The Dragon's Daughter

Chapter 3

Very important note. This chapter is a dark one. Trigger warnings are Murder and Suicide. I honestly recommend that you skip this chapter completely if these are themes you are uncomfortable with.

It was three in morning when he had finished his shift at Weazel News. The man slung the strap of his black camera bag on his shoulder and walked out of the building. He didn't have a car yet and there were no taxi's around which meant he would have to walk all the way home.

Los Santos was usually alive with the sound of people but at this time of night the air was cool and eerie. He could feel the goosebumps that were raised on his skin underneath his black sweater. The man ran his hands through his blonde mullet and began his trek home. About ten minutes into the journey home he noticed a black van with tinted windows driving behind him. He felt icy shivers ran over his body. Everyone knew that Los Santos was filled with criminals and kidnappings. Him walking home everyday was a risk that he was willing to take because he believed nobody would have ever thought of taking him, especially considering his family.

The man tried to ignore the car and started walking faster. Home wasn't anywhere close by but at least he could try to make it to a residential area. Beads of sweat adorned his forehead and his heart rattled in his chest. He could hear his elevated breathing matching the beat of his heart ringing in his ears. The man's eyes kept darting to the unfamiliar nondescript car and he licked his lips as he mentally prepared himself to start running as fast as he could. Before the man could go off and try to evade the suspicious vehicle the tinted windows rolled down.

"Hey! This is totally going to sound crazy but are are you Jean-Pierre Baptiste?" He felt his nervousness subside when he heard the upbeat feminine voice. He turned to face the woman in the truck. "Yes?" He confirmed with slight suspicion coating his voice.

"OMG it is you! I love your interviews!" Her excitement was contagious. He had never been recognized for his work in such a positive manner. Most of the time people pointed out his looks and made fun of his looks and compared him to his siblings. Jean-Pierre felt himself involuntarily smile at her enthusiasm. It wasn't often that someone spoke to him like he mattered.

"You spooked me there. Why is someone like you driving a car like this so late into the night?" He asked, trying to elongate the conversation with the friendly blonde.

"Oh my stars I'm so sorry sir. See I just went out on a drive to clear my mind, the city tends to be so loud during the day, when I saw you walking on the side of the street. I do apologize for giving you a fright. I told my pops that this dang truck was creepy." The woman apologized with a sheepish grin on her face. Her slight southern accent making her sound even more adorable.

Jean-Pierre felt ridiculous for being afraid of the girl. She looked slightly underfed too, she wouldn't be able to hurt him even if she tried. His police training also helped him be more equipped for whatever situation if she were to try and rob him.

The friendly woman rambled, complimenting his one disastrous interview with Kiki Chanel and waved her elegant hands as she spoke. She was pretty. Her large brown eyes and clean face reminded him of the Los Santos girls who loved to hang around coffee shops. She wore a long sleeved black shirt that looked like it was made of some type of cotton and some long track pants. Despite her humble clothes the news reporter believed that she would be able to blend in with the so-called influencers that filled the city.

"Oh my god it's getting late. Would you like a ride?" He considered his options. It was late into the night and he was carrying around expensive equipment with him. It was already a miracle that a kind girl was the one who stopped next to her instead of someone dangerous. So he decided to get into the van.