Beauty and rage

chapter 3~it was him

"it's exactly what we do" Scarlett is explaining that cameras were glitching and that's exactly what we do when I go to buildings where cameras are, Scarlett hacks into them and makes ether shut them down or glitch but the thing is that it wasn't scarlet who made it happened this time and she also can't find out who was it

I knew it wasn't just anyone who was there that night, I want to make him beg for his life while he's choking in his blood, who dares to stalk ME

I hate when I don't know who it is

I hate when I don't know things

I hate when I'm unaware

I hate when I'm uninformed

I hate when I don't know

It's not my curiosity, it's the fact that if I don't know everything can get out of hands

My hands

"try again again and again till you get anything, check other cameras as well outside of museum"

"already doing it" she says and starts to type

I go outside of the balcony to take deep breaths to calm myself down

I look around as cold air hits my face

"I need to go out" I say to myself

"i'm out, tell me if you find anything" I shout

I walk out and started to walk soon enough I see my one of favorite cafes

cafe de Flore

it's unusual to see this small amount of people here but I guess it's my lucky day

"oh mio dio Silvia" I her familiar but long forgotten voice say, I turn round and see one of the family friends who use to know my mother

"mr.Greco cosa ti porti qui" I ask in Italian what bringe him here even though he asked me in French

"Alla fine ho sposato mia moglie e non lo sono più" (I finally married my wife and I'm not Greco anymore)

"quindi cosa sei" (so what are you )I question

"Mr. Laurent, ho preso il cognome di mia moglie" (Mr. Laurent, I took my wife's surname)

Turned out this café belongs to his wife's family and now that his wife got back from Italy, her father gave it to her.

I ordered coffee with slice of Mousse au chocolat its French dessert, made with dark chocolate and canelé which is pastry flavored with rum and vanilla, I think I should have ordered more deserts, I don't think have mentioned it but I really like desserts

When I was a kid I would almost never eat anything sweet, damn that I couldn't even eat food enough to make me go through the day, I would faint every other day but then I got used to it, hunger was normal feeling for me it wouldn't bother me and that was a problem, I would often forget to eat and wouldn't eat for days because I was busy, day after day of my starvation I would faint and it did no good to my business.

So I had to fix my eating schedule, I started off by putting on alarms to remind me that I had to eat and by time passed my schedule was fixed, eating reminded me how good specially deserts are.

"someone really likes desserts" I hear waiter say but I don't look at his direction, less people knows my face better it is for me and for them

"but do you like it more than setting buildings on fire" his sentence makes me look at him

Makes look at him not in fear or panic but in thrillingful emotion in my head that I got him

Or did he got me

We will find it out in no time

I softly point my hand to the chair and say "would you like take a seat or you want to stare down at me"

"how dare I" he says and takes a seat

He's not gonna do anything were in public so it's either he wants to make deal which this place isn't the best choice for

"you could have made an appointment if you have something say to me Mr..."

"call me Silas, Mon amour"

"mon nom est Silvia pas Mon amour" I correct him and told him my name

"I already know your name" of course he does

"do you really wanna talk here"

"we can talk any place you desire; you just name it" he looks into my eyes and it felt familiar for a second but it might be my imaginary

"tomorrow..." I tell him exact time and place, he then walks away and I continue to enjoy my desserts without feeling guilty about him not knowing that I won't show up tomorrow that I will be gone tonight,

Im fine without knowing what he wants but the thought that he will be pissed about me not showing up makes me feel satisfactory.

"I think I got something" Scarlett says as soon as I walk in, she shows me footage from camera

A man looking directly at it, like he was waiting this footage to be found, his mouth was covered with black material and even though all I could see was his blue eyes, I knew who it was

It was him

Silas