La Segre Hermanas: Esconder

Chapter Three

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Unity was sitting curled up in the grass, an easel was set up in front of her and a variety of paints and brushed were scattered around her. The wolf was curled up at her feet, growling at anyone who was foolish enough to come near him.

'A light tear trembled at the corner of her eye, she was alone and emanated loneliness. Everyone else in the park was with someone, not the beautiful girl that drew.' And invisible Honor sat down beside her and read what was written in the corner of the canvas, "Poetic," She commented.

"Drew wrote it," Unity said as she painted. Honor ruffled the wolf's fur.

"No offence meant Drew," the wolf growled in its throat.

"None taken."

Phantom appeared out of no where as the park emptied in the cooling autumn air, "I repeatedly forget my fathers blundering stupidity…" Honor became visible and Venetia wandered over to them. Drew was silent and kept his head on his paws. Unity packed up her possessions and the four made a circle leaving Drew to curl up against his mistresses back.

"I have overshadowed Jack Fenton and he and Maddie are taking a relaxing trip on a boat where they will be kept out of the way for a while, Honor."

"Jasmine refuse to tell anyone anything; not even that infuriating Valerie Grey or Samantha, Venetia."

"The stage is set for Tucker Foley to be scared out of his wits, Unidad."

Unity smiled, it was not a nice smile, "Drew and I are going to have a little chat with Samantha Manson."

"Not until I have spoken to her," Phantom growled. "She is mine after all."

"Of course," Unity said smoothly, "I have to lead Tucker to Venetia first anyway."

"Let Act Two begin," Venetia murmured.

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Sam jumped as Phantom stepped in front of her. "What do you want with me you freak?" She asked coldly.

"Do I need to have a reason?" He smirked "Is it not enough that I love?"

"Love?" Sam spat incredulously "What do you know about love, or emotion? You do not love me." Phantom silently chuckled, his red eyes flashing.

"Stop following me," the Goth jogged off and Phantom pouted before calling after her.

"You can't run from me Sam."

"Who do you think you are, strutting around like you own the place!"

"I don't 'own the place' as you say but I do own you."

"You possessive freak, stay away from me!" She turned away and again his eyes flashed red.

"I own you Sam," he repeated, calling after her them to himself, "You are mine."

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Sam was crying as she ran, tears streaming down her face. She was angry and tired, Phantom reminded her so much of Danny. Love, what was love? Has she loved Danny, she'd liked him, on that she was positive. Blinded with confusion she collided with a young woman. Sam apologised, not looking at her; Unity smiled.

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Three hours earlier Tucker Foley has happened upon Unity with surprise, "I thought you'd be in New York."

Unity's smile faded somewhat, "Martin broke up with me, hooked up with some woman called Jennifer. What a common name; Jennifer." Tucker happened to like the name Jennifer, and a girl called Jennifer; but he agreed with Unity all the same.

"Maybe you'd like some company," he suggested timidly, Unity brightened at once.

"Come with me, I want to show you something," Tucker let her take his hand, hoping he wasn't wildly sweating. Unity led him two blocks away from where they had met to a deserted warehouse.

"Go in," she nudged him, "keep going until you find something unusual." She instructed him and pointed. "That way," the warehouse was a maze of giant wooden crates. Scented candles flickered a pathway that Tucker nervously followed.

There was a clattering and Tucker jumped, "Who's there?" A cloaked figure emerged from behind some crates. "Who are you?"

"I am your Queen Tucker Foley, bow down to me," Tucker shuddered.

"Show me your face?" Venetia laughed hollowly.

"What face?" She lifted her hood to reveal the most horrifying thing Tucker had seen in his life…

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Unity reassuringly hugged Sam as she stopped crying, "Sorry," Sam sniffed, "Sorry I fell to pieces all over you like that, I a pretty strange stranger."

"What upset you, if you don't mind my asking?" Unity asked, handing her a tissue, Sam shook her head.

"I met someone who reminded me of a friend who ran away."

"I once knew someone who ran away," Unity said thoughtfully, "His name was Danny, Danny Fenton." Sam dropped the tissue.

"He's alive?" Unity shook her head sadly.

"He died, soon after I met him, poisoned by some green goo."

"Ecto plasm," Sam corrected quietly, "What was he like?"

"His greatest regret was leaving someone called Sam behind. He wandered a lot, always so pale, as if he wasn't there. We used to call him Phantom."

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Venetia examined the unconscious Tucker. He had been out cold for almost three hours.

"I love my job," she murmured and laughed, Tucker stirred and the beautiful red head stood and stepped away.

Tucker leapt to his feet and yelled in horror. Venetia moved out of the shadows, a look of concern adorning her fine features. "Are you okay? I heard screams and when I came in you were unconscious." Her victim gaped.

In his eyes he saw a girl slightly older than him, wearing jeans and a white peasant blouse. It hadn't taken Venetia long to change out of her Gothic dress and tie her hair back.

"I saw… it was… there was…" The Horror of what he had seen had reduced Tucker to a stuttering whimpering mess.

Venetia started laughing, and continued laughing. Tucker took one look at her delighted face and fled. Unity moved out of the shadows, she was smiling. "That was successful." Venetia ceased to laugh.

"He was out for longer than I expected.

Unity pulled two dark bottles out of a crate, "What did you show him?" Venetia let her face shimmer as if through a mist and turn into a bloody, broken mess. Unity winced "No wonder he fainted."

Venetia returned her face to its normal state and laughed.

They raised their bottles and each took a long draught of the blood that was inside.

Sorry for the delay on this one, I've been writing madly on a very large original work and my essay for Art of Guernica, the Martin and Jennifer bit is my little joke, those are my parents names