The Sweet Nothings || ✓

'AND FINISH THIS'

Daria's legs shake violently. For the first time in a very long time, she was afraid. She was afraid because one slip, and she might just be tumbling down to her death. One slip and it's all over.

Letting the fear of heights consume her, she bends down to keep her hands on the ground and hunch. She takes a deep breath.

She knew what she was doing. And she had to do this. This was the only way she could save Lana. And she had to save Lana. She knew that her plan could either go horribly wrong. Or. Perfectly right. She was just hoping it was the latter.

'Okay. It's going to be okay. It's just ten floors above the actual ground. It's okay.'

She told herself, took a deep breath and stood up again. She was at the edge of the rooftop. From here, she could see the fight properly. She could see who was aiming at who. Who was fighting who. And especially that Lana was safe. Or atleast safer than before.

Only Damien and Kevin knew where she was right now. They were the only people who knew what she was up to. But she still had a long way to go before she actually does what she had to do.

'Keep walking. Keep walking.'

She could feel the cold sweat breaking at her skin as it trickled down the side of her face. She reached the end of the rooftop and bend down. Right there was an open window just like Jessica had instructed.

'There is only one window which Dean leaves open all the time. The one of Natasha's room. His dead wife.'

Daria reached forward and felt the glass against her fingers. She pushed it slightly and it open backwards. She was in a bizzare condition. Her head was upside down, trying to gaze through a window into the empty room ten floors above the ground. Her lower body was still hunched over at the edge of the rooftop.

She took a deep breath.

'You can do it.'

And she jumped.

Her hand came in contact with the edge of the window this time, her legs dangling high up in the air. She pushed herself forward and hastily ended up inside the room in a crouched condition.

She looked up now.

The room was chiffon coloured. The lightest of the shades. According to Daria, Natasha had been the light of Dean's life. She could see evidences of their happy marriage.

The room looked fully occupied. Nothing out of place. Like it hadn't been touched since a very long time. But there was no dust, which meant that he got it cleaned everyday. And today was going to be no exception. Even though there was a fight going on, Dean would never change anything for anyone, even if it's a fight.

'He likes predictable. His whole mansion has a schedule. When what happens. He won't change a thing. Even if there's a fight going on.'

Daria rushed forward, glancing down at her watch to know that it was time already. Just as she slid behind the door, it opened.

'Naira, Dean's most trusted maid comes to clean the room at exact 11 O'clock in the morning. And I suppose you know what to do with that.'

Daria watched, squished behind the door of the room, as Naira entered the room with a broom and a mop. She was humming to herself so Daria guessed that she hadn't noticed her presence just yet. Daria slowly shuts the door beside her and advances towards Naira, her back faced to her. Naira still hadn't noticed.

Daria reached forward and was just about to clamp her hand down on Naira's mouth when she turned around, expression of loathing on her face.

It all happened in a second. One moment Daria was standing perfectly fine, the next Naira was on top of her, punching her face.

But Daria was trained for combat all her life. She reached forwards, held Naira's collar and turned their position. Now she was on top of Naira.

"Sorry. But you are my free pass. Have a good sleep."

Daria took out a handkerchief from her pocket and pressed it on Naira's nose forcefully. She watched as the anesthesia took its effect and Naira's eyes shut close and her writhing stopped.

"I am going to borrow your uniform for some while. I hope you don't mind." Daria said to an unconscious Naira. "Actually I don't care if you do." Daria hurriedly changed her outfit.

Stripping Naira, she took her clothes, making her somehow wear her own black jeans and shirt, Daria slipped
into the maid clothes. She cringed at the tight leggings and the white shirt that she was now wearing.

"You better stay alive Lana Wilson. Because I'm only doing this for you." She muttered to herself. And moved out of the room.

Now she had to look for Charlie. Dean's golden boy.

Damien had known that Charles would be the key to getting to know where exactly Dean was. And he had given this work to Daria. She was nervous, no questions there. But she was also confident that she would be able to do it.

'I trust you with my life Daria Lynn.' She remembers Lana saying.

She had to do this for her.

She moved down the corridor. It was empty. But just then another maid came into view. Daria tried to hide her face. She held in her breath as they crossed each other without saying anything. She was just about to thank the gods when she heard someone.

"Hey!" Someone screamed her way. Daria turned slowly, her heart beating abnormally fast. It was the maid who had just crossed her.

"You cleaned Natasha ma'am's room right?" She asked Daria.

"Yes of course. I did. How do you know?" Daria said.

"I just saw you coming out of it. Thank you so much for doing it in my place. I really didn't have the time today. And Dean sir kept asking me to go from this place to another. Thank you." The maid said and turned to walk away.

Daria thought about the maids' sentence.

'Thank you for doing it in my place.'

'My place.'

Meaning this was Naira. Not the one in the room.

Daria turned to walk away when she heard Naira again. "I'm sorry to ask. But I don't remember seeing you around here. Did he recruit you recently?"

"Yes. Yes he did." Daria confirmed, feeling paranoid at the chances of getting caught.

"Oh. Okay then." And Naira turned around and walked away. Down the corridor and away from Natasha's room.

'Just find Charlie. Let him lead you to Dean. Kill him. And finish this.' Daria thought to herself.

With her head hung slightly low and her eyes darting sidewards, she commenced ahead.

She was still looking ahead when a door opened behind her and she heard someone come out. She stiffened slightly at the sudden coldness of the corridor.

"Wait." That person said.

Daria stopped, her heart thumping loud in her chest.

"Yes sir." She said, not quite sure who it was. Her back was still faced towards him as her mind went on a speed on kilometers per second.

"Turn around and look at me." He said. And slowly and dreadingly Daria turned around to face him.

She watched as he scanned her from top to bottom. It was Charlie. Charles Forbes Kingsley.

"I need a glass of water." He said and moved inside the room again, shutting the door behind him.

And Daria drew in a breath of relief.

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Loads of love,
Mia.

P. S Daria Lynn. Okay now?