Dark Blood

Chapter Eight: Flickering lights and death note.

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The appearance of Luca in Oaks Haven university had by far affected Rachel more ways than she thought it would. By the time she had gotten home that day, he was all she could think about, and the day after that. His pale skin and electric blue eyes constantly flashing in the depth of her mind, and no matter how hard she tried to conceal it, it comes back up.
He had taken her by shock, their little conversation did nothing more than to strike up more questions, until it felt like it was piling up so high to the Ceiling, but that didn't stop him for visiting Sharks Tunnel then and now. Rachel noticed how he continuously sits at table 5, where she was always assigned to, but never made any attempt to speak to her, except to give out his orders. In fact, since that afternoon when he confronted her, he never showed any signs of trying to talk to her again or maybe clear up all he had said. No, he haven't. All he's done was to stare so deeply at her until it could be tagged inappropriate.
Still, it didn't change the fact that he appears to know more than he let on about her and maybe, just maybe he could tell her the connection she had with this Laura, whoever she may be.

Rachel though, busied herself with school, and her work in the bar. And for the umpteenth time that day, she found herself trying to push down all the weird things that have happened in the past few weeks, away from her mind. But that wasn't particularly easy, not when Luca sat at table five unmoving and though no one noticed but her, he was still staring at her from the corner of his eyes.
And as he did, Rachel remembered the words he had said when he first saw her. Words that now she thought of them, it was like cold water being washed over her. Why hadn't this come to her before?

Rachel knew she was involved in an accident two years ago, a very fatal one that had caused her, her entire memory and a huge chunk of her life. But has that let anyone believe that she was dead? Do people from her past life believe she didn't survive the accident?
It was something she had never thought of, and Rachel wondered why the sudden thought had just come up. And come to think of it, she couldn't boast of knowing anyone before two years ago, she couldn't show that she knows anyone from Georgia apart from her family. Why hadn't any of them come to visit her this past years?
And what important things beside her childhood and school has her family told her about? Who was she really, before the accident? Who was Rachel Morgan before she moved to Oaks Haven?

The question popped in suddenly, just as the bell dinged once again and in walked Steve Brown, clad in a blue striped white shirt and dark blue jeans, he scanned the area for a moment and when his eyes reached table five, Rachel swore she saw his face grow darker, just as Luca turned to look away quickly and suddenly he went rigid, then stood up and walked outside as quickly as he could without attracting attention but not before bumping his shoulder into Steve, but something tells her it might be Steve that has done the action.

Do they know each other before? Rachel asked herself silently, but couldn't process it cause Steve had begun to take slow stride towards her, and that's when she noticed some interruptions in his movement, like he was in pains and limping, but trying to hide it. He landed on the stool in front of her with a low grunt, and he shut his eyes closed for some seconds, clutching his sides. But when he realized what he was doing, he removed his hands and faced Rachel with a small smile on his lips, she could tell it was fake.

He was bothered about something, that she could tell. And whatever it was had to be a pretty big deal, because whatever wrong thing that goes on in Steve's head or happens to him, he never let it show out in the open. His secretive act has gone a long way in his behavior, and Rachel thought of asking him to spill whatever is going on with me but whatever she had in mind froze when her eyes drew nearer to the end of his left sleeve that ended on his wrist. There was a stain there, a quite noticeable one if you looked closer. At first glance it might look like that of red wine, but red wine isn't too deep,neither does it appear thick on cloth, and when Steve caught notice of her staring at his shirt, he quickly covered it up by rolling it over and then she knew her guess of what the stain was, wasn't wrong.