Just the thought of her lips
Sets me afire
I reminisce, and I'm filled with desire
~ "Such a Night", Elvis Presley
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He knocked on the door loudly, several times, in fact, and got no answer. So he knocked again, louder, and received a faint, "Who is it?" in response.
Thinking to himself that this woman was beyond frustrating, he answered, "Mr. Patrick!, and waited even longer.
When she finally opened the door, she looked at him with loathing, asking, "What are you doing here?"
He pushed past her, into her apartment, carrying his things, and replied, as if it were common sense,"Giving you the protection you need."
"What are you talking about?"
"You refused police protection, that's tough," he told her while pulling a sleeping bag out of a sack. "...you've got it, as of now—"
"—oh, no I don't!" she said loudly, trying to stop his movements.
John woke up suddenly, confused. John had woken several times during their sleep. He'd been having dreams, lots of dreams, but he hadn't told anyone. The majority of his dreams were Roman's memories. Some were memories he already had, but many of them were new ones. One's that were likely planted, but just hadn't ever surfaced. John cursed Stefano DiMera again for fucking up his life so badly.
The one person he felt he would be able to talk to about them, was sleeping beside him. He hadn't mentioned them to her before, because so much had been going on with Carrie, Sami, and Laura, that John considered his own problems to be inconsequential. He'd never felt comfortable talking about that type of stuff with Kristen. After what he'd learned about her yesterday, maybe that was why. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and rubbed it, flinching back in fear after he felt a lump. Something was in his neck. Something with a sharp edge, and it hurt.
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Kristen was enraged when she and Rolf got to Vaduz, and she realized that Stefano wasn't there. Rolf had been able to make excuses as to where he might be, and she had settled down a little bit, but tomorrow morning, she would most certainly expect answers. After telling her goodnight, and watching her walk up the stairs to the bedroom she had selected, Rolf went into the basement, entered the code on the hidden keypad, and slipped into his secret laboratory. Using the satellite phone, he dialed the number that Stefano had explicitly told him was to be used in emergencies only.
"This had netter be important Rolf," Stefano said by way of an answering of the call. "I'm very busy."
"We have a problem, Stefano. Kristen found me, at the house in Paris. She's demanding to see you," Rolf told him. "I told her you were in Liechtenstein to stall for time, but now we are here. She's not happy."
"Stall her some more Rolf!" Stefano roared, looking over at his newest project, or more accurately, an old project gone rogue. "I am in the middle of a delicate operation...wait. I could use you on this. Can you send her home, and come here?"
"There is no way she will go home. She's got Marlena locked in the secret room, she wants you to come get her...so she can lock Susan in the room," Rolf said. "She's making my head hurt."
"Damn her! That room was for Susan," he said. "Why is she so impulsive?"
"What should I do?" Rolf ask him helplessly.
