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Chapter 8

9-1-1 What's Your Emergency?

Seeley's stomach rumbled as he passed the restaurants and deli's on Grand Way. He stopped in front of an elegant restaurant and casually peered through the window. He looked closely at the man sitting in front of him and furrowed his brow.

"Is that . . . . ? . . . . No. It can't be." Seeley stared blankly at the window and did a double take. "No . . . . that's not Nigel. Is it?" He moved closer to the window and decided to go inside.

"How many?" Evelyn asked.

"Oh, I'm just here to see someone. I see him right over there." He pointed over to Frank and Evelyn let out a shallow sigh.

"You know him?"

"Who? Frank?"

"No, Nigel. That man over there with the curly black hair." He pointed over at Frank again.

"That's Frank sweetie," Evelyn laughed him off and handed him a menu. "You can go over to the table though if you'd like."

He decided he wanted to find out more about this strange character. "Nigel?" he called, wanting to confront him; he wanted to know what happened to her.

Frank took a small sip from his drink and leaned back in his chair.

"Nigel," he called again, but Frank thought nothing of the obnoxious man behind him.

Seeley finally became frustrated and decided to sit in the empty chair next to Frank. Ava hadn't returned from the bathroom so Frank helped himself to a Bloody Mary while waiting for her.

"Stood up?"

Frank looked up at him confused. "Would I happen to know you?"

"Come on Nigel, it's me."

"Pardon?" Frank interrupted. "I'm sorry but I believe you're thinking of someone else."

"He's not Nigel." Seeley thought to himself. "I need to find out who he really is."

He spoke up again, "no, aren't you Ava's cousin?"

And then it clicked.

Frank's eyes grew wide and he nearly spit out his drink. Frank knew who this strange man was and he needed to get Ava out of there as soon as possible. "Oh yes, hello Seeley."

"Um, do you know what happened to Ava? After the two of you left she never came back."

Frank took another sip of his drink. "No, I'm sorry. I haven't heard from her either. I tried to call her when I returned to the states but I never received a response."

"How did you manage to steal her away from me?"

Frank started to cough on his drink as he sat up. "Excuse me?"

Seeley pulled in closer to Frank and snarled. "I know you aren't her cousin. The real Nigel stopped by our house last week and I've been hunting you down ever since. " Seeley needed an idea that would scare him.

Frank quickly pulled away from him. "That's quite possibly the most absurd thing I've ever heard. I believe you abused Ava and she came to me for help. I think that perhaps you best leave this topic alone."

"So it is true!" he screamed. "Who the hell are you then?"

"My name is Frank," his face twisted into a growl and he turned to Seeley. "And you are not to go anywhere near her."

"Who are you to say that to me?"

"I am her fiancé you sadistic bastard and as I have said to you before, you are to leave her alone." He was now being terribly arrogant and he had every right to be. The man in front of him was lucky that his temper didn't flare up.

Ava stepped out of the bathroom and started towards the table. She saw Seeley talking with Frank and turned back towards the bathroom. Frank saw her and mouthed the words "Go. Now". Seeley glared at Frank and quickly turned around, meeting his gaze with Ava.

He'd found her, her prediction was right.

Seeley tried to stand but Frank held him down. "I don't think you'd want to do that."

"Take your hands off me," he snarled.

"I don't believe I will until you calm, down." Frank turned to Ava and hollered, "appelez neuf un un."

Ava ran back into the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls. Her hands began to sweat and she was barely able to hold her phone. She dialed the three numbers and held the phone to her ear.

"Nine-one-one what's your emergency?"

Ava was choking back her tears. "Hi, I'm at Bella Notre and my ex-boyfriend is here and he's making a scene. My boyfriend is trying to restrain him while I'm hiding in the bathroom. Please hurry. I'm afraid he'll kill me."

"Okay miss, I will send someone right over."

Minutes passed before the streets filled with sirens. By the time they rushed in, Frank had bruised Seeley's arm from restraining him. When the police walked over to the table he released his grip and pushed Seeley back.

"I shall say this once and in words that your half witted brain will understand." Frank paused a minute. "Leave her alone," he snarled. "If I see you anywhere near her, I will bring you such pain you'll wish you were dead instead of in my grasp."

Seeley decided it was best to leave with the police fearing what Frank might do. When Seeley was out of sight Ava ran back over to the table and hugged Frank. She clung onto him and feverishly kissed him, thanking him for keeping her safe.

Ava crashed into her chair and began to sob. "I can't-I." she wept. "I can't put you in harm's way.

Frank said nothing as he knelt and held her tear drenched hand. She squeezed it hard, digging her nails into his smooth skin. Frank winced but knew she needed something to release her distress and anger. Ava pulled him towards her and Frank felt an item in his jacket pocket fallout.

Ava looked down at the floor and saw the little black box. "Frankie what's that?"

"Hm?" He looked down and noticed the box.

"It fell out of your pocket."

"Ava, I didn't want to do it this way. Erm, well, under these circumstances."

"Do what Frank?"

Frank stood up and placed Ava in her chair. He softly whispered, "I've only seen this in movies so I hope I'm doing it right." He kneeled back down and picked up the small package bending down on one knee and smiled lovingly up at her. "Ava, I have never met someone that could compare to you. On Transylvania not a soul could compete with our love, if you had been there, I never would have needed to spend my nights with anyone else. As a child I vowed to never have such feelings and now it seems I have broken my promise. You are my one, my only, will you marry me?"

Her eyes sparkled with excitement and this time, the tears that sprang to her eyes were tears of joy. "Yes," she cried. "Yes!"

I think I'm going to edit this chapter a bit because while I was reviewing it I was falling asleep but I promised a friend I would post it. It might be edited just a tiny bit though.