Abbey
Abbey walked out of Holloway headquarters in a lab coat, the cool air caressed her damp hair and face cooling her. Her eyes trailed the sidewalk and her bare feet padded on the cool ground but the girl remained unaffected. Her hips swung with every step she took. Cocking the 9mm pistol she had taken of the guard and carried it ready at her side. On every corner there was a vamp staring at her with wide eyes. She walked two blocks before she found what she was looking for, a strip club.
Micah Anderson about fell out of his chair when he saw Abbey standing in his club; he greeted her with a hug and kiss to the cheek,
“You’re supposed to be dead.” Micah smile mischievously. She smiled smacking his arm and gesturing to the cloths she lacked.
“Do you suppose I could mooch some decent clothing off you?” she asked, accent thick. Abbey shivered as Micah escorted her to the back of the club; handing her a simple red sweater and blue denim jeans. Sliding them on she talked to Micah with a brutality.
“Has the government taken responsibility for my death yet?” she asked. Micah shook his head and showed her the newspaper on his desk.
“They say it wasn’t one of them but one of you.” Micah stated, pouring her a shot of Whiskey. Taking the shot and downing it in one go, she closed her eyes and thought.
Micah Jameson was a lot term friend to Abbey,Beats By Dre Pro, the two of them were basically siblings. He was tall, scrawny and absolutely the strongest man in the world. It never failed and she knew that he would die for her. Micah was a source of protection and she didn’t have anyone who was like that. At the age of six she had fought Micah’s step dad and killed him. Micah’s step dad would force himself on Micah and his brother; one day she snapped and broke his nose and it hit his brain. The two took that to the grave.
Micah smiled at his friend and touched her arm gently.
“You appear to be someone whose in-between a rock and hard place.” He said straightening the hem of her shirt.
“I am. And I think that I wont be moving out from that spot for a while.” She replied. Micah kissed her forehead, he didn’t typically read her thoughts but decided to plunge into her mind.
‘god he knows I’ve forgotten everything else besides him I’ll be in trouble.’ She thought. Her thoughts were crackling and it was clear that the girl was suffering from having her memory erased.
“Abbs are you alright, if you need to tell me something you know you can right?” he said.
“Can you tell me where I live.” She asked cautiously.
“In the East part-“ he stopped speaking like frozen air. “of town. 159 L road.” He said. Confused but happy she smiled and took his hand.
“thank you.” She said, quickly frolicking out the door.
Abbey’s apartment was a simple flat but painted vibrant violet on all walls. To her surprise things looked untouched to an extent,Cheap Coach Bags, no hands had trifled through in quite some time. The room itself smelled of nicotine and jasmine flowers; it was soft,Louboutin Sale, sweet and very peaceful. For a moment she allowed herself to step away from her angry feelings and settle down for a moment. Abbey’s whole body became less tense like a load was gone.
On the dining room table was a picture of her and a small boy; her arms were wrapped around the boys midsection, both were grinning. Picking it up she sat down and popped the back off the picture in one solid motion. Abygail Demitra Mason and Avery Road Mason was scrolled across the back of the photo with a swift hand of cursive. Then the memory hit her like a punch in the gut, knocking the air straight out of her.
Avery tugged her towards Jethary who stood on the other side of the compound.
“Aunty JETHARY!” he squealed jumping up into her small arms. Her black eyes rested thoughtfully on top of his auburn head, there was a light smile gracing her lips.
“Hey can you go play with some of the other kids for a while sweetie.” Abbey said smiling warmly. Jethary became alarmed at the solemn look that haunted her best friends eyes.
Once her son was gone, Abbey turned to Jethary eyes ablaze with fear.
“Someone in the vampire community has ordered a hit on me.” She whispered. Jethary froze and touched her taller friend’s shoulder to show their connection.
“Who told you?” Jethary asked. “That can’t be reliable.” She whispered hurriedly.
“Micah, you he wouldn’t lie or give misguided information to me.” Abbey said. Taking a pause Jethary looked nervously at the four year old boy playing with a group of children.
“What about Avery?” Jethary asked nodding her head. Abbey shook hers furiously and gestured angrily.
“I need you to watch him for me, but can you do me a favor?” Abbey asked. Jethary smile grimly tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.
“Take a picture of me and him.”
The two Masons were standing front to back; Abbey wrapped her slim arms around her son holding him close. Breathing deeply, she inhaled the scent of lavender and chamomile it was safe here. Smiling as Jethary took the photo she clung to Avery like he would run away. And once it was done she stood and looked down at her little boy.
“Thank-” the gunshot rang clear and loud in the community of buildings. It reverberated and echoed across each of the walls.
Abbey stood with her hands holding her chest right over her heart; then she removed her hand and the blood trickled down the front of her lavender dress. Her eyes grew empty with shock and she fell to the ground,Moncler, unmoving. Jethary stood in front of her,UGG Boots, blood spatter covered her face and shirt. Horrified she grabbed Avery and pulled him into her chest. Her best friend was dead.
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