*Peeks shyly around the corner* Hi?

So sorry for taking so long and I hate to repeat myself… so I won't!

To be honest with you guys, I hadn't planned on continuing this story. I was planning on writing one more finishing chapter and be done with it, but after reading the reviews, I couldn't…So here's another (tiny) chapter. Please note that with summer vacation and everything, I'll update even less regularly (sorry!)

Soph

The weeks that had gone by had allowed her to get fully used to her new ID. The fishermen, the market vendors, the local baker… they all knew her as Evangeline Pirra. The only person still calling her Sara was Neal, if you don't include her own voice of reason.

And so she didn't mean to respond. To turn around and face the voice that called her real name. She certainly did not mean to drop all the bags she was holding when she saw him, or to allow her blood to turn into ice.

And yet she did all the above.

"Well, I'll be damned! It really is the one and only Sara Ellis!"

It was like time had stopped everything and yet everyone kept moving. Like she was trapped in her own body and couldn't get out, no matter how badly she'd wish she could.

He moved the toothpick from the left corner of his mouth effortlessly to his right; a move she remembers so clearly as it flooded back to the surface of her memory, along with everything else that had happened ten years ago.

Sara took a big gulp of fresh air in a desperate attempt to calm her pounding heart, as he put his hands in his pockets and set course towards her. It felt like her eyes could pop out any second and somehow, through the gaze of confusion and fear, a portion of her mind could be glad she had decided to get fresh baguettes for breakfast today; so she hadn't actually eaten something that her sick stomach could throw up.

He placed his hand on her jawline; a symbol of affection in any normal circumstance, but Sara's skin seemed to be burning under his touch. His eyes never left hers and Sara could read the amusement he was experiencing at her shocked state. It disgusted and angered her and she was glad those emotions had finally reached the surface; at least anger was something she understood, something she could work with, as appose to the paralyzing fear that had controlled her body for the last minute.

"You look even more beautiful than you did ten years ago," if it hadn't been for the smirk and the devious grin, Sara would almost swear he spoke with affection.

This fact angered her even more and could feel the adrenaline shoot through her veins; it gave her control again. She pushed his hand away from her face and glared as viciously as she could.

To her dismay, but not to her surprise, he was not at all impressed. In fact, it amused him even more as he gave a chuckle and bowed his head slightly. When he looked up, all amusement was stripped and instead his face was rigid with a terrifying earnest, "Let's take a walk, shall we?"

It was not a question, not even a request; it was a demand and Sara knew all too well not to ignore it. She bent down to retrieve her bags when his heavy voice hit her like a whip: "Leave them."

Sara let go of the bags, as if he controlled her every movement, and stiffly got up, only to be escorted by him as they began their "walk".

"You're awfully quiet. It's been a while, Sara, ten years and you have nothing to say? I gotta say; I'm hurt."

"Screw you." To her credit; her words did come from the heart.

She suddenly felt his tight grip around her upper arm - it would bruise for sure -as he brusquely pulled her into an alley and pushed her against the wall. In an instant he used his free hand to grab her hair and pull her head back. It all happened so quick and with her body pressed tightly between the wall and his body, Sara had forgotten how to breathe. He lowered his head till his lips were now near her ear.

"You think I don't know, huh? Evangeline?" His voice was an urgent hiss right into her ear and she could feel his warm breath crash angrily against her skin. Somehow, it didn't surprise her one bit that he knew her new name. "Think I haven't been keeping tabs on you? That I don't know what you've been doing every single day for the past ten years? Think again, darling."

He rubbed his nose firmly against her cheek as he breathed in her scent and Sara could no longer suppress the objecting moan that had been lingering on her tongue ever since he grabbed her arm. Something inside her made her shut her eyes; maybe it was because she was trying not to cry, or maybe it was because she didn't want to see what was happening.

She didn't have much time to figure out which was the right reason as he all but gently cupped her jaw and pressed her cheeks inward with his thumb and index finger. His lips had found her ears again and he continued in the same hiss as before; "Here's what you're gonna do: You're gonna go onto your little boat and sail right back to your little island. You're gonna continue your day like you always have and then your gonna convince your little boyfriend to come back to the mainland with you, understand?"

As painful as it was to move under his grasp, Sara tried to nod her head.

"You don't do as I say and loverboy loses a hand, got it?"

Sara shut her eyes again, but this time she knew exactly why; it was to clear her vision that had been clouded by the tears balancing on the brim. He took her tears as a confirmation and brutally let go of her. Her hands flew to her jaw to reduce some of the pain. She eyed him viciously out of the corner of her eyes and quickly got rid of the betraying tears.

"Well, go on now, wouldn't want loverboy to get worried, now would we?"

Sara swallowed hard and bitterly wondered where her gun was when she needed it. She clenched her fists and tightened her jaw, setting foot to where her bags were still sprawled out on the ground.

She should have killed him when she had the chance.

I'm a bit unsure about this chapter... Please leave your thoughts and concerns!

Soph