《Your Love Will Be The Death Of Me》 Chapter 1: A Fright to Remember The Saturday night clubbing crowd was as rowdy as one would think. The blaring of the noncreative so-called music filled the room. Leaving no corner empty just as the multitude of colorful lights did the same. Fueling every patron to continue with would be attempts at dancing. Which was only amplified by the numerous drinks that already did so. Those who came with their respective parties stuck close to them like glue. Leaving the poor fools hoping to get some, to lie in wait for a strong willed one of these packs to adventure off. Whether to use the facilities, or to get the one last shot. Then there was Astrid, who by some miracle was convinced by her gal pals to adventure out. The short blond hair women had been in such a rut as of lately sense being ghosted by her long time significant other. Just up and leaving without a word to the fragile female, like she was nothing. Cupping her barely touched glass of whatever god forsaken beverage giving to her. Most likely presented to her by none other than Jan. The self-proclaimed leader of their little group of 20 somethings. She was as thick-headed as she was over self-confident in her looks. She probably held a relationship for as long as she held onto a non-consumed drink. Many of which were gifted to her in the same way by men hoping to get in some face. Quick to accept the drinks and even quicker to excuse herself. Without them getting in whatever pickup line they read on the google search made prior of "top 10 pick-lines to get chicks.". Getting what she had come for ... AKA enough drinks for each of the four women present on this escapade to get Miss Astrids groove back. Their circle closed and kept out the invaders of thirsty male goers. Their conversation quickly moved to the main goal of the night. Surveying the bodies around the room and looking for the one who might meet their standards for their friend. Would it be Justin at the bar? No, he oozed the sense of once he had his fill, she would be walking home feeling worse than how Astrid already felt. Then how about nicely dressed Paul? Oh, for sure not. For Deborah, the spunky red head of the quad saw him already getting cozy with the tall bartender Billy. Which killed two birds with one stone. Eliminating him as well from the non-existent list made so far. Incoming the fourth and married one of them Lisa to spot Brandon. Seemingly looking to be in the same situation as Astrid. Surrounded by his brothers from other mothers as they say. Looking about the Fine establishment for an even finer lady who would get the homebody to come out of his shell more. With their target acquired, the weak link was sent off to fetch drinks. Eye contact between the captains of both small love fireteams was exchanged. Jan eyes motions toward her mission given friend. Jacob who just happened to be Brandon''s older brother. Eyes had found Astrid and locked on. His hand rising then falling quickly on the younger''s back. Giving a light suggestion or more so a light command to get them another round. Brandon gave a deep sigh and moved forward not wanting to tell his sibling no. Shuffling to the bar and tapping the stained wood to get the bartender''s attention. Only to almost echoed by the person of opposite gender next to him. Ordering a round of whatever the cheapest hard stuff they had on hand. They met eyes and so began the awkward exchange of "sorry" and "no you were here first ". It was no time at all before the tenseness between the two melted away. The stuttering chuckles turned to flirty giggling. Though in no way was his game in any peak condition, the other didn''t care. What was supposed to be a quick fetch quest, turned into an hour of talking. They hit it off as more and more common interest was dung up. Both parties, feeling proud of their success, decided to leave the two alone and just enjoyed their own nights. Another hour passed and the club grew quieter and less crowded as those who occupied it before trickled out. Each group bid their goodbyes to one another. With Jacob and Jan having also hit it off leaving together. Of course, not before both threatening Brandon to be a gentleman or else. With a galp and a rosy blush from him in reply, they left. Heeding the warning of the two authoritative figures, Brandon offered his new companion a ride home. Grabbing their respective things, they exited the bar and headed towards the male''s vehicle. The full moon illuminating the alleyway short cut Astrid had suggested. Continuing his civic duty of being an upstanding guy that he was trying to be. He opened the door for her and helped her into the blue slightly rusted SUV. Once situated, he then closed the door, and started his way around the back. Giving him some extra time to take a much-needed deep breath. Which then gave the perfect time for a yet to be detected third wheel to stop his on-looking and finally enter the picture which had been painting itself all night. It was so enduring to see these two lesser individuals find one another. It could almost melt a frozen heart .... almost. Though this man was not here to warm up the organ, but instead to watch it pump blood through its left ventricle one last time. Oh, the look on his face as the knife met his abdomen. The quick switching between fear, confusion, and finally his favorite part ... nothingness. The now lifeless body of poor Brandon crumpled to the ground. Knife still buried deep, with the other''s hand still gripping the handle. The excitement and laughter of the new addition was bubbling on the surface. He knew better and kept his cool for the time being. It would ruin everything if he had to rush the second act of this play. Getting back to their feet, then adjusting his glass. The mystery guest started peering through the dirt covered back window to make sure the guest of honor didn''t notice his arrival. Her head hung down as the faint glow of her phone lit up her face. Circling the rest of the way and entering the vehicle. His heart raced and fluttered as the unexpected happened. Sitting there, eyes making contact, and both parties'' knives at one another''s throats. Even in the dark space he could see she was as caught off guard as the other was. Silence ruled over them both, before eventually losing to her curiosity. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. "You''re not Brandon?" She asked in a calm voice, even for a woman with a blade lightly kissing her fair pale flesh. The male''s small smirk slightly widened at this amusing inquiry of hers. "For his sake, looks like that is a good thing. Well, you know if he wasn''t already in a pool of his own blood." The silence once again returned to them both. Without needing to say another word, an unspoken agreement was made between the occupants of the now ownerless truck. Pulling away their tools and keeping them in sight for the other to see. They spoke again, tilting their head questioningly to the side. The man''s darkened brunet hair slightly moving in response to the sudden movement. "I''d say it would be safe to assume that if I didn''t get to the poor lad, that you would of?" She replied with a soft but playful "Maybe." The bitterness in Astrid''s voice was noticeable even coated in all this sugar as it was. The feeling of familiarity washed over the man. Like looking into a reflection and just staring at himself. Though this version of him was several inches shorter and was for sure on the cutesier side. Her pools of blue that seemed to shine even in the darkness, peering into the green of his. The male was to break the silence this time around. "Michael." She stayed quiet but gave another questioning look. His eyes playfully rolling, accompanied by a chuckle. "It''s called a name my darling." His teasing was met with an eye roll of her own. "I don''t recall asking... Also, wouldn''t it be a mishap on your part to let me know your name?" before even getting a moment to answer this line of questioning. The tip of the knife which she held pointed towards Him. Mere inches away from Michael''s face, though not getting the reaction he felt she had hope for. "Also, I am not your darling ... Michael~." His name rolled off her tongue with a slight sassiness. "The name is Astrid." Raising an eyebrow, but his smile never faltering, and head still cocked. "Now look who''s making the mishap of letting me know your name. Also, I already knew your lovely name." A new question was about to leave her light pink colored lips. When a blood curdling scream entered both their ears. Looking out the window, none other than Jacob and Jan stood a couple yards away from the SUV. Horror covered their faces looking at the corpse before