posted on SD-1, 24.09.2003
Crimzon red, pt.2 in the diffrent series
by: Crimson Snow
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except Ellie. and the story line, i guess.
rating: light to normal R.
Summary: well, you'll just have to read, won't ya? "You're trying to leave while I'm talkin to you?! You don't leave when someone is talking!!!" She almost shouts.
'ship: eventually S/S
Author's note: I can be a bit more meaner, just read 'Split personality' on Buffy fic, sequle to 'VICTORIA'.
Jack, Vaughn and everyone that knew Sydney Bristow were worried sick.
She had gone out for a walk two days, after dark, and she had yet to come home.
The ones who worked with her at both SD-6 and the CIA, thought it was Sark but they weren't sure.
He would have already let them know.
Vaughn was entering his flat, that evening, and he heard the stereo on some very loud music (Linkin Park).
He walks deeper into the flat.
In the living room, the TV was on but mute and like he noticed before the stereo was on.
He turns of the TV, Buffy was on.
And he turns off the stereo too, then he walks in to the kitchen where the water was still running and the dirty dishes there from that morning were still under the water.
He walks out of the kitchen, after he turned of the water.
"Alice?" He called, checking to see if she was somewhere in the flat just didn't hear him over all the noise.
The door to the bedroom was closed and when he opened the door, all the lights were off, naturally, except one.
A little lamp on the nightstand and in the light from the little lamp he half saw Alice's face.
She looked like she was sleeping but Vaughn knew something was wrong.
He turns on the overhead-light.
She lay there, like she had just been thrown there at first then someone re-arranged her head, at an weird angle, to be in the light of the little lamp.
"Alice?" He asked, but already knew she wasn't breathing but then something else caught his attention.
There were two wounds, puncture wounds on her neck.
He also saw on the bedside table a wine glass, it had been out of the little lamps light.
It seemed to be red-wine but when he came closer to Alice he saw her slit wrists.
He picks up the glass and drops it, there wasn't any left, only like what's left when you've finished a yogurt and can't get the rest that stuck in the glass.
The glass was broken now but he had noticed some lipstick on the glass, as well.
But no blood anywhere in the flat except the leftover in the broken wine-glass, he looked.
He felt sick, who'd do such a thing.
Syd sat in a overstuffed chair in a library at home, wearing silk PJ's, reading Winnie the pooh.
This edition was from 1961 and had all these cute little pictures.
Syd liked this book. She was just starting to read the chapter 'Piglet meets a Heffalump' when Ellie enters in a black-leather dress and wiping her mouth.
It was almost sunrise.
"So, what did you do tonight?" She asked her childe, who looks up from her book.
"Nothing much really. Just visited an old friend and left him a little gift on his bed. Oh, and I also got something to eat, while I was there." She smiled and hoped Vaughn would like her present to him.
Sark had know for some time that Syd was a double but somehow he never told Sloane.
Sometimes, he's really sure he should have but he's not sure if Sloane already knew or he wouldn't believe him.
Well, he'd been keeping tabs on her friends and also the bloody boy scout.
His informant told him that the boy scout came home last night and found his fiancée dead in their bed.
Seemed like she had been dried of any blood, not a single drop left and she had slashed wrists and on the bedside table had been a wine-glass full of blood but someone drank it and left it there but there was no sign of blood anywhere else in the flat and there were two puncture wounds in her neck.
"How fu---d up is that?" The informant asked Sark.
TBC.....
