Chapter Ten
Edward stood slowly and grabbed a big fluffy towel
for me, and a smaller
one for my hair. He laid them on the chair he had
occupied and stepped back.
"I'll let you wash off."
"Ok."
We gave each other an awkward glance before he
left the room. It's not that
we weren't comfortable with one another. We were,
although the feelings I'd
been having for Edward lately confused and scared
me. Edward had just told
me the overview to his past. It was a big
breakthrough, and I think it
lifted a burden off of his shoulder. I took a
quick shower, dried off, and
blow-dried my hair until it was almost dry and
threw on the black robe Edward had given me. I padded out into the bedroom to
find Edward sitting up in bed with the
plate of chocolates I'd bought. I dug my sleep
shirt out of the top of my duffel bag and grabbed a pair of underwear, too.
Jean-Claude had been a bad influence on my clothing.
"Don't look." I said to Edward.
Edward merely closed his eyes.
"You're going to have to do better than that."
I said.
Edward threw his sheet over his head, reeling in
my plate of fine chocolates under the covers with him. Turning around, I peeled
the robe off and pulled on my underwear. I pulled my shirt over my head and
hung the robe up on the
bathroom hook. I walked back over to the bed and
crawled under the covers with Edward.
"Do you like it under the sheets,
Edward?" I taunted, reaching over to grab a chocolate. The plate was
empty.
"Edward, you've gotta be shitting me! You ate
all the chocolates?" I said outraged, grabbing the empty plate off of his
lap.
"No." he replied. He brought his hand
into my view. There was a lone chocolate, sitting like a hostage in his hand. I
shot my hand towards his hand, but he swiped it back, out of my reach.
"What do I have to do to get it?"
"How are the boys doing?"
"Edward, this isn't the time to chit-chat.
We're on the run from two dangerous killers, we need to plan. "I'm
changing the subject for the moment." Edward said with a blank face,
pulling back the sheet so he could see me a
fraction better.
I sighed, "What! What do you want to know?
They're not dead yet, if you're asking. And no, you can't kill them."
"I wasn't, and damn. Are they out of the
picture yet?"
I hesitated. What was I supposed to say to Edward about
that? I didn't have a clue as to if I was still with them or not. It's not like
I could tell Edward about them breaking into my mind while I was having naughty
thoughts
about Edward.
"I don't know." I answered.
"You don't know? Having troubles with the
corpse and fur-face, are we?"
"Edward." He was truly starting to piss
me off. Why did he have such a
fascination with my relationships anyways?
"What? You don't feel comfortable talking
about them?"
"Stop being an asshole. If I didn't know any
better, I'd say you're
jealous."
Edward leaned towards my face, invading my
personal space.
"I am not jealous, Anita. Now tell me."
"Tell you what, Edward? What about your
personal life? How are Donna and the
kids doing?" I hissed in his face.
"We're on your personal life right now,
Anita. Wait your turn."
Edward started to pull away from my face and into
the retreat of the sheets,
but I grabbed his forearm. Edward yanked his arm
backwards, causing me to
tumble over Edward and off the bed; taking the sheet
and Edward with me.
We landed hard on flooring while tangled in the
sheets. I was thoroughly
pissed now. I clawed at the sheets trying to find
my way out or to Edward,
whichever happened first. I pulled back part of
the sheet and found Edward
trying to disentangle himself as well. I growled
at him and pounced on him.
He was ready, however, and used his arms to throw
me over himself. I
recovered and leapt at Edward again, grabbing his
forearms, he did the same
to me. I fell hard on my back, Edward had used a
low kick on me. I don't
know how, the sheets were making everything a
hassle. He jumped like a
leopard on top of my stomach and held my hands
down on the floor. Shit. I
was not going to lose this easily. I wonder what
people would think if Death
and the Executioner were having a fight in a
sheet. Nevertheless, the fight
starting because of a chocolate. I decided to put
my Judo skills to use and
flipped him over onto his back, throwing me on top
of him.
"So, you like it on the top better?"
Edward spoke with heat.
"Fuck you, Edward. We're not going there.
What the hell's your problem? Your
jealousy is practically leaking out of your
skin!"
"I told you, I'm not jealous."
"Bullshit you're not."
Edward looked at me with his cold eyes, and for a
moment, just a moment, I
saw them soften and warm up. They showed hurt and
pain, but just as soon as
I saw emotion, his eyes sucked his emotions back
down.