them. As she was distracted by the two new people. Michael quickly grabbed Astrids knife and gave a quick bow of his head. "Looks like this will be the end of this first act. Until we meet again Dar.... I mean Astrid." With that he kicked the door open right as the older Jacob''s hand reached for the doorknob. Sending him flying before hitting the ground. Not wanting to waste this opportunity. Michael bolted from the Truck and sprinted from the scene. His fair scene partner sat in awe before quickly putting on the act of someone who should be in this situation. Flying the door open to her side, running around the back. Once to the back giving Bradon''s body a once over. Holding back the ever-growing sense of frustration from having her pray taking right from under her. She replaced it with a look of fear and terror as she screamed. Matching her friends, who she had now rushed to. Crying into Jan''s chest while gripping the fabric of the other''s top. Not long after, the cops were finally called. The women and now grieving brother gave their accounts of what they saw. Astrid making up everything that had transpired after Michael entered the SUV. After being looked over by the medics and driven home by an officer. The Blond sat on her couch just going over everything in her head. So many questions filled it now. "Who was this Michael? And how''d he know my name?" But most importantly. The question that would trump over all the rest and made her night a sleepless one. "Will I ever see him again?" her hand raised towards the ceiling of her apartment. Finally falling to hang over the back of the said couch. A cat lazily named Mr. Whiskers, rubbed against her side. Picking him up and cradling close. Astrid retired to bed and let whatever sleep... though not much take her. Chapter 2: It’s in the isle Next to the Murder Mysteries...or was it Romance? Beep Beep Beep! Blared the dreaded sound of Astrids phone alarm. The forementioned blond huffed as her hand slammed on the device. Dragging the phone off of her nightstand, before it dropped to the floor. Yet another sighed left her lips, burying her face into the pillow. Letting out a muffled scream, before pushing herself up. How the fuck is it six already!?! Her yell of sleepless rage being met with banging sound above her. Her upstairs neighbor Mrs. Lempkie was a quiet woman but preferred everyone to be the same. The younger smashing her face back in the pillow. The sudden noise and motion caught the attention of Mr. Whiskers. The Black and white tabby hopped on the creaky queen bed. His small amount of weight pushed into the bed with a small indent. Moving up to his mother and brushing against her head which was still deep in the pillow. Rotating her head to face the feline, she gave a small smirk. Morning Fluff ball. being quickly replied to by a raspy meow. A new small burst of energy entered her small body. Rolling over and sitting up on the edge of the bed. She leaned over picking up the screaming phone. Hitting the off button, the alarm was replaced with the text icon. Her phone was filled up with messages from the horde of friends and family checking up on her. Several from Dad, few from mom, and an ungodly amount from Jan. Even though she had seen such a sight as Brandons blood covered corpse. The hard headed friend wasnt going to let that keep her from being the big sis she was. Deciding to just ignore it Astrid got to her feet, and started toward the kitchen. If she was even going to think about getting through her shift today. That dark brewed life blood known as Coffee was needed for sure. Leaning against the counter as the dark liquid began bubbling to life. Her Eyes focused out the window, at the darkened purple of the sky. The increasing more visible outlines of the clouds that filled it, slowly moved by. Her mind drifted between the cloud, to sleepily nothingness, only to finally landing on... him. Atrids head shook, wanting to ram her face into the counter. Before the thought move to action, the pot dinged. Get it together girl! He was just some fucking weirdo.... but what would that make me? Her favorite action of today, being a sighing. Once again was made, as she grabbed a cup and poured her morning joe. Taking a seat at her table, she finally decided to look over all her text. All of it was the same thing over and over again. Almost like it was all just one person, typing away at several phones. She was too tired to worry, or in fact to even care to reply. Right now the blond needed one thing and only one thing. A hot Shower and to be left the fuck alone. Only truly having a handful of time being need to get out. Making the washing of the previous nights happenings quickly. She carefully exited the shower, drying off her shoulder length hair with a pink floral towel. Getting up to the fog covered mirror, her hand wiped away a streak. Revealing the bags that over took her eyes. Damn you Michael couldnt just take my kill but also my sleep? I swear if I see that stupid handsome .... I mean freakish smile again. Im going to knock it right off your face and feed it to a group of dogs. her fist shook in the air, before being brought down on the sink. A yelp echoed through the percaline room of bathing. Holding the now hurt hand close and between her chest. Taken a big breath to calm herself, Astrid finished drying off. Getting changed quickly into a simple sweater, jeans, and flats. Definingly screamed and gave away the fact she worked at a book store. Then out the door she went, coffee in hand, and a want to get this day over with. Making sure to give a slight head nod at Mrs. Lempkie as a lazy way of apologizing for earlier. Having taking the same route to work every day, not much thought was needed to put into her trip. Giving enough attention to her actions to not get hit by a car. Though not enough to notice the figure following close from behind. Making every turn she was making, and keeping the same distance as when they started the pursuit. Nearing closer and closer to the store, the stranger got closer themselves to their target. Atrids arm reached out for the handle, almost mirrored by the now out stretched hand behind her. Final realizing the presence that crept ever so closer, she spun on her heel. The hand bag raised, ready to strike. Quickly being caught but a gruff callus covered hand. Wow Easy there Ms. Von Rose, I do apologize for the startle. The mystery mans hand released her purse, and slowly reached into his jacket pocket. Pulling out his badge of the city police detective. Names Detective Scottson, and I''ve been assigned to keep an eye on you till we can catch the perp from last night. I''ll be straight as a six shooter with ya. Ive been after this SOB for months now, and he is a pretty sick bastard. Youre lucky to have gotten out of that one by the skin of ya teeth. The Detective paused waiting to hear from the victim before him. Only met with silence and look of uncertainty from Astrid. He looked away rubbing the back of his head, clearing his throat. Anyways didnt mean to spook ya, and just wanted to introduce myself. I wont butt into your life too much, just check in and give ya updates. With that be gave a small nod and made his way down the street. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. Great another man trying to do what''s best for me. A huff and a push of the door, which was met with resistance. Followed by a squeak and loud crash of books. A women laid on the floor of the shop covered in said pieces of reading material. A soft wine muffled out, met by Astrid gasping dropping to her knees. Shit! Nikki what have I told you about carrying too much at once. Sorry Miss Astrid, I wanted to try and get everything together before you arrived. I heard about what happened and I wanted to do what I could. Though as per the usual it looks like I only made more of a mess. Helping Nikki to her feet, then grabbing what books she could. Astrid placed them onto a nearby table. The other women helped as well with a saddened sigh. Sorry again, Ill try and be more careful going forward. putting on a warm smile, the shops owner shook her head. Really, its okay I promise. Let''s just hurry and get everything ready for the day. A soft smile and determined nod was responded with. Together the small book story was opened and had already drawn in its normal crowd. The neighborhood old women looking at which cheesy romance novel they wanted to add to their personal library at home. Then the random men looking to find themselves a Nerdy book worm they could try and impress with their basic knowledge of writing. Amongst the daily commotion of the work day, the front door bell gave its little ding. Nikki can you check who just came in? instead