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Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Ava

I watch Mr. Scott speed down the road. My predictions proving to be correct as I watch him with his phone clutched in his hand as he drives away. I sigh.

Living among them has shown me aspects of humanity, that surprised me, yet some things I would always get right.

My face blanks, and I let coldness seep into my limbs, and attempt to numb all that I felt. There were too many feelings, most bordering on guilt, and second guessing, as well as loneliness, and yearning. All unnecessary distraction.

I didn't need to be Charlotte Bowe. I needed to be Ava Daniels. My father's daughter. Even with all the suppressors, I was still there. The real me was always there.

When I pulled Chase close, when I wanted to claw his body, when I wanted to rip apart those who were near him. When I ached to feel him so deep inside me, that he left a mark, when I am contemplating killing his friends, the people who considered me a friend of their own. When I spoke to Mr. Scott, when I threatened his lover and his family. Ava Daniels was always there, because that will always be me.

"I walk towards the apartment, reaching my door. I unlock it's lock and step inside. I steadily walk towards the bedroom and find the hidden burner.

I dial, and the phone rings. It picks up and its quiet.

"I need you at my location. I'll give you the meeting address. I have a job for you. Be here by morning."

A chuckle sounds in my ear. "Roger that." The line goes dead.

I sigh. What a hassle. I close my eyes, tilting my head back, and let the predator that I've been restraining, in order to hide among these humans, go.

When I opened my eyes, I can feel the quivering of my pupils, and the slight twinge of pain throughout my body.

It leaves tingling numbness in my limbs, but I go on. I move to change into a new set of clothing, that was best for the task at hand. Clad in a black t shirt, black military pants, and combat boots. I head to the corner of the room and look up.

Standing on the tiny bed side table, I reach up, and move the seamless piece of the ceiling. Carefully removing it, I reach into the small pocket of the roof, that was hollow. Hooked on a hanging nail, strong enough to support the pack, I grab for it, and swing it onto my shoulders.

Fixing the part of the ceiling I had removed; I get down and exit the room. The sky outside had darkened, but not yet the shadow of an ending day. I head over to the many monitors and sit at the desk for a moment. I click open the file I needed, then moved over to my tracking system. I give nod of satisfaction, as I read the location, and the conversation had between friends. I then disable the phone's tracking system. Just to be sure.

I stand, and I pluck the burner from its place, and put it in the pack, along with a few other necessary essentials, before leaving the house.

My focus sharpens. The journey to my temporary destination isn't too long on foot. I keep to the alleys, occasionally drifting to rooftops to cut corners. Even during the day, I'm able to go unseen. It's been quite some time, since I've done this with such a purpose, but as if I had never left home, now spending my time hiding and, on the run, it felt as if I had just been given a mission from Father. It was as if I would simple, journey out, find my target, and return home any moment, to greet familiar faces.

That thought struck momentarily, with a heavy feeling. I clench my jaw, in attempt, to retrain my pesky feelings. One thing that made this different from my past missions, was the number of feelings that I was now capable of. All so turbulent inside me. Usually it was excitement, lust and hunger for the kill. For the hunt. Now I felt confliction that I eagerly tried to push away.