The Forever Fear: Erin Hayden

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the cheractors or places, only the plot.

YES! I'm back, (finally)

Chpt. 1: Drag-heart

Lara was out the door and on the plane before Winston could give a thought to protest. She walked into the air terminal in New York wearing her long, dark jeans and a short black jacket covering a white top.

'Next stop, try to find this adress,' she said to herself bitterly, looking down at the crumpled paper in her hand. '52987 Redgewald apartment complex, Avacado st.' it read.

Lara walked out onto the street, loking at the nearest street sign.' You've got to be joking me,' she said to herself as she looked at the sign reading Avacado St.' And there's my luck.'

Lara walked hurridly down the street, tuning onto Avacado street. She looked around again, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. The street was rough, griffitie lined the chipped brick walls. Garbage cans were knoked over, spewing trash over the street.

She walked down the sidewalk, avoiding as many cats as she could, her boots making strange thudding noises, and the scent of wast filled her sensitive nose.

A sign cought her attention. It read,' edgewald Apartment complex'. She gave it a puzzled look, then, looking down, she found a cardboard peice. Turning it over, it had a large 'R' on it.

' This must be the place.' she thought to her self, dropping the cardboard and walking into the double doors. Inside, an old, craked desk sat infront of a small door. Behind the desk, sat an old woman, sleeping. Her snores herd from very far away. A bell sat next to her. Lara lightly pushed it.

The old woman sat bult upright, holding a butcher knife." Whose in the tea house?" she yelled, putting down the knife when she saw it was only Lara." Oh, hello my dear. How can I help you?" she sighed and took out a notepad.

" I'm looking for an, old friend. He's said to be living here." Lara inquired, smiling at the old woman, who did the same. " Kurtis Trent," She said hopefully. The old woman lite up.

" Oh, Mr.Trent? Yes, room 20, second floor. I believe he's home, I saw him go upstars last night and he hasn't come down yet. He looked pretty tired and had a large would on his arm. Go right ahead." The woman sat back down and started to write in her notebook. Lara climed the stares, walking into the old, wat carpeted hall with many doors on each side.

'25, 24, 23, 22, 21, ah 20.' Lara stood infront of the door, staring at it. What am I doing here? I had a dream and now I'm just here. Oh well, to late to turn back now. She knoked the door. Waiting as she herd sounds of other apartments.

She herd footsteps behind the door and a television. Seconds later the door opened, reveling a Kurtis, dressed only in green trousers. His perfectly toned torso cover in a lone scar, and a bandage on his upper right arm.

He looked at her, shoked.

" Lara? What are you... Do you wanta come in?" He asked, studdering and steeping away from the door to let her in. She nodded, trying her hardest not to stare at his perfectly toned body.

Once inside, Kurtis shut the door, turning to Lara as she looked around.

" How did you find me?" He asked, taking a step closer to her.

She sighed, looking him in the face." I looked you up on the internet." She said planely, sitting down on the sofa. Kurtis walked in to another room, taking a black tank to and pulling it on over his head.