The Me You Can't See (H.S)

04

UNKNOWN POV:

I watch her from across the street, knife in hand, panic clear in her eyes even from here. I'd never thought I would see her again, let alone down the road. . . since usually when someone dies you don't see them walking around let alone stab a man to death.

Damn, I know someone who would be very glad to know that she clearly in fact never died.

I watch as realization dawns on her and follow her as she darts across the street into the dark protection of a nearby alleyway only a little bit away from me.

How easy it would be to kill her, cut off her head, heart, anything really and serve it to him on a silver platter. My debt would be owed a thousand times over.

I turn my eyes back across the street where I can clearly see Vico's dead body lying on the pavement, watching more blood leave his defenceless, pale, dead corpse every second. Honestly, I'm shocked he survived this long, he is so stupid. . .did he really think she wouldn't be armed? I mean, he trained the girl for god's sake and from what I saw from her at a young age, he should have known better. She may have been a little cunt but she was always good with a knife.

I've got to say, 5 years is a long time to stay hidden, especially considering who her father is. Considering only a few people knew of her birth that had to make it easier. They were certainly rumours of Malcolm having a child, but to the rest of the world, they were just that. . . rumours.

I look back over to the alleyway currently hiding Avery from her biggest nightmare. . . no, I'm definitely not her biggest nightmare, but she'll meet him sooner or later. I pull out my phone tucked tightly in my jeans, dialling a number I know all too well, pressing it to my ear.

"What?" A gruff irritated voice answers abruptly.

"Hey Boss, guess who I'm looking at?" I ask him smugly. Usually talking to him in this tone is enough to get a knife slashed across my back, but after hearing what I have to say he'll practically be kissing my feet.

"Boy, I don't have time to guess, so you have five seconds to tell me who or I am going to put a bullet in your head," he says angrily.

"Avery," I say, eagerly anticipating his reaction.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me? Avery fucking who you idiot." He asks, clearly not understanding who I'm talking about.

"Davis. . . Avery Davis, sir. . .your daughter." I finally answer after a few seconds.

The line goes uncommonly quiet, and all I can hear is the heavy breathing on the other end. A couple of minutes go by before he answers. "That impossible! I saw her body, we'd buried the bitch five years ago, what do you mean you saw Avery Davis."

The rage is rolling off him, and I can hear it through the clipped tone of his voice.

"Sir, I mean I am currently looking at her, believe me, I wouldn't call you if I wasn't sure and sir, we know better than anyone that it is completely possible for the dead to remain undead," I say, I'm getting nervous, he hasn't seemed this mad since he originally found out about her death and when he's mad, you never know what he's gonna do.

"What would you like me to, I can ki-" before I can even get the words out he interrupts.

"NO! Absolutely not, you will not go near her, touch a hair on her head and I will skin you," he says harshly and I can tell me is not joking. "No. . . leave her be, now that I know she's alive, there's not a single place on earth where she can hide and I won't find her. She's already dead." With that, he ends the call.

At least I won't have to get my shoe dirty tonight.

I look at the bitch huddled in the corner of a dark alleyway, her head in-between her knees and I know his words couldn't be more true. She signed her death warrant the minute she stepped foot in this nightclub. How ironic that the nightclub she chose to go to tonight happened to be the one that I was at. I have never had a more productive smoke break.

She has no idea what's coming for her. The minute she feels secure, happy and safe, everything she's ever built will be ripped out from under her until the only thing she has left is him.

She seems to have calmed down, standing up as she begins to walk with her head down. . .pacing, I just can't resist. I walk towards her, my head down until I do exactly as I planned.

"Oh sorry miss," I say politely, apologizing for bumping into her, never revealing my identity.

"My mistake, sorry." The soft velvet voice I know all too well responds. The voice I'd heard scream, yell and beg.

The voice I will surely hear again scream, yell and beg, only that time will be for death. A death that will come. . .slowly but surely.

I walk away turning back to see she has retreated back into the protection of the alleyway and I smile to myself knowing that, that's the only true protection she'll have for a long time.

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A/N:

Hey everyone!!!

Chapter 4!!! What do you think. Short chapter, I know. Who do you think this is? What do you think is going to happen next?? Let me know!

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