"Edward, I don't want to fight with
you."
"And I don't want to fight with you."
"So are we good?"
"We're good, for now."
I replied with a sigh and dropped down onto his
lean body without realizing I'd done so; but I managed to roll off of him and
land on my back, laying next to him. We must've been quiet for a couple of
minutes because the next
thing I knew, Edward had rolled over and was
holding half of the chocolate
we had been fighting over, between his two
forefingers. I smiled skeptically
at him, and after I made no moves, he lightly
placed half of the chocolate
between my lips and into my mouth. He did the same
with his own chocolate
and jumped up, pulling the sheet up. A cool breeze
flowed over me, stifling
the heat I had been engulfed in second ago.
"I think it's time for bed." Edward
simply stated as he leaned down,
grabbing the ends of the sheet that I was laying
on and hoisting me up. I
felt like I was in a hammock, too bad Edward
couldn't just stand all night
holding the sheet. He swung me onto the bed and
leaned over to shut off the
bedside lamp. I pulled the sheets over us once
Edward was in bed.
"Edward?"
"Yes?" Edward replied, rolling over to
look at me.
"Who do you think we should take care of
first?"
"This isn't the best time to
strategize."
"I know."
Edward hesitated before he answered, "We
should take out Olaf first. My
uncle will most likely have a small army backing
him up."
"That really comforts me." I said
semi-sarcastically. I was feeling tired
and groggy so I couldn't add the extra
"spice" to my sarcasm. Do you know
why I was really sarcastic, though? I was scared.
Scared shitless, that is.
Edward and I would eventually have to go up
against Edward's own uncle. The
man who killed Edward's own parents, his family.
Now his uncle was after me.
It truly wasn't a comforting thought. Not at all. A
shiver ran through my
body, and didn't disappear. I could feel it
quaking inside of me as I fell
asleep.
Chapter 11
Note: This chapter--well most of it-- is a
dream/nightmare. Most of the
beginning dialog was in italics, but Bill Gates
hates Macs, sooo the italics
went bye-bye.
"Anita, honey, come here! I want you to meet
someone."
"Mom?"
"Come here, Anita."
My mother was sitting on the living room couch,
talking with someone. I was
in my childhood home. I rounded the corner to see
my mom speaking with the
person I couldn't see.
"Honey, sit down." My mother said,
patting the empty spot next to her on the
couch. My mom's long curly dark hair was tied in a
braid down her back.
"Anita, I'd like you to meet Olaf. He'd like
to take you on a hunt. Isn't
that wonderful?"
Olaf looked up at me, a wide grin smeared across
his face.
"Yes, Anita. Let us hunt. Perhaps we could
hunt Edward? "
"Doesn't that sound fun?" My mother
spoke, cheerfully.
"This isn't real," I spoke urgently.
"You're not real, you're dead. You died
in a car crash years ago." I spoke towards
what was supposed to be my mom.
Olaf just continued to give me drowning looks.
"Anita, what are you talking about?" My
mom said, standing.
"Perhaps we can hunt my prey, first? "
Olaf, reached behind his back and
pulled out what had to be a torturing kit,
custom-made.
"You're not real, Olaf. You can't be in my
dreams, that's not possible."
"But it is, Anita. If you will not hunt with
me during your waking hours, I
shall hunt with or for you in your sleeping
hours." Olaf smirked, opening his kit. He pulled out something that looked
like something the ancient
Egyptians used for removing the brains out of the
nose and twirled it
around.
"Anita, you should try it, I have. It's
fun." My mother answered.
This wasn't my mother, she didn't act anything
like this. This wasn't real.
"Anita, let me show you the fun we can
have." Olaf said, and with a single
swipe, he drove the Egyptian-looking tool into my
mother's ribcage and drove
it upwards. My mom gasped...then smiled.
"Oh, it feels wonderful." My mother
giggled.
"Mom!" I screamed, running across the
room. I reached down, only to find
that I had no weapons, none at all. Blood was
running down the white dress
my mother was wearing.
"Olaf, I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Do you want to try, Anita?" Olaf asked.
I was confused.
"What?" Before I knew what was
happening, Olaf ripped the tool out of my
mother and swung it into my heart. Pain only one
could imagine flooded over
my body. I sucked in a pound of air and clutched
the tool that was protruding
from my chest. Blood poured over my hands as I
tried to stop the blood flow.
