She was bored with talking to Rodger. He had nothing of interest to say. He wasn't even a cat person. She toyed with the charm on her necklace before reached across the seat to grab the bag Mr. Walsh had packed in the car for her. Opening it she let a smile slid back to her lips. Thousands of diamonds twinkled back at her from inside a small bag in the suitcase. There was nothing that she liked more than the shimmer of a precious gem stone. Diamonds just happened to be her favorite to steal. They were almost irreplaceable. No two diamonds could ever be cut exactly the same. It was like stealing a miniature work of art from a dead poet. She sealed up the small bag and fished around in the suit case for what she'd really been after, her laptop computer. Pulling it out she placed it on her lap and opened the screen. She'd left it in standby the last time she'd used to so that she wouldn't lose all that she'd found. Moving the mouse brought the computer back to life and an internet window popped up immediately. "You have mail." Said a computerized voice. She clicked on the mail icon and waited for her inbox to load. "Junk… junk… junk." She said deleted messages. "Ow, Van." She said opening a message.
Viv
I think you should visit a coffee shop in Smallville called The Talon. A certain friend will more than likely be there getting their routine low fat latte and newspaper before speeding off to do what ever they do now, just a helpful hint.
Van
A twinkle of curiosity sparkled in her eye. How did Van know why she was going to Smallville? Her eyes focused with anger on his name in the email. He'd hacked her system. She didn't know how she knew but she did. Their relationship was now compromised. Van had officially lost all her trust. She cocked her head to one side and closed her eyes slowly calming herself down. No need to worry about things of this nature. That was what Cletus was for. She opened her eyes and flipped open her cell phone. Holding down the number one button she put the phone to her ear. "Cletus, the hacker has to go." She said calmly. "Yes maim." A strong deep voice replied then the line went dead. She loved their brief one sided conversations. It was the only thing keeping Cletus on her list of acquaintances and that list was getting shorter every day she woke up.
Knowing that everything would be taken care of in a discreet manner she turned her attention back to the computer screen. Closing down the internet window her breath caught in her chest as her eyes caught his, Lex Luthor. She still remembered the first day she'd met him at boarding school. She was thirteen and Lex had to of been at least two years her junior, making him an older more experienced man. That experience he proudly boasted about daily in the halls of the school. Girls and boys rarely had classes in the same building but she was fortunate enough to bump into him in the halls every day. Her third day at the school she found a short cut to the girl's dorm through the boy's history building. Sneaking through silently she kept her eyes on the feet of the people around her afraid to look into the faces of the boys she passed. She knew that she wasn't a very attractive child. With glasses and frizzy hair she'd heard almost every name in the book before she was out of diapers. Rich kids got richer by making others feel poor. She was speeding through the hall when a pair of shoes stopped in her path. It was too late to stop and she'd only managed to slow down slightly when she ran full on into the person; both of them tumbling to the floor. Regaining her composure quickly she sat up embarrassed and quickly collected her books. A hand reached out and scoped up her history book before she could. She'd took in a deep breath and finally looked at her victim. He was a gorgeous specimen of the opposite sex. The only thing marking him as different was his perfectly bald head. His eyes were a piercing sea blue that took in her whole appearance effortlessly. She'd found it hard to breath just as she did today. It was amazing how someone could affect her the same way after so long. He'd made a comment about her advanced history textbook; seemingly impressed he handed it back to her and got to his feet. Reaching out his hand he helped her to hers then she was quickly on her way with a shy "Thank you" and "Good-bye".
She shook her head violently and growled deep in her throat. It was memories like that that made her hate the child she was. Flashbacks of a shy reclusive girl that would rather watch the crowd from a distance than be part of anything. The girl had no friends, no slaves, and no lovers. She was worthless and unimportant. She was dead, literally now. Vivian closed her laptop and set it on the car floor. Lying across the seat on her back she sank her toes in and out of the roof padding. She flicked the privacy window switch with her toe. Slowly the window receded.