Ok... This is not a fanfic (first of it all) it is a actual story I'm writing, so every character in this story is my own.
Warning, there is adult language and some sexual scenes. You have been warned
Don't forget to review, thank you (and if anyone has any suggestions please contact me)Nancy Vargas
I woke up around ten in the morning. They're where birds in the background, and other sounds I didn't care for. I took a shower and put the same clothes on, none of this would matter when I find Nancy. I picked up the phone and dialed the main office of the hotel I was in; a woman's voice came on
"Hello, room service, this is Nancy"
I stood quiet "Hello, Nancy, your last name wouldn't be Vargas would it?"
There was silence on the other end "no, why?"
As I would be that lucky twice "never mind, can you bring me a yellow pages, please? I'm in room 73"
"Sure" replied Nancy and hung up.
I finished dressing a few minutes later as I scanned the yellow pages for a Nancy Vargas, in this town.
I finally found 17 entries of "Vargas, Nancy" this was going to be hard, the one I was looking for would be about twenty something years old, I needed to narrow down my search somehow. I left the room and into the main office (the only exit) and gave the man a check.
"Thank you for staying with us…" he looked at the check "Mr. James Anderson"
I walked away and looked at the phone Sat had given me, it rang, the ring tone sounded like a song that would play from a antagonist in a movie in the sixties, I answered "why don't you just put it to say 'I am Satan!' or something?" I asked
"Because you're not" she replied, smartly. "Need me for something?"
"Yeah, there's like seventeen Nancy Vargas' in this town, how the hell will I find the one? I need you to narrow it down"
"Hey you're the one who wanted to cut 500 years and go straight for the decedents of Jesus Christ" she replied
"Yeah, yeah, yeah… just tell me how to find her"
"Fine… I'll give you two hints: you know her and she's been on TV" she replied
"I do?"
"Yeah, and you also talked to her on the phone"
I thought about it for a while "I see… so I'm going to have to keep my promise, wont I?"
"Yup"
"Alright, I'll talk to you later, and give me a CD player or something so I can listen to something."
"Fine" she replied
I looked in my pocket and an Apple Ipod appeared in there. I pulled it out and stared at it.
"Pink?" I complained
"What, its cute"
"Satrina…"
"Fine, you're no fun"
The ipod turned from pink to black.
"Thank you" I said
"You're welcomed, love you" she replied and hung up
I closed the phone and put my earphones on, I started walking and something smacked me in the back of my head
"Fine… I love you, too," I said and heard some giggling, a woman passed by staring at me. I ignored her and I saw a playlist that was named "". The first song that played was "Blurry" by Puddle of Mudd. I walked into town.
I knew exactly where to look. I went into the police station. There was a large black woman and a tall white male sat in the front. A large "Information" sign over the couple. I went up to them.
The woman greeted me. "Can I help you, honey?"
"Yes, I'm looking for a woman who works here, her name is Nancy" I replied
"Ms Vargas?" Asked the male
"Yeah"
"She's off today"
"Can I have her home address, I need to talk to her," I asked
"Sorry sir, we are not allowed to release that information to the public, but I can help you," replied the female
"That's alright, when is she going to be back?" I asked
"In about a month"
"Thank you" I said and turned around.
'Sat' I thought
"Diversion?" asked Sat's voice in my head.
'Could you, please?'
At that moment a young man came in with a shot gun and shot in the air once, then cocked it once.
Cops immediately surrounded him; the information people passed me and held their guns along side their fellow policemen.
I casually walked behind the computers in the information desk and hit search on the black screen with the letters "Police office #7731" on top. I hit F4 for search and typed "Vargas, Nancy". An address, phone number, and a picture came out. It was the same picture that they posted on the television. I printed it out. I waited for the print as the man with the shotgun made some stupid demands, like a gallon of ice cream with peanuts on top. The policemen looked at each other confused.
I took the print when it came out and looked at the man with the shotgun, he started crying then fainted. I walked by the man as the policemen looked at me.
"You guys do a great job keep it up" I said and walked out
"5666 Cherry Tree drive" I whispered to myself. I looked around. The streets were covered with people. I know these streets like the back of my hand. When you have spent 200 years with no fears in this world… and five years in this town alone: you get around.
I started walking south, not because Cherry Tree drive was there, but because I was hungry. I put on my earphones and hit play "Forget to Remember" by Mudvaybe started.