Olaf had hit my heart, my heart.. I felt blood
dribble out of the corner of
my mouth and down my chin.Why was I feeling pain?
This was a dream, you
don't feel pain in dreams, do you?
I threw my gaze on Olaf, and before I knew what I
was doing, my mouth was
forming the name, "Edward", in the form
of a full out scream.
Anita. Anita. ANITA!
The nightmare shattered and Edward was on top of
me, trying to hold me down.
My back stopped arching and I fell flat onto the
bed. My breath was coming
out in short gasps and my heart felt like it was
going to be crushed. I
looked up to find Edward's eyes wide with shock,
and concern.
"It hurts." I whispered in pain. I felt
tears streaming down my cheeks. It
hurt that bad. My body was writhing, I couldn't
lay still.
"Anita, what hurts? You were thrashing around
in the bed and mumbling
things. Then you started screaming my name."
Edward said, adjusting his
hands so that they were entwined in mine, but
still holding them firmly.
"My heart." I whispered. All I could do
was whisper. My body felt like a
rock was sitting on top of me and it wasn't
Edward.
"Your heart?" Edward asked. I nodded
minutely.
Edward let go of my hands and pulled the shirt of
my collar down gently. I
was still trying to gasp for air.
"What the hell?" Edward whispered, in
what had to be a concerned tone.
"What?" I croaked.
Edward got up and came back seconds later with a
small mirror in hand. He
pulled my collar down again. I think I stopped
breathing for a couple of
seconds. A bruise the color of violet and bright
red covered most of my left
breast.
"Oh my god." I whispered.
"Anita? What happened? You didn't do this to
yourself. It's impossible." He
said quietly, searching my eyes for an answer.
"I didn't do it. Olaf did...in my
dreams."
"What?"
I only nodded, and tried to swallow. It hurt so
much that I actually let out
a small yelp.
"Anita, I don't want to take you to the
hospital. It's too risky. I think I
might have to, though."
"No, Edward," I swallowed. "don't
take me."
He was silent for a moment, then, "We're not
staying here then. We're
getting out of this country, now." With that,
Edward got up slowly, probably
so that he wouldn't hurt me any more than I was,
and started packing.
Chapter 12
The plane ride was the worst I'd ever experienced.
My heart continued to
feel like it was being crushed throughout the ride
to Germany. Yes, Germany.
Edward thought it would be a good idea to drag
Olaf back to his home
country. If the cops there found out Olaf was back
in Deutschland, wow. I
wouldn't expect anything less than a couple of
S.W.A.T. teams, and a couple
forces of cops if anyone found out Olaf was in
town. When we got off the
plane, Edward gave me a very long piggy back ride
to a cab. After Edward
gave the cab driver directions in German; we ended
up at a hotel that Edward
had reserved in Berlin.
Edward gave me another piggy back ride into the
hotel and up to the main
desk, with another attendent following behind us
with our bags.
"Hello." The desk attendant smiled at
Edward and I.
"Hello." Edward replied. Edward gave the
man different fake aliases than the
one's we had had.
"Ah, another thing. My fiancée and I value
our privacy. I'd appreciate it if
you'd not tell anyone we're here. Anyone. If
anyone comes in asking for us,
for any reason, could you please tell me?"
Edward spoke quietly, sliding
two-hundred dollars over the counter.
"Yes, sir, I shall do my best and spread the
word to the other desk
attendants." The man said with wide eyes,
nodding almost furiously.
"Good," Edward smiled graciously.
"I might be able to compensate you some
more if the opportunity arises."
With that, Edward slid the key card off the the
table and headed towards the
elevator, luggage attendant in tow. When we
reached our floor, and had
almost reached our room; Edward handed the key
card to the attendant. The
attendant slid the card into the slot and opened
the door. I waited for a
gunshot, but none came. Finally, the attendant
walked out, minus our
luggage. I closed my eyes with relief. Thank you,
God, I silently prayed.
"Danka." Edward said to the luggage
attendant as he handed over a large tip
to the young man. Edward hauled me into the room
and locked the door. How
typical. The room was a small suite, furnished
with a small kitchen/bar,
queen-sized bed, just about everything.
Edward managed to pull the covers up on the bed
with me strapped to his back
and laid me down. The sun wasn't up yet and I was
hurting like hell. I was
clutching at my chest like I was trying to punch
out a hole. Edward pulled off my shoes and socks and reached across the bed,
grabbing a big sturdy
looking pillow. He pried my hands away from my
chest and managed to stuff
the pillow in between before he let my arms free.