of the yes boss Astrid had hoped for, she was instead met with another crash. Not even wanting to see what might been broken or scattered, she made her way out. Sorry for the wait how...can.... I A pit was quick to form in her stomach as she looked at un-wantingly familiar face. Morning Mon Cher~ adjusting his glasses with a wide almost giddy smile. Michael slowly approached his dancing partner from last night. Astrid did not move from her spot, and stared down the man. Was he here to harm her? Or maybe he was going to simply just not remember her. Either way She needed to make sure this guy didnt harm Nikki. She actually liked her fairly new employee and didnt want to go through all that interviewing process again. Looking behind her then back to the new arrival to the store. Now standing almost directly in front of her, Astrid jumped slightly. C-can I help you sir? deciding to just play stupid, she faked a smile and tilted her head. His eye stared into her before looking away. Slowly walking towards a stack of books nearby, he picked one up. It was the newest book from a fairly newer writer. The name escaped her as she wasnt a big fan of the genre. Just never been a sucker for those suspense Romance kinds of books. Sorry to bother you Miss, I''ve just never noticed this shop before. Im always interested in seeing how well my work does in these smaller shops. Confusion hit her like a title wave, then realization even harder. Any words forming on her lips being cut off but a gasp. Oh my god! Youre Michael Maplewood! Nikki pushed past her boss, standing next to the supposal author. Giving a smile and nod to the women before him. I loved Partners in love and crime! Im actually surprised you didnt continue with a sequel. I wanted to see what happened to Jim and Tammy after the shoot so bad. I get that a lot and I will go back to the young lovers on the run eventually. But inspiration just hit me and I couldnt let it slip away. Opening the book and taking out a pen. Michael quickly gave it his John Handcock, and handed to Nikki. For being such devoted fan take this as my token of appreciation. Nikkis eyes lit up, rushing to the back. Something about telling her sister escaped her mouth. Leaving the two from before alone once more. Astrid still unsure if Michael knew it was her or not. Seems like a nice girl, yet seems a bit energic from past employees of yours Thought you said youve never seen this place before. She had the fucker now! No getting out of this one for sure. He had to end this bull now, and confess. Oh, thats right! Forgetting my own lie. he chuckled which was met with a really bitch? Look from the shorter female. Guess just nothing gets past you Astrid my dear. Guess I just wanted to see if you actually remember me. Your look was precious, and I got greedy wanting more~. A very unwanted blush of embarrassment crossed her face. This asshole was just teasing her now! What kind of fucked game was he playing now? What do you want Michael? If youre here to kill me, then get it over with. Fair warning theres a detective probably watching us right now. Your ass will be in jail before you could even call me dear again. he smiled and took another book writing down in it as well. Moving back to in front of her, Michael placed the copy of his work down. Astrids eyes left his to look at it reading the cover. Your Love will be the Death of Me her blue orbs meeting his green ones once more with a raised eye brow. With not another word, Michael smiled and bowed. Turning around, and leaving the store just as quickly as he showed up. The confusion from before settled back in, being replaced by wondering. Looking back at the book she opened the front cover. Written on the inside was an address and a small message that read. Dinner Friday 7pm. Her blush returned, slamming the cover close. Michael, I swear to God if this is some sort of trap... ill for sure be the death of you. The frustration in her voice dripped like venom from her lips. Leaving the book store owner how she started the day. Tired and ready for this day to be fucking over. Chapter 3: Every piece on a chess board has their parts to play. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Chapter 4: Dying to come to dinner Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Chapter 5: All Hollow’s Eve The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Chapter 6: Morning After Jesus Christ, this one sick son of a bitch. A cop dry hived at the sight before him. Quickly turning around running out of the alley, dimly lit by the rising morning sun. Getting to the curb, with a hand over a nearby car. Releasing the two donuts, and coffee that made up his breakfast. Nikki and Brian walked by both staring at the doubled over cop then over to the police filled alley. Brian gave off a slight sigh then chuckled. Nikki gave a raised eyebrow look to her older partner. Whats so funny? Brian gave a side eye glance shaking his head. Nothing kid, just have a slight feeling I know what we might be seeing here in a few. Well at least to a point to where I wont be like Jarvis over there. Ducking under the Police tape, holding it up for the younger woman. Hope you brought your appetite champ. Nikki quickly got under and joined by Brians side as they both walked. Their collective eyes scanning the scene, taking in everything. Not leaving even the smallest item off their notes. A similar expression being shared among most that they passed. The more senior officers just shook their heads. Then those who were more wet behind the ears doing as Jarvis did. Several cops as well as what looked to be the chief stood in a half circle. What we got Steve? Oh, Scottson it''s your favorite. The barreled chest, titan of a man they all called chief. Had his arms crossed while looking over his shoulder. A full course meal of Fucked with a side of up. Cooked to a jumble of God damnit. Just the way I know you like your crime scenes. A shared chuckle was given by them both. Nikki rolled her eyes, moving past everyone. She slowly moved to a dumpster near where the congregation collected. Peering over the edge, her eyes widened. Holy shit... She backed away covering her mouth. Holy Shit is right kid. The Chief walked past Nikki, patting her shoulder. Welcome to the real big leagues. Brian moving next to her, rustling her chocolate locks. Told you it wasnt going to be pretty. Step back and go speak to the owner of that bar over there. See If they might know who these two might be. Giving a simple nod she swallowed back what had threatened to come out. Brian watched Nikki go off before turning to the metal dump site. Looking over the side, all he could do was sigh. Well looks like somethings never change. Laying at the bottom was the naked body of a young women. Every inch of skin below her neck peeled away. Leaving the red strains of muscle and tissue to be remained, placed in a fetal position while on her side. Underneath was a thin bed of roses arranged in a heart. The majority of the peddles soaked in the blood that dripped from an object being held. Looking a bit closer and squinting his good eye. He was able to better see the head of what second victim could only be mentioned when he got the call this morning. Good to see his sense of romanticism didnt go anywhere even after all this time. This guy did always give us some interesting and thought-provoking scenes over the years. Though I guess I should say, always gave you interesting scenes. Brian raised his eyebrow at the old friend. The Chiefs eyes didnt leave the body. Instead, he just reached into his jacket pocket. Pulling out a folded note. This was placed in front of the dumpster. Taking ahold of the piece of paper and unfolded it. An eye for an eye, makes you go blind. Sighing as he folded up the note again. Raising a hand to his milky white eye covering it. The echos of gunshots, and a cry of pain rang through his head. Staring out down the alley before being brought back by the sound of closing in footsteps. Jerking as a hand laid itself onto the distracted detectives shoulder. Scottson looked down at the hand. Quickly moving his gaze to the owner, Steve. The chief motioned his head behind them. Turning around to meet Nikki looking between them both. What you got? The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Okay so the Jane doe is named Hallow by her friends. Then John doe is called Blade. I have the boys asking around for possible actual names. The Bar owner said they were both present for a metal show last night. Blades band played first and got done around Nine PM. At about ten PM, he was seen leaving with Hallow. That was the last anyone had seen or heard from them both. The Music was too loud inside I think for anyone to of heard possible screams or struggling. Nikki flipped a page in a small notepad she had in her hand. And unfortunately for us, the street camera on this block isnt facing anywhere near the alley. Looks like our next step should be figuring out a possible connection between them and a possible perp. Dont need to bother with that kid. The connection between it all is us. Well more so me in this case. How you figure? Brian waved Nikki over to the dumpster. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Joining between the two men, looking once again at the bodies. Almost right away noticing who lay at the bottom. Its the two from Monday!" The Chief gave them both a look. Which screamed to be let in on the connection. After Scottson picked me up from the bookstore I''ve been undercover at. We were sitting in the cruiser watching Miss Von Rose leave to head home. When we went to go pull out from our spot, these two stepped out in front of us and almost got hit. Which means? Brian was the one to answer this time. Which means the perp was watching us that day. As well as probably watching Von Rose as well. Nikki gasped eyes widened. The two others looking at her slightly startled by the sudden squeak. What is it? I was supposed to open the shop today! Fishing her phone out of her pocket, almost dropping it. Even not undercover, Nikki was the butterfingers of the city police department. Getting ahold of the small flip phone, she started dialing and walking away. The phone rang for a couple before being picked up. Silence played over the speakers before Nikki spoke. Umm Miss Astrid? You there? A couple more seconds of silence then some small rustling sounds. Astrid? ... Astrid!? Brian and Steve looked at the now yelling woman. Miss Astrid are you... Nikki was cut off with a sudden voice. Ahh Miss Nikki! My apologies sincerely, it''s Michael... Michael Maplewood. Miss Astrid is still sleeping. You See her and I had a wonderful dinner last night. And someone~ doesnt know when to slow down with the wine~ More rustling could be heard when the male voice was replaced with a familiar female one. Hello Nikki? Its Astrid sorry about that! A sigh of frustration played over the speaker. Miss Astrid? A smile spread across Nikkis face from ear to ear. Being the shittest of shit eating grins. Astrid could almost feel the question that was about to be asked. A dinner date with Michael huh? Never mind about that now Nikki. Is everything okay? Did something happen at the shop?! The concern filled her voice waiting for the possible dreaded answer. Oh! No no miss Astrid! I had something come up and wont be able to make it to the shop to open up. Im so so sorry Miss Astrid! a couple paused moment passed along with another sigh. Dont worry about it Nikki. I think I am going to just keep the store closed this weekend. Nikki giggles and nodded as her boss spoke. And no its not because of my date! a slight muffled. Oh, I thought last night wasnt a date Mon Cher?~ Michael Shut up!... anyway like I said dont worry about it. Do what you need to do and I''ll see you Monday. Astrid hung up, as Nikki giggled rolling her eyes. Turning back to the fellow law enforcers. They both just raised an eyebrow, being met with a gentle shake of her head. Dont worry about it, its girl stuff. You wouldnt understand nor probably care. Agreeing with that statement and having lost interest right away. The three returned to their previous point of interest. Well, if you wish to keep having these girls talk with Miss Von Rose. Figure out who this Bastard is, bring him in, and stop this fucking nightmare fuel from happening anymore! Nikki and Brian nodded and both saluted at once. On it Chief! Chapter 7: Walk of Shame The golden rays from the morning sun eclipsed the sky. Bringing light to a city unaware of how deep into the shadows it truly was. Reflections of this bright aura bounced between windows. A sharp line shooting down from a higher building across from the ancient home. Piercing through crimson curtain, into a room lined with massive bookcases. Against the one bare wall sat a queen-sized bed. Adorned with a large blanket matching the curtains with almost French renaissance inspired designs etched into them. Incased in the covers lay a small form unaware of the approaching morning. Sound asleep, Astrid showed little to no movement. Gentle rising and falling of the blanket around her chest. The activity of the previous night had stolen most if not all her energy. Her blond hair peaked over just the edge. Catching the light from the window, causing it to almost shine like gold. This unseen treasure gently being disturbed by nibble fingers brushing through them. The sleeping beauty stirring between the sheets. Her own fingers finding the edge to pull them down slowly. Light groaning sounding as sunlight finally met her eyes. Scanning the room slowly as her eyes adjusted. Landing on a blurring figure that slowly formed into Michael. Morning Mon Cher. The male purred, brushing strands of hair from Astrids face. His smile seemingly sparkling from the same rays that had just assaulted her eyes. Eyes that had now shot open, sitting up just as quickly. Pressing her back against the head-bored, as her once gently moving chest moved at a million miles. Astrid hand over her heart gripping on the blanket. Looking franticly from Michael to the room around them. Michael? Where? Where am I? slumping down the black leather of the headboard. Sitting down on the pillow that once helped rest her head. Without a word, the man leaned forward and reached out. Causing her to flinch, closing her eye quickly and tight. When nothing came, she reopened them. Inches from her face was a glass of water. Fresh condensation falling down it like morning dew on a blade of grass. Looking at the glass then back to Michael who gently moved the glass from side to side. Worry not Darling, for it is just water. I will explain everything in a bit but for now drink. Hydration is important after such a night as what we had. Do you mean we? Michaels head quickly shook from side to side. His full mane moving with it for it was not up in its normal ponytail. He then removed his glasses, pulling a cloth from his front breast pocket of his vest. Whipping away the nonexisting smudges from the optical equipment. Of course, not Astrid, for it was only the first date. Im a man that likes a little bit more wining and dining. I simply am referring to the treating of our guest. You dont need to worry about their whereabouts at this time. I made sure they made it back to where they belong. His grin growing into a toothy menacing smile. Astrid galped in response, not out of fear of his words but yet excitement for them. A small smile now being worn on her own face. It couldnt help, much to Astrid dismay. Last night had awoken something inside her already unstable mind. The first kill was quick and not planned. Over before it had even really begun and could truly take shape. With Hallow though, they took their time proceeding with the deed. Savoring every cut, crush, and stab. Letting the rush and metaphorical high linger as they craved the bitch like a turkey. Wait if we didnt.... you know. Then why am I in this bed? And how did I get here? The questions flooded her head. Trying to remember what could have happened, that kept her from going home. Looking to the male in the room, which he then looked back. He could already see the gears in her mind trying to spin together. Seemingly to have something jamming up the thought process all together. It is simple my dear~. You see once dear Hallow had taken her final breath on earth. It''s all hit you harder than when I miss a deadline for a page to my publicist. The analogy being lost on the book worm. Yes, Astrid owned a bookstore and loved reading. But she wasnt as familiar with the writing of the stories she loved so much. Michael sighed patting her head with a sympathetic smirk. You got a head-rush of serotonin and passed out from the... well lack of better terms. Placing his hand down on the edge of the bed, leaning in closely. Astrids eyes moving between his eyes and lips. Pleasure~. Her heart now beating out of her chest. The foot between them became inches, then centimeters. Unfortunately for the two edger adults. Their meeting of lips was interrupted by a ringing coming from Michaels pocket. Reaching in the slacks pockets, a pink phone was retrieved. Looking at the screen for a split second then to her. Hold that pleasant idea just for a moment Mon Cher. Standing up from the bed and pressing his thumb against the phone. Holding the device up to his ear, then just standing there without a word. Slight muffled sounds came from his direction. Astrid watched