A Hidden Secret

Chapter VII

- "Angel? Lizzyt? What has become of the girl? Who is she?"

     My body is gaining strenght. I stand up fro the couch they laid me on. His home is messed up from all the running and fighting. His door lock is busted. 

- "She asked me questions in the car. I went to go buy breakfast for us three and there she was, waiting for me. She asked me how I know you and what I know of you. I didnt understand what was going on. She also as---"

     I zone out. My heart races again. 'Oh God. No, no. That girl is Blackheart, and I think Blackheart is Vetani's sister, without a doubt. I have been told stories about Vetani's sister, well, half-sister.'

- "Wait, what's going on?"

- "Elizabeth. It's nothing, just a rivalry between me and Vetani. And apparently Vetani's sister."

- "Vetani and her sister? I didn't say anything about them, Arianna."

- "W-what do you mean?"

     I'm supposed to be feeling relieve, but I'm not. My heart races even faster. 

- "I mean, this girl is after you. I don't know her. You might not know her either, but she is sure as Hell stalking you. She knows about you and your connection to the underworld. I think her name is Jane. Weren't you paying attention, Isa-Arianna?"

- "No."

     He grunts, feeling a bit uneasy, not knowing how I am going to react.

- "Ok, most likely you know Jane, and I am quite positive Jane isn't really her name. Do you remember anyone with a sweet but creepy personality, and is as smart as you? Couldn't you see her?" 

- "I do know a girl like that. No, I didn't see her good. It was too dark. Not even my eyesight was able to help me. She darkened everything. I don't have 100% night-vision.

- "I saw her for a bit. She is muscular, has blonde hair and opaque-green eyes. Her skin is like mine, olive skin. Angel, did you see anything? You saw her more than me and Arianna."

- "No, I was blindfolded. I told you. She's smart. She has everything planned out. i did manage to sneak this with me though."

     He hands me a folder. Where have I seen that before? The library! I search into my hooker boots and take out the rolled-up folder and unfold it. An exact match. Only except, the copy Angel holds, is the original copy. 

- "She is a master at Vetani's slave trade." 

- "What makes you so--- Oh. Right. They both look the same. Ok, so what are we going to do? We cant hide. Not from her at least." 

- "Then we will fight."

- "Arianna! Angel! No! Let me out of this, I didn't ask for this. Please, I don't want to kill."

- "Elizabeth, you won't kill nor will you die. Not with Angel and me protecting you."

 - "I wouldn't bet on that, Arianna. I only protect a few people. And one of them is you. I can't protect both you, and Lizzy. It's best if she just leaves."

     To my surprise and to Angel's, Lizzy begins to cry. Does she, or does she not want us to depart? I don't understand fragile girls. 

- "Lizzy, how old are you?"

- "Seventeen, why?"

- "Angel, I need to talk to you."

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- "What happened?"

- "Angel, she's only seventeen.'

- "Yea, and?"

- "She can't survive. She's in harms way."

- "And this concerns me because______?"

      I slap him across the face, leaving a red mark. He looks at me with stunned eys as he silently grabs his cheek and leans forward from the pain.

- "Sorry. I'm just scared something might happen to her. With or without us, she will die. Remember my little brother? He was a goner, but since he stuck to me, he survived. Now who knows where he's at."

     He comes closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I begin to shake a bit. He is too close for me to handle my feelings. He pulls me closer and strokes my cheek. 

- "You are one beautiful but dangerous creature, Isabelle"

- "Yes."

- "Your beauty can seduce anyone. Your attacks become easier for you."

- "Yes."

- "I have always loved you, and still do. Do you still love me?"

- "Yes."

     He grabs my chin and lifts it up so that I may look up at him. I am quite sure I have a distubingly deep blush. He lowers his head and presses his lips against mine. Our tongues interlock. I grab his hair softly with one hand and hold onto his shirt with the other. His body is strong and warm. I slowly release to take in slow, shallow breaths, and so does he. 'Shit. I just kissed him. Yasksha, I'm so sorry.'