Chapter 2

Cecile walked down the street, pulling her jacket closer to her as she continued walking. She tucked a bit of dark brown hair behind her ears as she walked up to the familiar halls of Julliard. She sat on one of the stone pillars outside, swinging her legs slightly as she waited for Ronald to come out.

Her mother had been furious, and had nearly disowned her when she found out she was still going out with Ronald, but she didn't care. She was in love with him and that's the way it'd stay. She'd gotten out of the horrid house, and moved into her own apartment in Lower Manhattan. It was nice, it was quite, it was away from her loser parents.

Propping her elbows behind her she looked up at the grey afternoon sky, eyes watching the snowflakes fall. She couldn't believe it'd been a year and a half since the 'incident' had occurred. Kathryn had been totally institutionalized, Annette had moved to LA after Kat got busted, and Sebastian, six feet under. She only sighed.

"What are you thinking about Cecile?" She heard a dark, smooth tenor say behind her, and smiled. She hopped off the pillar and hugged Ronald.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself." He said, kissing her on the cheek, and leaning his instrument against the wall. "How long have you been out here?"

"A few minutes, why?"

"So you didn't catch the news."

"No, what's up?" She said, leaning against the wall to face the dark-skinned man. "What happened…you look worried."

"The asylum that Kathryn was sent to…there was a break, and she's gone." Cecile's eyes widened.

"No lie!"

"Quite serious." Cecile whistled slightly. If she'd gotten out then…she was going after someone.

"We should probably try and get to Annette…I doubt they have it on the news over there." She said, looking at him. He nodded, picking up his instrument, and starting to walk with it over to a smaller building, a huge locker room for all the students at Julliard. He walked to his place, sliding the cello, string of choice, into it's holding spot, closing the small barred door behind it, before looking at Cecile, who had a slight gleam in her eyes.

"…Cecile." She giggled quickly, pulling him behind a row of lockers and pulling him into a kiss the way, Kathryn of all people, had showed her how.

Ronald, quite familiar with the experience, readily kissed her back.

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Annette's eyes opened, seeing the daylight outside her window as she turned off the alarm next to her. She slid out of bed, the soft silk negligee that she slept in curving softly over her features as she made her way to the bathroom. She sat down in front of the mirror, where her laptop stood, already showing was her schedule for the day. A talk with her agent at 11 and a screen test in the afternoon, at 2. She only sighed a bit, getting to her feet. She hated her agent, as most actors and actresses in Hollywood do. She went out and did all the work and he got paid for it. 10 percent seems to get a lot more important when you finally see the checks.

She hopped in the shower, and set the showerhead to massage, working the kinks out of her neck as she looked up to the window, eyes lidded. Sunlight was everywhere, as she wanted when she was looking for houses, it's the only way she could keep sane in this town. The mood of everyone around her was hanging over her like a dark cloud.

That and thoughts of Sebastian clouded her mind. Her hand slowly clenched into a fist as she thought about him. Her first…her only. Her eyes closed as she leaned against the shower wall, and tears mingled with the water. Episodes happened nearly weekly. She'd dream of him, dream of the night, dream of him, hearing his voice, seeing his smirk, his eyes, always with a sarcastic gleam, or something that assured her that he was already two steps ahead of anything she thought of.

Dammit Sebastian…why'd you have to save me…Why couldn't you have let me die…

The phone rang, the sharp notes bringing her out of her ramblings. She stopped the water, now drenched from head to foot, grabbed the nearest towel, and ran out for the phone.

"Hello? This is Annette speaking."

"Oh good." A woman on the other side of the phone said, before the phone went dead. Annette raised an eyebrow, the towel sagging a bit as she looked at the Caller ID.

CALLER UNKNOWN

She rolled her eyes, hanging up the phone. "Damned prank callers." She muttered, grabbing a towel for her hair and preparing for the day ahead of her. If this wasn't the only place to find work she'd have gotten back home a long time ago.

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Kathryn chuckled slightly, tossing the cell phone back into the passenger's seat next to her.

"So…she still lives in LA…amazing…never would of thought such a goody goody virgin would have made it that far." She smiled, adjusting her sunglasses as she continued driving. The wind felt good on her skin, especially after the 20 minute shower she'd taken at the hotel, paid in cash, no checks, no credit cards, and no trail. It's sad how you don't realize how…unclean you get when you're desperate.

'You were always desperate…' A light tenor mused. She looked up, seeing a smirk in her rearview mirror.

"Shut up."

'What?' He smiled, running a hand through curly blonde hair, cut short enough that it wasn't unruly. 'It's true…you would do ANYTHING to get what you wanted.'

"Didn't we both."

'That we did.' He smiled, stretching out. 'So…Los Angeles?'

"Annette's there."

'By all means then.' A pair of rectangular frames covered his eyes from the sun as he stretched out in the back. 'That's the route…but isn't that what she'd be expecting, Kathryn'

"She's too stupid for that, I doubt she knows I'm out yet." He only nodded, a playful smirk on his lips.

'Don't think her that naïve, Kathryn…you obviously weren't expecting the fiasco that interrupted the eulogy...beautiful I might add.'

"Thank you."

'Welcome, but, Kathryn.'

"Yes?"

'Do be careful…she's smarter than she looks.'

"God I hope so…she'd be terribly stupid if she wasn't."

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Kimberly: it's coming it's coming ::hides::

BeatrixKiddo21: well…you'll have to wait a few chapters…but believe me…it'll get good

Morgaine Le Fay: She always struck me as one that could get away with anything, which is one of the first things I was told when I started acting classes "The real actors are the ones who know how to hide things."

Bex: ::Didn't waste her money or time on the sequels:: Every time I saw one, I read the synopsis I just set it back down ::sighs:: I hope that I do stay in character, as this is my first real fanfiction.

More soon!