in confusion by him answering his phone to just not saying anything. Then in a burst of an energetic tone he finally spoke. Ahh Miss Nikki! My apologies sincerely, it''s Michael... Michael Maplewood. Miss Astrid is still sleeping. You See her and I had a wonderful dinner last night. And someone~ doesnt know when to slow down with the wine~ If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Nikki? Why would she have Michaels?... The gears in her mind which had just been stuck now spun out of control. Practically rocketing up from the bed, she throw blankets around. Looking under the bed, then to the nightstand beside her. Finally snapping her head to Michael. Now wearing a devilish smirk, seeing that Astrid now had put two and two together. Storming over to him, hand stretched out. Michael give me my phone now. She demanded through clutched teeth. When he just shook his head, sticking out his tongue. The blond face turned red in frustration. Try and fail to grab the phone from his hand. Which he just held up high above his head. Standing on her tippy toes and gripping onto his shirt. Astrid jumped up and down in an attempt to get higher. All which just was met with more failure on her part. With one more try, she bent her knees down. Springing up as her feet left the floor. Seizing the opening before him, the taller one of them both wrapped his arm around her waist. Holding her in place, being met with struggling from the shorter. Damn it, let me down you dick! Still in a hushed toned so not to blow out Nikkis ears on the other end of the phone. Astrids command falling on deft ears. Causing more thrashing and pushing trying to get him to let go. Eventually throwing him off balance, as they fell to the bed. Astrid laid on top giving Michael a look that read. You did that on purpose didnt you? He just shrugged and smiled, Moving the phone between their faces. Quickly grabbing the phone sitting up, and finally answering her employee on the line. Hello Nikki? Its Astrid sorry about that! The two women went back and forth a few times. Michael catching Astrid slip up of calling last night a date. Oh, I thought last night wasnt a date Mon Cher? ~ His comment being met with being told to shut up. After a few more responses, the two bid their farewells. As she hung up, Astrids balled up fist began hitting the males chest. You ass! Why did you have my phone? And what was the bullshit with the game of keep away? Getting tired at the would-be attempt to beat him up. Michael grabbing onto her wrist. He sat up staring directly into the blues of her eyes. Now setting in that She was in his lap, and once again so so close to his lips. Have to get a good workout in the morning to get the blood pumping~. A deep red taking over her face, pulling her arms away in a jerking motion. Michael released them as she did, causing the blond to fall back. His arms wrapped around the back of her waist. He then brought her over to bed. Hovering over Astrid, his leg resting between her own. The burnet''s arms being the only thing keeping him from fully being pressed against the others small frame. They stayed like this for a few silent moments. Michael suddenly stood back, offering a hand to help Astrid up. Being swat away as she didnt need his help. The psychopath had done enough, and she just wanted to get home to Mr. Whiskers. Enough of this shit. Im done looking at the stupid face of yours for a lifetime. Gathering up the belongings that sat on a chair by the door. Lucky for Astrid, the creep didnt feel it necessary to undress her for bed the night before. With her purse over her shoulder and shoes on her feet, Astrid was downstairs and out the door. Michael leaned against the door frame, waving goodbye. With huff She was off down the street. Grumbling and mumbling as folks passed by. Some going about their days, while others whispered and joked to themselves. The phrase walk of shame being throwing around more than once. All becoming too much for her as Astrid spun on her heels. Could you lot talk any louder!? Being brought out of her rage by her phone buzzing. Looking at the object that caused all the trouble this morning. Snarling at the message from the unknown number reading. Let me know when you get home safely Mon Cher~ Typing out a response, before throwing the phone back in. Making the sender of said message phone buzz. Michael looked and just chuckled at the middle finger emoji sent back. Oh yeah, she''s crazy about me. Michael looked down the street. Smiling, then heading back into his home closing the door. Chapter 8: “When in doubt wear red” -Bill Blass 5 Days... 5 whole fucking days sense Michael put his number in Astrid phone. Then what does he do? A whole lot of Jack shit. What was the point of everything that morning? Seems like it was just another reason to mess with the blonds mind. Not a single word from the man that literal stalked her. Now he has direct contact to the focal point of his strange affection on hand. Then to make matters worse, it was stressing her out a lot more than it should have been. Without probably even trying or caring, Michael stole more sleep from Astrid. No More than a couple hours each night for the past several days. Astrid~ Great and now his stupid voice was echoing in her head. Even with him not being here, she couldnt catch a break. He had gotten so wedged into her thoughts that there was no escape. Without fail in a few more seconds, once again she could hear a. Astrid~ Like a recording playing on repeat in her head. Like that very man stood in front of her. Miss Astrid! A sudden jolt of being rocked by Nikki finally awoken her. Astrids head shot up from resting in her arms. Seem as if the store owner had dozed off at the front counter. Looking about the room, her eyes landed on her employee. Who was wearing a look of worry. Sorry, didnt mean to disturb you there. You fell asleep, and its closing time. I already took care of closing up everything and I was about to leave. Need Anything from me before I leave then? Yeah, if you could hit me over the head with an encyclopedia. in hopes of knocking me the fuck out. She replied with a half joking chuckle. Nikki Just looked more worried than before. Ah never mind, dont worry about it. Just some trouble sleeping lately. Too Much Michael on the brain huh? Nikki smirked covering her mouth as she giggled. Yeah that bastard wont just text.... What?!? No no, what would make you think that? Trying to brush off the comment without giving the other more ammunition, thus, to tease her with. Standing up from her seated position, Astrid stretched. Grabbing her coat from the back of her chair, joining Nikki as they left. Heading outside, they both quickly said their goodbyes before going their separate ways. The majority of the blonds walk was spent looking at her phone. Opening up her text, only closing it right away with a huff. She knew that just checking wouldnt magically make him finally text her. Fine! Im done waiting for his ass to get in contact with me. He has officially blown his chance and will just have to deal with it! Fishing out her keys as she approached the front door to her building. Every action she took was filled with frustration. Followed by hushed profanities and insults directed towards a certain writer. Astrid opted to take the stairs up to her apartment, so she was able to stomp up them the whole way. Which helped relieve some of her anger but not all eventually making it up to the 6th floor. Slamming the door open with a harsh huff. Thinking he''s the next Shakespeare, and too good to text me. Actually, I like to think I''m closer to Edger Allen Poe. A lot more darker themes and not so much drama. Jumping from the unexpected response, before laying a hate filled glare to said speaker. Michael Stood before Astrid with a black bag draped over his shoulder. Even with such a scary look, you are as beautiful as always. The male cooed at irritated individual, who was now stomping past him. Oh? Do I sense that I''m getting the silent treatment? His question being met with yet another lack of response, causing a short chuckle. Aw is someone upset that they didnt hear from me all week? Michael teased, only making her madder. Astrid shoved her key into the lock of her apartment. Quickly moving inside and shutting the door. Which was stopped from closing all the way by Michaels foot being wedged between it and the frame. Move....your foot...now~ Astrid grit her teeth forcing a very unwelcoming smile. Michael only responded by shoving the black bag through the door. Leaning back as the object was put in front of her face. She placed a hand on top, moving it down to look at him. Her raised eyebrow and still very not friendly facial expression