The pillow made my chest
feel about 100 times better. I bit the end of the
pillow like it was a
mouth guard and rolled over on my stomach.
I didn't fall asleep. Even when Edward came back
in the room about an hour
later, I was still laying in the bed, face down.
The curtains were closed and Edward sunk in bed
next to me. He didn't say anything even though he
knew I was still awake.
"Are you afraid to sleep?" Edward said
quietly, staring at me across the
large bed.
"Yes."
We didn't say anything for a couple of moments,
but Edward surprised me when
he scooted over towards me. He reached gently
behind me and pulled me into
him, hold me tight. I nuzzled into him just a
little, my chest hurting less
and less. I fell asleep for the second time
thinking that Edward was a great
pillow.
Chapter 13
When I
woke up, the bed was empty and the pillow I'd had last night was being held
tightly to my chest, again. I let go of the pillow reluctantly
and pulled my shirt collar down to find flawless
skin. There were definitely times when I was thankful for having the marks and
the Triumverate.
I couldn't even think of how many times they had
proved useful. I reached under my pillow and after a quick brushing of my hand,
I found my Browning.
I glanced over at the bedside table and noticed a
fancy ivory and gold phone...which made me remind myself. I hadn't told anyone
that I'd left. I'd
left everyone high and dry in an instant. Ronnie,
Micah, the leopards, the pack, Bert, Dolph, Zerbrowski, Rafael, the rats, none
of them knew I was sitting in a hotel room overseas. The leopards would be all
right with Micah around, and the pack and rats didn't need me. If I called
Bert, he'd
threaten my job (although he wouldn't fire me
because I'm too valuable to him). Ronnie wouldn't have a clue where I was, and
she wouldn't be able to track me because Edward was covering our tracks. Edward
probably wouldn't let me call anyways because the phones could be tracked.
I didn't
want to think about talking to Jean-Claude and Richard. They'd probably be nice
enough to tell everyone that mattered most that I was out
on some sort of business and cover for me.
Although they wouldn't be happy.
They probably knew that I was thousands of miles
away, but other than that--I'm sure they were clueless. Everyone would manage
to do without me.
Besides, I had more confusing and life-threatening
predicaments to deal with at present.
Olaf
physically, or metaphysically in this case, had managed to jump into my dreams
this morning. How in the hell had he done that? The first and last time I'd
seen him, he hadn't had any sort of power floating about him. Since he didn't
have any powers, I had to assume he'd gotten someone with powers to do his "dirty work." I
had no idea whatsoever of who or what
could send a person into someone else's dreams and nightmares. Not to
mention, this person's capability to cause pain to a person inside and outside
a dream.
Not only
would Olaf and Van Cleef have to be killed off, but whoever was giving passes
into my dreams would have to go too. This person was so not
radiating, "Hey! I'm a really nice
person" goodness. If they were trying to,
it was downright pathetic. As I sat in bed, deep
in thought, the bedroom
door creaked open slowly. My hand reached under
the pillow towards my gun
automatically.
"Anita, finally awake?" Edward said,
taking notice of my hand's frozen
position under the pillow. He opened the door the
rest of the way and walked
towards the foot of the bed.
"You shouldn't have let me sleep so
long." I said.
"I thought you needed the rest, and besides,
it gave me time to work."
"Work?"
Edward nodded.
"Tracking." he clarified. "How's
the mess?" he asked, acknowledging my chest.
"It's gone." I said. Edward nodded, but
didn't say anything. I knew he hated
that I had gone and attached myself to the
monsters; so I didn't expect any
sort of reply. I pulled my shirt down for what
seemed like the billionth
time for added confirmation that I had recovered.
"Thanks for being a pillow last night. It
helped a lot." I said in a
grateful tone.
"No problem."
"Did you find anything of use?" I asked,
before Edward got back on the
subject of Jean-Claude and Richard.
"Yes." he said carefully, with an
equally careful and blank gaze.
I sighed. "Do you want to tell me?"
"Olaf's in Germany."
My eyes noticeably widened, "That
quick?"
"Yes, and I'm not liking it at all. He
shouldn't be able to be tracking us
this quickly. Not with the resources he has."
"How's he doing it then? Do you know if he's
in the area?" I asked.
Edward only shook his head. He obviously wasn't
happy.
