Assassin From Hell

~19.Another Red Head And More Confusion~

Scarlet

A couple days later and I'm was helping Teresa make dinner. I haven't seen White since the kiss and to be honest, I don't think I'm ready to face him either. I'm scared to even look at him right now so I'm going to try and avoid him like the plague.

When Leona found out about our moment, she went crazy. She was jumping up and down in excitement and squealed that he won't die alone. It overwhelmed me but I learned to deal with it. Ever since I found Donovan's remains, I haven't heard from Johnathon which has been keeping me on my toes. I haven't seen Teresa ever since I last saw White because she had been sick lately with the flu. Leona and I had made her some soup for her dinner.

"Diana can you bring my mom the soup while I finish up the gang's dinner?" Leona requested.

"Sure thing," I suggested and took Teresa's tray of soup to her room.

The maid rooms looked so foreign to me ever since I moved rooms. I knocked on the door to Teresa's room.

"Come in," I heard her sickly yell through the thick wooden door.

I opened the door with my foot since I had no available hands and walked through the door way to see Teresa lying down in bed. When she first noticed my new appearance, her eyes began to widen. Her eyes then started to water yet she still hasn't said anything to me.

"Teresa, what's wrong?" I asked softly. This was starting to scare me just a little when the only response she gave me was just a flabbergasted stare.

"Veronica?" Teresa's lip quivers. "I thought you were dead," she whispered.

Who's Veronica? And why is she calling me that?

"I'm not Veronica, I'm Diana. I don't know who this Veronica is but that isn't me." This was starting to scare me.

   "No. There's no way. I thought you died Veronica," Teresa whimpered. "How are you alive?" She screamed.

   I was taken aback by her tone of voice. Nervousness crept up onto me as I thought of another response.

"I'm sorry but this is Diana, not Veronica," I calmly respond to her. I tried to soothe her but it went the opposite direction quite quickly.

"No that's wrong I thought you died!" Teresa screamed as she threw her hands down. "You are a liar! Veronica why would you do this? Why?" she continued to scream.

Just then, the door was flung open by White running in to attempt to calm Teresa down. He tried to embrace Teresa in his arms while she thrashed against his hold.

"Alexander she is supposed to be dead! Why why why?" she rambled like a madwoman.

Both of us made eye contact and I took his hard stare as a sign to get out. That was the first time we have seen each other in days and it happened under a not so amazing circumstance. While I was passing through the halls, a man was hurriedly jogging in the opposite direction, moving towards Teresa's room. He glanced to me and then slowed in his pace. I continued to walk past him but he reached out and stopped me.

"May I help you?" I asked with some concern. The man looked to be about in his mid forties with slight wrinkles in his face. He had blonde hair with crystal blue eyes and a tall body frame.

   "I'm sorry, you just look like someone I knew," he murmured and walked away to Teresa's room.

   I only shrugged it and continued my walk to my room.

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1 week later. 2 weeks left before Scarlet goes back to Johnathon.

Teresa has been distant with me ever since the incident in her room. I heard that her husband had been taking good care of her while she was still struggling with the flu. Apparently she has been vomiting more now which wasn't a very good sign. Alexander still hasn't seen me since that moment and I feel like he is avoiding me intentionally.

Folding laundry was the only thing to keep my mind occupied from everything going on lately. Two weeks was all I had before I am required to go back to him. After Donovan had died, I contemplated whether or not to actually give him information but my mind has made a choice. Just to keep Johnathon calm, I sent him some information but the catch is that they were all false. Everything I sent to him was far from the truth so I could protect everyone in this huge house while keeping a deranged killer sane.

But then again, I am a killer so what gives me the right to put the label on him?

Life had been hell lately but I had to stay strong. I didn't really have a reason why but it seemed like the normal thing to do when a person is stressed out. I gently set all my folded clothes into my basket and started to head to my room.

Right when I'm down the hall from my room, I heard glass shattering from Alexander's room. Quickly, I set my basket down and knocked rapidly on his bedroom door. When he doesn't answer, I stirred up the courage to open his door, which was surprisingly unlocked.

Right when I stepped into his room, strong whiffs of booze traveled their way into my nose. His room was mostly consisted of dark colors and a connecting bathroom, just like mine. Broken glass was scattered about the tiled floor, along with empty liquor bottles and a lying down Alexander. His body was strewn across his bed with his head leaning off the side of the bed and his feet resting on his nightstand.

Dodging the many shards of glass, I attempted to try and help Alexander out from bed.

His eyes were wide open when I finally saw his face clearly. He was laughing so hard that I could smell the alcohol from a mile away. From his current state, it was obvious that he was drunk.

"Oh wow. I see a pretty woman coming to me," he slurred with a smile. He sat himself in a upright position when he saw me trying to grab a hold of his arm. "Woah woah woah missy. You aren't touching me tonight," he giggled while putting his arms up in surrender. "I want Diana to kiss me only."

He wanted me to kiss him? Then why the hell was he avoiding me?

"White get your ass up from the bed. We need to get you cleaned up," I order.

"Aw this is no fair," He pouts "Now I'm perfectly fine. I can stand up see." He yelled while he stood up. Of course him being his drunk self, he fell down to the ground. "See I'm still standing," he proved even though he was sitting down.

"You need to get up White," I struggled while I tried to pull him up from the ground but of course, he just sat there looking at me with his doe eyes.

"Stop," White grunted.

I do what he ordered and we sat there for a while. A silence making its way through our once present conversation.

"I promised it wouldn't happen again but I think Diana is the one Katerina." And then Alexander did the thing I least expected him to do.

He started to cry silently.

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