told him to explain or lose his hand. I wish to make it up to you. It is rude and not gentlemen like to not contact you after putting my number in your phone. Astrid squinted eyes searching his own face to see if he was being truthful. After what seemed like a couple minutes, she sighed. Stepping away from the door, letting it open fully. She motioned him in, closing the door behind them. Make it quick and this better be good. Crossing her arms and tapping the tip of her shoes against the hardwood. Michael looked around the entry way, turning to Astrid. Once again holding the black bag up to the blond. Whats this? He just rolled his eyes playfully passing it to her. Looking over it for a moment, finding the zipper. Pulling it down slowly revealing a red dress. Astrids eyes widened a bit in awe at the article. You bought me a dress? Pausing for a moment, squinting her blue eyes at him. whats the catch? Oh, only for you to join me on a night of dancing and entertainment. Ive been invited to a gathering in memory of the daughter of my publicist. Poor dears life was cut short by unforeseen tragedy. But do not fret it isn''t a funeral or anything of the sort. They have done their grieving and wish to celebrate her life. Looking at the dress once again, then back to him. Fine, but only because I like the dress. Pulling the bag off the rest of the way. She moved to in front a mirror hanging from front closet door. Holding it against her body. Looking over it from side to side So when is this shindig? In two hours. Michael answered. Astrid nodded still checking herself out in the mirror. A pleased smile on her face, being quickly replaced with panic. Two hours!? Pushing past Michael, she ran deeper into the apartment. Feeding her cat, then rushing to the bathroom. Michael moved into the apartment starting to look around. Turning his head towards the direction of where Astrid had run off to. The sound of the shower turning on, and then a small squeak. Turning back to what he could guess was the living room. Nothing too outstanding. Pretty simple looking furniture, a medium sized tv, couple pictures of friends and family, and a cat tree by the window. His attention shooting down as he felt something brushing between his legs. Looking straight back at him were two large yellow eyes. The feline meowed at him, rubbing against his leg a couple times. Michael smiled and chuckled knelling down to the pet the cat. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Why hello there my furry fellow. Scratching under his chin. Being met with soft purring. Michael scooped up Mr. Whiskers. Running his hands down the animal''s back. Starting to look around some more to pass the time as he waited. Eventually Mr. Whiskers jumped down as the door to the bathroom opened up slightly. Look away, and I swear if you try catching a peak. You can forget about your plus one. Michael threw up his arms in defeat and turned around. The sound of bare feet tapping quickly across the hall. Her bedroom door shutting close. With her back against the door, she pushed her wet hair back. Hes luck that dress is pretty The dress that she put on the back of the couch. Which is out there with him. Shit. Astrid hissed slapping her forehead out of frustration. Taking a deep breath, she cracked the door. Hey Michael? Instead of an answer, the dress popped through the crack. Way ahead of you my dear. I noticed it on the back of the couch while I was waiting. Grabbing the dress, she pushed his hand back out, closing the door. Astrid rested her forehead against the cool wood blushing. Its coolness helped her burning face. Which felt on fire from embarrassment. She felt stupid for forgetting the dress, then shy for being in just a towel while Michael stood on the other side. Umm Thanks Michael. Ill be out in a bit after I get dressed, and get some make up on. Wont take too long sense I dont like wearing too much. Well, I dont believe you would even need a little Mon Cher. You are breath taking in your natural state just as much as when youre all dolled up His compliment only deepening the blush. Astrid slapped her cheeks sighing, choosing not to respond. Michael snickered moving out to the living again taking a seat. Mr. Whiskers returned, lying on the back of the couch. Michael reached back scratching the top of his head. As the boys waited out in the living room, Astrid did her best to look presentable without taking forever. Simple eye liner, nice ruby red lipstick, and the tiniest amount of blush. Like she had told her sudden date. Loads of make up just wasnt her style. Nor was it actually needed for the young woman. Michaels words werent just a means to flirt, but also just him speaking the truth. Most wouldnt consider themselves beautiful. In Michaels eyes she was perfect, inside and out. After about 30 minutes, his blond beauty finally came out. Okay its not much so I apologize but Im done. Coming around the corner from the hallway. Astrid finished putting in a set of diamond shaped earrings. Her bright blue eyes slowly looked up to Michael. He stared in awe at her, slowly standing up from the couch. Causing a wave of embarrassment to hit her once again. Cheeks flushed; she turned her gaze away from the on-looker. W-What? I told you it wouldnt be a lot... Moving a strand of hair behind her ear. Astrid looked back to him, who was now standing only a few feet away. Green orbs looking her up and down. Here is comes. Those words that for whatever reason have been implanted in a guys mind. A simple and lazy way to compliment a woman. Why do they all think that calling a woman hot. Was good enough to her to just rip off her clothes for them. Well better luck next time shitass. Astrid didnt go through all this work to just take off this damn thing. She got ready to give a snarky comment. But was silenced by his next words. Absolutely perfect Mon Cher. I mean I knew this from the beginning, yet here you are. Stepping closer, but not lifting a finger towards her. His eyes landed on her own. Not for a moment leaving to look back at her body. I never thought Id ever find a creature on this planet that could transcend the word of beautiful. Taking one more step, he out reached a hand. Shall we darling? Cause I simply must share with the world, what they have all looked past. Show them the literal gem that chooses to make their doll world brighter. Astrid held a hand close to her chest. Covering the small amount of skin that the dress showed off. Looking down to his hand then back to his face. Using her other hand to take Michaels. S-sure. Giving it a slight squeeze, following out of the apartment. Both bidding Mr. Whiskers a goodbye. Astrid locked the door behind them before making their way to the elevator. Both staying in complete silence on the way down. Exiting the building moments later, where a black sedan was already waiting. Standing by the back passenger side door was a tall older gentleman. Opening the door, he bowed at them both. Astrid gave Michael a raised eye brow. What? I couldnt simply let such a breath-taking woman be confined to a dirty taxi. Only the best for Mon Cher. Plus, from your dress Im sure you can tell that this is a higher class of party. Walking them forward, he stood to the other side of the door motioning for her to enter. Hesitant at first, Astrid eventually entered. Climbing in taking a seat, as Michael thanked the man and got in the empty spot next to the women. Closing the door, the older male moved across the back of the car and hopped into the driver seat. Adjusting the rearview mirror and nodding to the two occupants seated behind him. Once clear from traffic, the car pulled out from it parked postion. Making its way to their destination of the party. Couple car lengths behind them followed a familiar cruiser. Who did she just get into that car with? Brian looked over to his partner before returning to the road. You dont know? Thats Michael Maplewood. A relatively newer but quickly rising author. Already making the best sellers list, spite only have 2 books out. He came into Miss Astrid''s store the other day. From what I can tell, even with her denying it whenever I ask. It obvious they have formed some sort of relationship sense then. And when exactly did Mr. Applewood? Maplewood sir. Nikki quickly corrected the detective. Sighing he rolled his eyes at her. Whatever wood. When did he come into the store? The younger thought for a minute or two. The Monday after the club... incident. Hold on! You dont think he could of possibly done it? He may be newer on the scene, but he has an almost occult following. Too Many eyes are on him right now, to where he wouldnt even be able to get away with it. That doesnt mean anything Nikki. Famous