______________________________ "So, where do you live?" Emmanuel asked politely. They'd been driving for a while, and that was the first thing he said. "27 Brightly Place." she replied, her voice was soft and gentle, it was agonizingly beautiful. He had driven in with his Audi TT today, he didn't feel like making a statement. He kept his speed within the limit, not wanting to scare her by traveling 197 m/ph. He could feel her gaze on him, warm, yet at the same time curious and questioning. He caught a glimpse of her face with his peripherals, she looked like she was scolding herself for doing something wrong, it was adorable. He struggled to suppress a laugh, but, somehow he did. "So, have you lived in New York all your life?" She asked, trying to strike up conversation. "No, I lived in Venice for a few years." He replied, his voice played on the word few. "Wow, was it nice?" Not noticing his subtlety "So, so." He said casually. "After a few years it loses it's, appeal." "So, your Italian?" "Oh God no, not at all." he said with a smile. "I've lived all over the world. Venice, London, Barcelona, Paris, Wellington, Athens, the works really." "Wow, it must've all gone to fast for you, traveling and all." "Trust me, it felt like I lived in each city for hundreds of years." he said smirking to himself. "We're here she said." she said abruptly. He realized why, they'd almost driven past her house. He pulled up in her drive way, he got out the car to open her door for her, being polite. When she got out as he thanked him and headed for her front door. "Thanks again." She said. "No problem." "So I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Are you asking me to go on a date with you?" he replied with a smile on his lips. "N- No, I-I, I mean well, we've got school tomorrow right?" she stuttered. "It's Saturday, tomorrow." He chuckled. "Oh, well, I'll see you on monday then?" she blushed. "Yeah, see you then." he said, while getting back into his car. He saw her fumble for her keys while trying to get into her house, he let out a small laugh. When he arrived home he found Dylan waiting for him, a grim look on his face. "What's wrong Bro." He asked while tossing his keys at the key holder on the wall in the living room. Dylan said nothing, all he did was hold out a letter. The letter wasn't like the ones Michael gave Emmanuel, no. This one was different. It was black and the writing was written in blood, four words, four small words, and that was all. ______________________________ It's time to play. ______________________________ The letter wasn't signed off, but, Emmanuel already knew who it was from. He could imagine those deep blue eyes, glaring at him. That harsh sinister voice, spitting the words out at him. He felt angry, enraged even. Emmanuel himself wanted to play, it was about time he killed him, after all Elijah Fang was not getting away from him this time. Not after what he did, not after he betrayed his brothers, not after he killed his own family. ______________________________
I know it's shorter, and might not be as good as the others, but, I got up ridiculously early this morning so I'm really tired. However, I'll write more asap!