You Better Not Be Her Prey 3

Chapter 8: I'm So Sorry, Emily

I'd woken up hours later, enraged and hoping to break out of whatever fresh hell this facility was. When the guard had come to give me food, I'd managed to break out of the cell using the butter knife by stabbing it into his throat. While alarms went off, I ran. Far and fast. Long enough that I made it to the outside of the building. Activating my wings, I flew away from the facility. 

I pulled out the burner phone, typing a number into the receiver and punching out a quick text to the number, pressing send and then snapping the phone in half, tossing it away from me. It had been over a day since I'd broken free of the facility, and already I'd managed to steal some clothes and find a way to the nearest town, which is where I'd obtained the burner phone. I stepped out of the alleyway I'd been in, looking both ways and stepping out into the street, practically melting into the crowd. Just like second nature, I thought. I'd done this disappearing act a thousand times. 

Meanwhile, Bucky leaned against the wall, also trying to blend into the crowd, as he watched his wife disappear. Slowly, silently, he tracked her. He knew because of the vampire senses; she would sense him coming long before he found her. Which meant she might find him first. He just had to figure out what she was up to before she did find him. He'd been tracking her for a good half of a day after she escaped, and Enoch was so close to convincing her to give up the Angel personality inside of her. He hated the Angel for what she did to Adelaide, and hell be damned, he'd die before he saw anything happen to his Adelaide because of the Angel. 

That evening... 

I sat in the chair, nursing the beer I had, waiting for the person I'd texted to show up. Suddenly, I heard the chair squeak next to me as a person slid into the chair and promptly ordered a cider. 

'You know you shouldn't be drinking at your age, right?' I said softly with a chuckle. The girl turned to me. 

'So, it was you with the unknown number,' Emily said softly as she thanked the bartender, who handed her the cider. 

'It was a burner. I couldn't risk being found.' Emily turned in her seat to face me. 

'You look terrible, Mom.' 

'I've seen better days,' I replied, taking a slow sip of the beer. 

'Why'd you leave?' 

'Do you remember when you were six years old, and your father and I lost you on a mission to Germany? You were gone for two hours. Turns out you were hiding in the back of a farm truck, nibbling on a chocolate bar some stranger had given you.' I chuckled softly at the memory. 

'Don't dodge the question, Mom. Why'd you leave after Grandma's death?' I turned to face her. 

'Answering that question would be coming face to face with my own sins, and God knows I don't want to do that.' 

'I will not ask you again. Why did you leave?' 

'I was miserable, Emily. I was angry. I didn't want to keep just - being here.' 

'You were doing so well, after the whole vampire thing. Why leave?'

'There's something I need you to know about that. Something that your father already knows.' 

'This better be a really good excuse.' 

'There's something inside of me. An angel is inside of me, but she's not the good kind. The Angel of Death, they call her. She's made me do unspeakable things. And I don't want to talk about it.'