fuckers get away with shit every day. And besides Im just keeping an open mind here kid. I just find it too coincidental for him to just so happen to show up the day after all that shit happened. Brian interjected to the obvious fan girls simple debate. Yeah, youre right... then what do you suggest we do? Them going on a date doesnt prove anything. Simple, we just do what we have been assigned to do. Follow and keep an eye on Miss Von Rose. If hot shot writer boy tries anything. We will have a possible suspect. Or at least we can get another scum bag off the street. Though not saying it out loud. Scottson had a weird feeling down in his stomach. Something about Mr. Maplewood didnt sit right with him. He would be damned if he didnt find out what it was. Chapter 9: Friendly faces and not so friendly reunions. Overhead streetlights passed above the moving vehicle. Night slowly engulfed the city as it proceeded. Inside was an ever-deepening cloud of silence. The driver not being paid to strike up a conversation. With two passengers having seemingly being hit with a sudden case of mute. Michael sat with his legs crossed, and a hand cupped within the other. His Sight being kept forward, as he watched the women next to him in the review mirror. She played with a handful of her red dress. Astrids gaze moving between her lap and out the window. Not even daring to look up or over to the man beside her. Why was she so nervous? Michael has been so much closer plenty of times before. This time in fact probably being the least in her personal bubble prier. He kept a decent amount of space from the blond for once. No attempts to scoot closer or even to try to hold her hand. Was it because of the extra body in the car? Or was he trying to not be a creep? It was most likely something a lot simpler or even just another way to mess with her. Whatever the real reason, it had Astrid on high alert. So much that the sudden stop of the car made her jump. Eyes darting around the cab with a tighter grip on the fabric against her skin. Finally focusing on the eyes that were fixated on her. Astrid Mon Cher it is okay~. We have simply arrived at our destination. Turning to face his own tinted window. Michael pushed the door open slowly. A flood of lights brighter than any street post they crossed moved into the small space they occupied. A large bright, and white illuminated building stood tall. Two big spotlights lit up the set of couple dozen steps. Leading up to a pair of rotating doors. One long and wide black carpet descended the marble structure. Ending almost perfectly aligned with the back passenger door. Stepping out before turning around offering his hand. The sense of Deja vu hitting hard for the women. How many times had the two of them been in this very situation? Astrid sitting or standing before the male. His hand or arm extended towards her. Each time leading to a new adventure the young blond never thought she would experience. The first and most memorable being the night they murdered that young couple. Finally taking his hand, she stepped out of the vehicle. The towering building appears to be much bigger than previously thought. Holy hell, is this really all for some dead girl? Michael chuckled at her statement. Such a smart girl, yet she still finds amazement in the little things. Nodding as he started his way up the steps. The sound of a car door closing behind them. Astrid looked over their shoulders as the gentleman was already pulling away. Returning her attention to the steps before them. Not wanting to risk tripping and possibly ripping her new dress. Well of course, only the best for my publicist. Case and point them betting so much on me. A new writer with not much under my belt before Partners in Crime series. Some of those out there would think they are crazy and overreact. I see it more as having a sense of theatrics and what sells. This is a celebration of a young woman taken before her time. There is no need to doll that down just cause of meaning of the party. Reaching the rotating doors at top, Michael allowed his date to enter first. Looking at him before pushing the doors to spin. Stepping in as they spun and moved for her to enter. Transporting the blond to an almost completely different environment than what was outside. The dark and still air held a slight chill. Was replaced with bright lights, cozy warm air swirling with the smell of food and the sound of music. Chatter mixed in with the music that now entered her ears. Oh Jeez, and inside even crazier than I imagined. A large ballroom laid at the bottom of a set of steps almost mirrored of the ones outside. Tables spread evenly about the floor. At the other end of where she stood was a circular open space. Several groups of couples and those flying solo danced about the marble. Most dressed to the nines just like the two new arrivals. Several long tables with white cloth and tin metal trays across all of them. This was most likely to be the food creating the aroma she had smelled upon entering. Astrids awe and wonderment quickly faded when her sights landed on a large banner hanging from the ceiling. It depicted A girl who couldnt be anymore older than 23. Her dark hair held up in a bun. She wore a black dress with hints of red sparkles. With black eye liner, which was a bit heavy under her eye lids. Though even with all this more goth inspired ascetics. A large Bright smile was spread across her face. This odd out of place smile wasnt what caught her attention. It was the familiar face and undoubting likeness to a certain someone. Her eyes followed down the long cloth. A name sprawled across the bottom in gold lettering. Harmony Lynn Woodlins. Beautiful name, isnt it? My Husband and I took almost the whole nine months I was pregnant with her to come up with that name. Funny enough it was her older sister who ended up choosing it. Astrid head moved to the sudden appering women besides her. Looking to be somewhere in her mid 50s. Wearing a light blue dress, and what looked to be fox fur around her shoulders. Greying sandy blond hair pulled back into a ponytail hung down over her left shoulder. Astrid Stared at the women not really sure what to say. Quickly being recongized by her, earning a small giggle and blush. My applogize for that dear. Here I am babling to a stranger. Extending her hand out the younger women with a small smile. Names Kathy Woodlins. I was Harmonys mother. And you are? Oh, Hi there. Im sorry for your loss. I cant even imagine having to go through such a thing. Im Astrid. Im here with Michael Maplewood. Im guessing you or Husband is his publicist? Kathys smile slightly lowers at the mention of Michael. Oh, I see. Yeah, my husband represents him I guess. Like as if summoned Michael approaches from behind his date. His hands placed gently on her shoulder. Giving a grin tilting his head, his eyes closed yet somehow looking at them. Ah, Kathy it has been a long time. Opening his eyes slowly, one could almost feel the sparks flying between them both. An unspoken tension flared as neither said another word. Being broken once, an older gentleman joined at Kathys side. Michael my boy! Im glad you were able to make it! Glad you can take a break from such a busy release of your new book. The portly man popped up besides Kathy. A few inches shorter than Michael, with grey pushed back hair. Wearing a traditional tux and blue tie. Obviously being the Husband of Kathy, in turn making him the father of Hallow. It was slightly odd and off-putting for Astrid. Being only a couple feet from her victims parents. Though I wish it could have been under better circumstances. Harmony wasnt around a lot when you were about the house. Always so independent and into her rock music. Im sure you both would have gotten along swimmingly. