Chapter Two
I tightened the last lug nut on the old S10 I have been working on, last job of the day. I am appreciative of the mindless work of changing breaks and fixing fan belts because after this morning my mind was on everything but work. My mind races with all of the unanswered questions I have. What did those guys want? They obviously know me though I have never seen them before in my life. I file a few papers and prepare several bills for vehicle pick-ups in the morning. After cleaning up a bit I head out into the darkness, pausing to take in a deep breath, savoring the the smell of the garage. Oil, dirt, sweat, and tears, my favorite sent in the world. I walk slowly over to my car, a midnight blue, 02' Chevy Cavalier Z24. To me the way the lights reflect onto the car make it look like a Lamborghini.
Suddenly the images of my two stalkers intrude upon my vehicular fantasy striking fear through me like a double edged sword. I run the rest of the way to my car, throw myself into the drivers seat, turn the key and slam it in gear in one fluid motion. I race down the dark abandoned roads. The shadows of the tall evergreens break through the moonlight and dance across my windshield and even though I am all alone I still feel someone eyes piercing through the windows no matter how hard I try to evade them.
When I finally arrive home I hurry up the walkway to the poorly lit house, continuously peering over my shoulder. My sane and fearful side thankful to see no one and my rebel adventurous side wishing I did. Once inside I take notice that everyone had gone off to bed. I hate coming home to a quiet house. It means that I am left only to my own thoughts. Some thoughts I can easily explain, like the deep hole in my heart left from the passing of Devin. Others are still a mystery. Like the images I have of a life I never lived but somehow still vaguely recall. That unnerving feeling I have felt my entire life that I am different and that no matter what I do I am destined to go elsewhere than here to serve a grander purpose. Unfortunately, the greater evil takes over and the memories of my lost love come flooding back. I crawl into bed without undressing or pulling down the sheets. Clinging to my pillow I eventually cry myself to sleep.
Just outside, however, someone is watching. Two someones actually.
"I hate seeing Lyla like this!" states Elliot "She just isn't the same girl we grew up with. She's lost her innocence." he continues sadly
"No. It's still there. She just hides it deep inside herself." Dom corrects staring in at the now child like woman asleep on the bed "If she didn't this life would have eaten her alive."Dom forces his gaze away suddenly feeling emotionally exposed
" I still don't understand why the Highest sent her away all those years ago anyway!" said Elliot
"If he hadn't she never would have known this life and all this pain!"
"He had to ensure our survival. She had to be sent where she couldn't be found so she could live to see the day she would fulfill her destiny." Lectures Domonic, thankful that his companion had missed the sincerity in his last comment
"How?" questions Elliot
Dom rolls his eyes and continues his brief history lesson
"Our bloodlines were compromised years ago, Lyla is the last pure blood left." "Basically, without her our kind will cease to exist." Then, as if cued but the despair in Dom's voice, it began to downpour. The heavy rain and crashing thunder silences them both leaving only the feeling of sorrow and desperation.