When Death Found Love

Chapter 6- Travel

Chapter 6- Travel

Where would she be? I doubt she’d still be in the café, I had left there over two hours ago. The sky was now slowly dimming, and I found out it was approaching 4pm. How do you find someone you don’t know?

I hopped in my car and drove back the irritatingly bumpy track towards the road. Annoyingly, the engine suddenly began to beep, and my eyes darted towards the various dials in the dashboard. A small light was flashing next to the fuel dial and I cursed, as the car began to slowly come to a stop. I turned towards the side of the road and the car stopped just as I was clear of the road. What now?!

I jumped out of the car and investigated the petrol tank. Yeah, definitely empty. Shit. A few cars drove past me, the drivers eyeing me as I stood there. I saw a few hesitate to stop, but something must’ve told them not to, because instead they put their feet down and zoomed off. Maybe I was too dashingly sexy for them. No, now really wasn’t the time for joking. I stood there, contemplating what to do. 

After about five minutes, I decided I should try and call a taxi, but then realised I had no service on my phone. Great. I was about to lose it, when a car flicked its indicator my way, and began turning in. I looked to the other side of my car, finding it awkward to stare directly at the driver. They stepped out of their car and came over, my eyes still looking in the opposite direction. 

“Hey, do you need a hand?” The person asked.

“Oh, my car just ran out of petrol. Nothing big,” I replied, as I turned to face the person. “Oh God.”

Standing there, was her. Yeah, she was here. But… It wasn’t her. It was definitely Belle, the girl I had saved, but it looked nothing like the woman I had seen a few hours ago. Instead of her usual long blonde hair, it was now short and black, and her once make-up free eyes were now splattered with black. She was wearing tight black leather trousers and a black tank top. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“What are you wearing?” I questioned, eyeing her up and down.

“Excuse me?” She asked in disbelief, putting one hand on her hip.

“I prefer the look you had going earlier to be honest,” I stated blatantly.

“What? I haven’t seen you today? How would you know if I was wearing something else?” 

“Are you still mad at me? Jeez. Let it go. You’re really beginning to make me regret some decisions, you know?” 

“What!? I honestly don’t know you, mister,” she said slowly, cautiously backing away towards her car.

“I’m so confused,” I stated.

“You’re confused?!” She said rhetorically. 

“Look, I’m sorry, can I grab a lift? I just really need to be somewhere.”

“Um… Okay, sure,” she replied hesitantly walking back to her car.

I grabbed my phone out of the car and said a quiet goodbye to the beautiful vehicle. Maybe someone would find it and make good use of it. I walked over to the passenger door and opened it.

“Do you mind if I drive?” I asked her. I could tell from her expression that she didn’t like the sound of that idea.

“Not meaning to sound rude or anything, but you’re a stranger and you’re getting into my car. I’m not going to let you possibly drive me somewhere to kill me,” she answered.

“Okay, okay, fine you drive,” I replied smiling. She had a sense of humour at least.

“So take the road back there,” I began, pointing behind us. “And then drive down it for a couple of miles.”