Part II: My baby left me!

Chapter: A slap on the face

The next morning a plane landed at the Newark airport, bringing one very happy passenger with it.

In her anxiety to finally see her lover - God, it had been an eternity! - Margot had been overjoyed, when the airline company had called her yesterday telling they'd overbooked the flight and she'd have to take an earlier one. So instead of afternoon, she arrived to Newark already in the morning.

Yeah, she was tired and jet-lagged, but still she was almost hopping of excitement.

She hadn't told John - It would be so much fun to surprise him!

An hour or so later, she was already walking the familiar corridors of the BPRD headquarters. She knew she'd most likely find Myers in professor Broom's library, as it was morning and he'd be working. Besides, she'd scanned the building when getting underground - just to make sure.

Quietly she opened the door, and took a peek inside.

A fire in the fireplace, the massive bookcases full of old books, Abe's tank at the one wall of the large room - everything felt familiar and cosy. She'd come to love this place already, a home away from home. Perhaps this would be her real home one day too, she thought to herself. She'd given some thought to John's proposal that she should move in with him. This long distance thing wasn't suiting her too well, nor to him, she knew.

Margot noted there were four people in the room: Professor Broom, Abe, Clay and Myers, gathered around a dark wooden table, discussing something that seemed important as they didn't notice her at first. But it was fine this way. Margot allowed herself a short moment of spying, admiring Myers' toned figure. He was wearing a suit, which always made her tick, and he was every bit as gorgeous as she'd remembered.

Gods, her heart skipped a beat with just a sight of him.

It was a weird feeling - being in love. This was the first time for her, and even if it scared her, she'd learnt to embrace it too.

"Bonjour!" she said, and stepped in grinning. "Greetings from Europe!"

Surprised, they all turned to see her.

"Good morning, Ms. Duval. Always a pleasure to have you here." Replied Professor Broom. "How is Europe?"

"You know, Professor, the same." She shrugged. "Full of vampires, witches and angry spirits, but Iku-Turso won't be bothering anyone any time soon."

Professor Broom gave her a warm, fatherly smile, and Margot answered it, sure - but then turned her eyes to Myers.

"What's the matter, hon?" she asked, seeing his pale face. "Why aren't you kissing me already?"

"I, um-" Myers stammered, but Margot was too impatient to wait for his reply. She tiptoed to give him a kiss on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

But just as her lips met his, she sensed it.

Someone else had kissed these lips.

Their minds merged, and the horrifying images rushed to her mind. Images of John pushing Connelly against the wall, eagerly pressing his hungry lips on hers, his hand grabbing her bare breasts. And then, her fingers opening his jeans, and pulling out something that was meant for Margot only.

She couldn't bear to see any more. Gasping with disbelief and shock, she broke the kiss, and stepped away from him, her whole form shaking with emotion.

"What have you done?" she breathed, barely audible.

"It's not what you think, I swear." he managed to say, but his voice failed him as he continued: "Can we please go to my room and talk this in private, Margot. Please!"

But his request was like a slap on her face. She felt her anger stirring, the kind of anger she knew could easily burn this place down.

"In private..? You dare to ask for privacy, you prick?"

"John, would you mind telling us what's going on?" interrupted Abe, glancing from Myers to Margot.

But Margot was laughing now, a dark, venomous laughter, that twisted her soul.

"So you didn't tell anyone then, John?" she hissed. "About your little adventure with Miss Connelly. How you kissed her, how you let her suck your dick?"

"Margot, come on, it wasn't-" Myers tried, but a murderous glance from Margot silenced him where he stood.

"You son of a bitch!" She cursed, shaking with anger now. "I trusted you, you were my whole world, I - God damn it - I saved your miserable life, and this is what I get? I knew she was rotten, but I never, ever thought you could fall for that piece of plastic wickedness!"

"Please, believe me! It's not how it seems, I swear!" Myers shouted in despair, but Margot wasn't listening anymore. It took all she had to keep her anger under control, and she felt it slipping out of her grasp.

The whole room was now shaking with the emotion she tried to chain. The bookshelves trembled, and a few heavy items fell to the floor with a loud thud, Making Professor Broom frown.

"I don't want to hear your excuses." Margot groaned. "There's nothing you can say to undo what you've done."

"But I-"

"Shut up!" she shrieked, and clenched her fists. An ancient statue of a god long forgotten exploded on a nearby shelf - finally making even Myers stop trying to talk.

Margot was breathing heavy, her whole form trembling with chained emotion. Deep in her chest, she felt the excruciating pain of her heart breaking. She knew this pain would kill her, but there was nothing she could do about it.

You should've known better. She thought to herself. Did you really think a guy like him could truly love you. You fool!

"It's over, John." she breathed, tears burning behind her eyes. "You'll never see me again."

With those words she turned to leave, but Myers ran after her.

"No, please-" he grabbed her arm to stop her, and her rage flashed in her soul like an A-bomb.

With an animal cry, she waved her hand, and a fierce telekinetic blow struck Myers in the face. Blood burst from his nose and cut lip, as he fell to the floor.

"Don't you ever try to touch me again, or I swear I'll kill you!" Margot hissed to his face, and rushed out of the room.

Christ, the room was spinning!

Myers was spitting blood to the carpet, trying desperately not to black out, as he felt someone grabbing his arm.

"Hey, Myers, you alright?" asked Clay's voice. "Can you stand up?"

"Ungh, yeah." he groaned. "Yeah, I think so."

He let Clay help him up, even if he had to lean on him to stay on his feet. Damn, Margot had hit him hard! He wiped his face with his sleeve, but the blood just kept flowing.

"Jesus!" Clay cursed, taking a look at his face. "You'll be needing some stitches. Abe, give me a hand here-"

"No." Myers groaned, spitting away some more blood. "No, I have to talk to her."

"I wouldn't if I were you." Clay stated. "She seemed pretty pissed at you."

"Yeah." Myers muttered. "Kinda noticed."

"So what did you do?"

Myers turned to look at Clay, trying to stop his nosebleed with a handkerchief he'd found from his pocket.

What had he done, exactly?

He wasn't still quite sure about it, but he knew well enough that there was no way he could let Margot go without even a chance to explain it to her. If she left him like this, he'd never be able to live with himself.

Groaning of pain, he shook his head, and rushed to the door to go after Margot.

"That's a bold move." Clay muttered. "I bet she'll rip his head off."

"Yes, she seemed rather angry with him." Abe replied.

"So, what do you think that was all about?" Clay raised an eyebrow. "You think Myers really did something with Beatrix?"

"If Margot saw it in his mind, it must be true." Abe stated. "But I'd be curious to know what made him do something so foolish."

"You kidding me? You have seen Beatrix, right?" Clay gave a chuckle. "But hey… this isn't a fair world. After I've tried to get it on for five months now, Myers gets to have her?"

"Well, I don't think—" but before Abe could say any more, professor Broom interrupted them.

"Enough of this already!" He snapped, frowning. "I am too old and too tired for these things… Besides, we've got work to do."

And that put an end to their gossiping.