Edward spoke up. "The only person I know
that's been able to track me this
quickly has been Van Cleef."
"Shit." Was my educated reply.
"Exactly."
I
shimmied out of bed and found the bathroom. I turned on the cold water
faucet and cupped my hands together to gather
water for washing out my
mouth. Edward had followed me in, shutting the
door, and was sitting on the
bathtub's edge. I spit the water out of my mouth
and found reddish-brown
flakes mixed in with the water. Dried blood.
Damnit. I put my finger in my
mouth and ran it along the inside of my cheek and
brought it out again for
inspection. A small amount of wet blood clung to
my finger. I looked in the
bathroom mirror and saw Edward gazing at me
curiously.
"Blood." I simply stated, holding up my
finger.
Edward
only let out a sigh. One that sounded frustrated. I noticed a
couple of small boxes that oddly enough, looked
like hair dye shelved against
the bathtub.
"What's that?" I said pointing towards
the boxes.
Edward, of course, avoided a straight answer and
instead said, "Anita, we
need to change your appearance some more. We
didn't really get to finish it
in London. We'll have to do it now. Definitely if
Olaf's in Germany."
"Like what?"
"Your hair, maybe some makeup."
"You're not touching a hair on my head."
"Anita."
"No. End of discussion."
"Anita, the stuff I have isn't permanent.
It'll come out after awhile."
I glared
at him as I wiped my hands on a towel. In a quick movement, I
sprinted towards the closed bathroom door. Edward
must've known what my
reaction would be because he was next to me in an
instant. Edward grabbed me
around the waist and pulled me away from the door.
I jammed my elbow
backwards into his stomach and heard a content,
"oomph", but he held onto me
like a magnet. He managed to pull me back from the
door and I felt cold
metal touch my hands and a "click" sound
after. Handcuffs. Edward pushed me
down by the tub and turned on the faucet, running
his hand under the tap,
trying to get a comfortable temperature. Edward
took a towel and threw it
around my neck, I glared.
"Edward, don't do this. Can't you disguise me
some other way?"
"Nope. If it makes you feel any better, I'll
give you three choices."
"What are they?"
"One is that I straighten your hair with
this," he said, holding a box in my
view. It said, 'semi-permanent'. "The second
one is that you let me
highlight your hair, and I straighten it with an
iron--which will take
longer. Or you can let me use this," he
pointed to a box, it said 'natural
ingrediants, no harsh chemicals'. "Some of my
business associates have told
me that this works well, and it won't ruin your
hair. It's a straightener
and comes with highlighter, two at once."
I made a short whimpery sound.
"What about wigs?"
"Right now you need a more permanent kind of
disguise. Then you can change.
I promise it's not permanent. I like your hair
curly and dark, it--" Edward
abruptly stopped and I must've gaped at him a
little. He'd said a comment
about me, I was a very happy girl.
"You work with female 'business' associates?" I asked
curiously.
"Only you, and you're a friend too. I'm
talking about my business
associates, business associates."
"Oh."
"Which one, one, two, or three."
I exhaled, "It's not like I have a choice
so--Three."
"Good choice."
"It better be, or I'm coming after your
hide."
Edward responded with a full-blown laugh.
Chapter 14
He was
very gentle with his hands, despite how callused they were.
Edward, I mean. My stomach was in tight knots, and
not because I was sick
either. Once Edward had started applying the hair
straightener he unlocked
the handcuffs that had been plastered to my hands.
Edward was very close to
me. I was crouched, leaning forward over the tub
on my knees, and
Edward...he was standing directly over me, almost
on top of me. His gloved
hands worked at my hair, massaging my scalp, and I
liked it. I had to bring
my thumb up to my mouth and suck on it,
practically bite it. I liked it that
much. I was glad Edward couldn't see my sucking my
thumb, wouldn't be that a
sight. Me, big bad Executioner sucking on her
thumb while Death's standing
over her, using his hand magic and straightening
her hair.
By the
time he had finished applying the highlighter and had washed it
out, I felt like I was going to explode.
Jean-Claude, Richard, Micah,
Nathaniel, Jason, none of them had ever made me
feel this way. And the man I
had felt I was safest from, wasn't safe at all.
Edward decided to blow dry
my hair before he let me see the results, and of
course, Edward being
Edward--he didn't give me any clues. Edward
finally let me stand and let me
walk to the mirror. He stood slightly behind me
and gazed at me via the
bathroom mirror. It was different. But my hair
looked cool, awesome
actually. This whole disguising business was a
change I needed, at least
temporarily.
