Seeing Double Chapter 8
Chapter 8
“Henry its Coreen.” She said before he had time to say hello. “We need to talk.”
“Yes we do. I tried calling you earlier-”
“I know.” She said cutting him off, “But that’s the least of our worries now. You need to come back to Toronto as soon as possible.” She said, the last part coming out more panicked than she had planned.
“What are you talking about?” Henry said, his heart pounding in his chest, sweat slowly breaking across his brow. “What’s happened?”
Coreen went on to tell him what happened when she got back that afternoon, her argument with Vicki, her suspicions of Vicki having some kind of eating disorder. Henry became more concerned and tense.
“Henry, when she found out that I had been talking to you she sounded so betrayed, when I said I was sorry it was like she had changed into a different person. She wasn’t really looking at me but through me then she said I wouldn’t be as sorry as I ‘was going to be.’ Then I saw it,” She paused catching her breath, “Her eyes Henry, they glowed violet blue color.”
Henry tensed even more as small snarl coming from his throat, his hand tightened on his cell phone.
“And all of a sudden I could see the slight shimmer of an aura around her. Then it was gone. She calmed down a little, told me I should take the next couple of days off because she couldn’t look at me right now.” Coreen’s voice cracked, silent tears slowly fell down her face.
Henry didn’t know what to do or what to say. Vicki had an eating disorder? He couldn’t grasp it, the idea it was ludicrous. But the bit about her eyes had caught is attention quickly.
“Coreen I can’t leave right now.” He heard her irritated growl and continued before she could berate him, “I’m not saying I won’t come. I just can’t leave right now. There are a few things I need to do here first.” He heard her sigh of defeat.
“Alright Henry.” She said tiredly, “I’ll keep an eye on Vicki and keep you updated.”
“Thank you. I’ll be in touch.” He said before hanging up. Resting his head back on top of the sofa he let out a sigh. It’s going to be a long, hard night tomorrow. He thought to himself as he walked to his room. Pulling off his shirt and pants revealing a chiseled chest, strong arms and legs, he climbed into his bed. With a frown on his face as he went over his conversation with Coreen, Looks like I’ll be hunting tomorrow night, he thought just as the sun rose and his last breath of life escaped him.
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Bethany smiled to herself as she walked up to her building apartment. She still couldn’t believe it. Well she could but it just seemed so out of character for ol’ Vicki. She hadn’t thought she’d be to find her that easily let alone get into her mind. Something had happened to make her weak and that defenseless for her have been able to penetrate her mind that easily. Bethany had discovered a great deal of things that had happened during her long absence from Vicki’s life. She had known that somewhere in the back of her mind Vicki was set out to do something with her life that would give it moral meaning, something to bring down those who would cause harm to others. So it wasn’t that big of a surprise when she had discovered the police academy memories, the graduation ceremony and then being partnered up with non-other than Celluci. She remembered him well. Though it was for the briefest of moments, she had been able to get through to V to let her come out a few times. It had been almost comical the way he had acted around her; boy, had she laid it out for him.
Then later Vicki and she had a disagreement of sorts. Vicki hadn’t liked how Bethany had acted towards Mike on their date, she really liked this guy she had said and now she was going to have to live up to the expectation that he got of her those first few dates. Then that was the last time Bethany could get to Vicki, she had completely cut her off and never looked back, and that pissed her off.
Who the hell did she think she was anyways? She made me? That’s a crock. With out me she wouldn’t have been able to cope with everything her poor little mind had to take in. Bethany’s face became more serious as she thought about it. I was always the one pulling her out of her emotional turmoil. Didn’t I at least deserve a last hoorah with her before she just up and cut me off. She was no better than those boys she’s pining over now, or her father for that matter. At that last thought though Bethany had to pause she knew the hell Vicki had gone through when he had left, and it had cost her. Without the old man running off and leaving them behind Bethany never would have been transformed to what she was now. She would still be sitting in the shadows waiting just like she always had. Like I am now.
As she walked into her apartment she placed her coat on the rack and went into her room. Changing into some comfortable pajamas she came back out pulling her thick raven hair up in to a messy bun and went to the kitchen. Opening a cabinet she grabbed a glass bottle that shined with amber liquid. Pouring a generous amount into a glass she placed it back on the shelf and walked to the living room. She had the same taste for whiskey that Vicki did, sitting on her deep red couch she just sat, and waited.
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