn't know what was going on, or what was happening. The basement reminded Chloe a lot of the cell that Sark had first locked her in, except it was a bit roomier and twice as dark. It was so dark that she could barely make out Sark's form beside her, nor could she see the slow rise and fall of chest as he breathed.

A thin stream of light flowed down the wooden stairs as the door was opened. Chloe looked up, shielding her eyes from the sudden light. Three figures were walking down the stairs, the light at their backs shrouding their faces in darkness.

"You're comin' with me." Said the shorter man as he pulled Chloe to her feet and dragged her towards the stairs.

"What about him?" asked one of the other two men, kicking Sark in the stomach. The man who held Chloe looked over his shoulder and sneered.

"Kill 'im." Panic rose in Chloe's throat as she was led up the stairs. They couldn't kill Sark, they just couldn't. She tried to pry her arm loose from the man's grip, but he held her in a surprisingly strong grip. She watched over her shoulder as the two men below pulled out their guns and pointed them at Sark's prone figure.

"No!" she yelled, "Leave him alone." But they didn't hear her as the door shut behind her and the man that held her. Gunfire rang through the house. "Julian!" she cried, tears streaming down her face, "No." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Please God, no."

Numb and dead inside, Chloe allowed him to lead her down the narrow hallway. The fight was out of her. What reason was there for her to struggle if Sark was dead? The only reason she had tried to get free was so that they could be safe. But now he was dead. Tears fell down her face in a steady stream, landing on the dingy carpet and leaving dark spots. Finally the man led her into a small room.

It was a study of some sort, with a worn desk and chairs and bookshelves filled with books. The only bright spot in the whole room was the large fireplace that burned with a dim fire.

He sat her down in one of the dusty chairs and then sat behind the desk. His hands were folded in front of him and he surveyed Chloe with calculating eyes. But she wouldn't look at him. She kept her eyes on the floor, watching her shoes as they stirred up dust on the floor.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, her voice quiet and strained with tears.

"In due time Savannah, in due time." The man replied, leaning back in his chair pompously.

"How do you know my name?" She wondered, chancing a look into his emotionless eyes.

"Well my dear," he said leaning forward slightly, like he was about to tell her a great secret. "I gave you that name." Chloe's eyes flew up to meet his fully. What did he mean?

"That's not possible." She said, her voice stronger than she felt.

"On the contrary my dear," he said, his fingers dancing over the arms of his chair giddily, "It is possible." He pulled the disk that Chloe had given to him out of his pocket. "You see," he said, "I know that you know that this disk contains some...incriminating information."

"What does the disk have to do with any of this?" She barked. Chloe felt like crying again, but the time for tears had ended, it was time to be tough. Like Sark would want her to be.

"It has everything to do with this." He said. "This contains information about you my dear."

"Me?" Chloe scoffed, "Yeah right."

"You don't believe me." He said standing up and walking around the desk till he stood in front of Chloe. "Tell me, haven't you ever wondered about your father?"

"What about my father?" She asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Why...I'm your father."

Okay, so I hate how short this chapter is, but I am so stuck right now it's not even funny. Please review and tell me what you all thought, and if you have any ideas please feel free to share them.

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