Alexandra Knight
"What was that about?" Scarlet asks me once I hang up.
I tell her and once I am done, she looks worried.
Placing her feet on the hospital floor she stands up and begins to wobble, but I steady her.
"Whoa Scarlet, you just woke up from a coma remember?"
She rolls her eyes and walks briskly over to the door.
Peeking out for a moment, she turns back to Baba and I.
"We need to head out to the Assassin House." she tells me.
I nod, however Scarlet raises an eyebrow, "We can't do that with you in my clothes, Alex."
Duh. I face palm.
Baba lifts up the bag I had brought with us and sets it down on the bed.
"Call me back in when you guys are done." He says then leaves the room.
Scarlet snickers as soon as the door closes and she pulls the curtain to block the view.
"Now tell me what's going on with you and Baba." she demands.
"What do you mean?"
She rolls her eyes again, and explains, "He looked happy when I said your name and had an emotion in his eyes when he looked at you. An emotion that is very rare and that I never ever thought I'd see from him. Now spill."
I unfasten the quiver and set it down on the bed next to the bag then take off her trench coat. And then I talk as I take off the long red wig I had been wearing.
"He makes me feel different."
Scarlet being well...Scarlet digs further, "How? Different from Cayden?" At the mention of my old highchool long term boyfriend who had broken up with me, I wince.
"Yeah well, anyone would be different from that bastard." I say taking off her combat boots.
She smiles yet continues prodding.
"So, have you guys kissed?"
I look at her in horror. "Are you serious?"
She shakes her head, "I take that as a no. What have you guys done?"
I tell her what happened at the mansion earlier that night.
Once I am done she laughs, "Seriously? He thought you were me? Classic!"
I shake my head and we are silent as we switch clothes.
Pulling on the leather jacket I had I hear Scarlet sigh as she fastens her quiver over her chest.
"What's up with you sis?"
She takes a deep breath before picking up her bow and saying, "Believe it or not, I missed this."
Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow, "Why you say that?"
"You don't get it Alexandra. This is all I have."
I scoff, "What am I? Chopped liver?"
She smiles a little at that, "No you're not. You are the sister who got a choice."
"Scarlet..."
"You don't see it, Alex. You got to go to school. You got a normal run-of-the-mill bastard boyfriend. I got nothing."
I pause, "No."
Scarlet is surprised, "What?"
"You got something I can never get."
Scarlet waits for me to continue and I do,
"You got friends that you can be yourself around and not worry about them judging you. I can never be that way around anyone. And besides you got a wickedly awesome sister who can never thank you enough for everything you have done for her."
Scarlet smiles, "You're right."
"Aren't I always?"
She laughs and we leave the room after I grab the bag off to go to the Assassin house.
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A/N: I love this chapter, because it shows just how close the two sisters are. The real-life Scarlet and Alexandra would be happy to know that they are still in the book, and going strong. I firmly believe that in heaven, the both of them would love to have seen the end of this book and the series. That's why i am still going to write this series until the end of it. No matter how long it takes me.
Yes Both of the inspirations for the sisters are gone and 'Dancing on the streets of gold' and it makes me sad to say that, since I still wish that they were here.
A sad note, Apparently Scarlet had purposefully thrown herself in front of the oncoming car. And before she did she had left me a letter telling me that she was sorry. She also left me a flash drive of all our pictures and a plot line of a new book she never got around to telling me to write.
She wanted to be with her sister so badly, but I just wish that she would have told me, so that we could have worked things out together. After Alexandra died of cancer, Scarlet was torn apart and blamed herself. She buried herself in her work and I could tell in the months afterwards that she felt like she was buried along with her sister.
Sorry to make you sad, just wanted to get it off my chest.
-Athena Constance
