Chapter 9 Part 1

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Present Day

Character POV: Ariadne

Her beau is firmly locked in the boot of my car as I drive down an empty stretch of highway in the early hours of the night. I have a shell of a man, my ex-girlfriend's new toy, in the boot of my car. What am I going to do with him? I don't know. Is this a wise idea? Probably not. Most ideas that come in the dead of night aren't worth looking at. But is this the only quick solution I can find to a problem that's been ongoing for centuries? Also yes. And how the fuck did centuries of life come to this pathetic moment in time? A memory flies back into my head from centuries ago, unbidden. 

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