Edward
grabbed a hairbrush and motioned to the toilet with it. I sat
down. Edward worked at my hair again and put it in
a ponytail. He brushed
some of my front hair into a part and pulled it
behind my ears. I never
wore my hair up. I don't know why. With the kind
of profession I'm in,
wearing your hair down doesn't sound like the
smartest thing to do.
A
distant ring drifted in from the next room. I wonder who that could be?
Edward stood and returned five minutes later with
an unreadable expression
on his face. Not that the majority of his
expressions were unreadable
anyways, but this was a different facial
expression from his usual.
"What is it?" I asked Edward.
"An associate just called. They gave me some
new info on Olaf."
"What? What is it?"
"Olaf's in the city, and I have an area that
we should check out ASAP."
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By the time we were ready to go, the sun had slid
under the horizon and it
was almost dark out. Edward had run out on an
errand shortly afterwards, and
had returned almost an hour later. The associate
Edward had spoken to had
acquired a lead stating that Olaf was in a
vicinity a couple miles from our
hotel. Olaf may have found a way to hide his
histories of plane tickets---
hotels and that sort well, but it's very hard to
hide your size; especially
when you're seven feet tall. It just doesn't
happen.
I had
strapped my spine sheath onto my back, and had attached my shoulder
holsters--along with my Browning, Firestar, 5
knives and my back knife: read
small sword. I had finished armoring myself and
all I could think was how
silly I felt. Edward had strapped me into a Kevlar
vest that fit me like a
glove, he must've specially ordered it for me.
Edward also handed a pair of
night vision goggles. I was going after one person, and I was armed like I
was going after a small army. Olaf was an
exception, though. I had to
remember that. He was big, scary and had developed
a freaky...what? Crush?
Infatuation? Something on me. A
"something" I didn't like. Not at all. I
realized that both Edward and Olaf had declared
lil' o' me their "soul mate".
Edward got first dibs, but after Edward had made
his speech after a series
of events, Olaf had decided that I was his soul
mate, too. Olaf, Edward and I
were going to have a battle over "who was
who's soul mate", and one of us was
going to be empty-handed in the end. I could only
hope that it'd be Olaf.
The ride in the taxi to the area that Edward's
associate had spoke to
Edward about was made in silence. I have no idea
why Edward got out of the
taxi and paid immediately. He started off down the
street like he was on a
mission; all I could do was try and catch up with
him. There weren't that
many people on the street; probably because we
were in an industrial-looking
area and most workers shy away from working at
night.
"Did your informant tell you where Olaf might be?"
Edward only shook his head, "We have to look.
You take the right side; I'll
take the left."
I
automatically turned my attention to my side and what was in front of
me. You can never forget about the front; bad-boy
serial killers and such
can come at you from the front, too. It was
suspiciously quiet, and it made
me shiver. There was something in the air;
something I could barely sense,
but it was there all the same, like an aftertaste
in your mouth. My left
hand moved forward on its own accord, raising
slightly so that it was in
front of me. Whatever it was, I couldn't get a
hold on it. It kept slipping
through my fingers, and that, I didn't like.
I looked
back at my side and found that I didn't have much to look at. My
side consisted of a long row of decaying
buildings, with some old
advertisements flapping on their brick walls. Oh,
and we mustn't forget the
alley. I saw the obscenely tall human disappear
out of view only a couple
seconds after spotting him. My hand clutched onto
Edward's as I dragged him
down the alley in pursuit of Olaf. Edward and I both instinctively reached
for our guns; Edward had his favored Beretta and I
had my Browning. We clung
to the surrounding building's walls like flies on
flypaper, arriving in
front of a ramshackle warehouse.
"A little cliché, isn't it?" I whispered
running my vision across the
warehouse and the grounds around it. I heard a
tiny, minute laugh come
whispering from Edward; he always was such a control freak. Although we
were trying to sneak up on a psychopathic killer.
Loud cackling, hoards of
laughter and a couple of
"hardy-har-har's" would not
act in our favor.
Edward
leaned his golden-locked head against the door, listening for any
sounds that might be coming from the other side of
the door we were by.
There must have been none, because Edward turned
his head and gave me a nod
before he proceeded to open the door cautiously. I
walked in knowing that I
had just left my safety outside the door.