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Yeah, just like how you thought Kat and him would, I''m sure. Kathys words were low but loud enough for the group to all hear it. Her Husband gave a look to tell her to behave. Returning to the two across from them. Oh? And who is this fine young lady besides you? The publicist motioned towards the younger of the two women. This Richard is my dear friend Astrid. She runs a bookstore that is carrying my new book. We hit it off quite well when we realized we shared some common interest. Michael smiled at the blond. Who in return chuckled rubbing her arm. Dont mind her shyness too much. I did kind of drop this on her last moment. Im surprised I guessed her size right for the dress. Snickering slight which was joined by Richard. Even after 30 years together, I didnt think I''d even get anywhere close with guessing Kathys. Just show that you have a good one on your hands Astrid. Make sure to hold on tight before he slips away. Kathy huffed storming away from the three of them. Whoops looks like I said something wrong. My apologies to you both. My wife is still a bit emotional. Enjoy the party, and it was nice to meet you, Miss Astrid. Bowing his head slightly before going after his distraught wife. Jeez Mike the hell you do to her? Probably the first person Ive ever seen not fawn over you in some way. Looking back up at the banner, Astrids eye widened. Turning around so fast that if not carful she would of send herself flying down the steps before them. Never mind that actually! Taking a quick look around to make sure no one was listening. When were you going to fucking tell me this was for the girl we killed? Or how about even better. The Daughter of your own publicist! And what? Ruin the surprise? Now that is cruel Mon Cher. I dont just pick anyone to slay. I need a good reason and that girl gave me nothing but good ones. All Richard and even Kathy has done for her. Yet she chose to throw it all away. For what? A sorry excuse for love and an even more sorry excuse for a lifestyle. Some would kill for half the things her parents did for her. So, I felt it only fitting for me to kill her for not appreciating all that. Taking hold of her hand the two head off towards the spread of food. Watchful eyes following from near a group of guests. I couldnt catch anything they were possibly talking about. Damn right eye! Use to be great at reading lips. Now I can barely read the newspaper. Where did Nikki go now? Nikki pushed through the crowd with two plates held above her head. Wasnt sure what you liked so got a bit of everything. Brian brows lowered at his partner. What? If we are going to go through all the trouble of sneaking into here. Might as well enjoy the fruits of our efforts. Or in this case, little cocktail sausages. Now waving the plate in his face, which he took with a groan. Damn it kid, we are here to keep an eye on Von Rose. Not to eat fancy fo... Brian was cut off as one was shoved into his mouth. Chewing and swallowing quickly, he raised a hand to protest. hmmm Okay maybe a fancy weenie or two. taking the plate as the female detective smirked smugly. Dont worry old man. Well get you home before 60 minutes is on. With a huff the older eat another sausage. This place is too crowded for Mr. Maplewood to get away with anything. Well watch for a bit, enjoy a bit of an easier night, and make sure she gets home safely once they leave. Nikki took a bite of some good-looking potato salad she had found. Taking the advice of his partner, Brian enjoyed the food. Giving their targets once over. Both filling plates with some food of their own. Really lucky this spread looks great. It almost makes up for all your bullshit tonight. So please for your sake and my sanity no more surprises tonight. Michael simply nodded, popping a cherry tomato into his mouth. mmm, right my dear. No more surprises, and only fun times going forward. Astrid rolled her eyes and was about to voice her doubt. Instead, a gasp and some muttering came from the table near them. The bodies filling the seat all looking towards the two. Well, it was only a matter of time before this happened. Care to accompany me in saying hello to the masses? Yeah, you have fun with that Mike. Id rather tell Kathy how Hallow died. Michael shrugged and nodded. Dont go too far then Mon Cher I shall return shortly. Waving him off, the blond kept eating. Watching Michael approach, the group of obvious fans. Shaking their hands and signing napkins. The women of the group giggling before shooting glares at Astrid. She just rolled her eyes and let the big shot have his moment. Yeah, fuck that. Now where were those finger sandwiches? Spotting the tray holding them. One laid on it begging to be claimed by the women. Come to momma~. reaching out to grab it, only to be beaten by another hand. Astrid sighed in disappointment of her lost sandwich. Sorry were you going for this one? Yes, but you got there first so dont worry about it. Looking up, coming face to face with the victor of their unofficial race. A woman roughly around her height. Shoulder length curled almost black hair, and a small scar across her lip. She wore a purple dress about knee length. The emerald eyes of a doll shade compared to Michaels gave a relaxed look. Meeting with Astrids, just smiling and not saying a word. Ummm, I''ll just wait for them to bring out more. So really all yours Miss. The strong silence from the other women continued. So, enjoy the sandwich and the party. I need to get back to my date. With a small wave and awkward chuckle. Astrid turned around only to bump into someones chest. Oh, sorry didnt see where I was going. Looking up to yet another pair of green eyes. These ones looking familiar giving her a sense of comfort from the weird situation. Oh, hey Mike all done with your fan girls? He prefers to go by Michael dear. Astrid looked back over her shoulder. The women before stood now right being her. She then looked back to Michael, whose eyes now had left Astrids and were met with the strangers. Long time no see Mr. Maplewood. That it has been Katharine. Rolling her eyes in response shaking her head. It might have been a few months, but you should remember I go by Kat. Astrid looked between the two seemingly old acquaintances. You know her Mike? His eyes didnt look back to her. Oh, just a ghost from my past darling. The women now known as Kat snickered. Dont lie to the poor girl. I am much more than just a ghost from your past. All the time spent together was nothing but magical. Paris, Berlin, Tokyo. Kat sighed smiling as she cupped her cheek. What is she talking about Michael? He looked down for a moment to meet her gaze. Not having any time to answer before the dark-haired women did so for him. Did Michael not tell you of me? holding out her hand towards Astrid. Cat gave a closed eye smile with her head tilted slightly. Kat Woodlins. A small pause occurred before she continued. I am Michaels dear beloved fianc~ Chapter 10: It Takes two to Tango. (Season 1 Finally) I am Michaels dear beloved fianc~Those words rang and took their refuge in Astrids mind. Marinating and causing the waves of memories yet forgotten to take hold. Dread, uneasiness, pain, regret, and the wanting to run mixed and solidified. This couldnt happen again... could it? In such a short time frame for the sequel to the tragedy that was the Blond''s love life. Wait... Love? When did that wasted emotion come into play? Didnt she learn anything from Dean? Men were horrible and single-minded creatures. All they wanted was what they needed. Once achieved the poor soul used to get that need was thrown to the wolves. To be used and used again till they died. Why would this man be any different? Behind his smooth words and promises of devotion was just another beast. Figured much... Astrid whispered in a low tone. There was no fight left in Astrid. She wasnt going to use any energy to try and falsify this claim. Her head hung low as the decision between running or slapping them both was mauled over. Yet, why were any of these be an option? Why should she be surprised or even care. He meant nothing to her just as much as she knew she didnt to him. At least this is what she wanted to feel and think. This wasnt the case and she hated to admit it. Pain and sorrow like this were not derived from nothing. Something had taken root and begun to bloom from the cracks left from past mistakes. She fell for the tricks hook line and sinker. It was obvious from the moment that they spent in silence before doing away with Hollow. In that moment she unknowingly gave her heart to the killer turned writer. Not that anything could come of it now. Michael was engaged and Astrid was used once again. Only she wasnt going to be discarded like table scraps. She wouldnt shut herself in the apartment again. She wasnt going to cry herself to sleep, and she wasnt sure as hell going to blame herself. Not tonight or ever again was she going to let herself sink. Astrid would raise her head high and thank the heavens she was free before this had a chance to grow. She was going to stuff her purse full of food without a care. Return to the only real man she needed in her life... Even if he was a cat. Then she would move forward and forget the almost mistake that was Michael Maplewood. Only for her plan to be stopped in its tracks. For Michael moved and stood between both women. Arm extended out before Astrid, as if to protect her from any possible out lash from Kat. Cause he knew all too well what she was capable of. Especially after what would leave his lips. Fianc? Michael chuckled out. Pressing his thumb and pointer of his other hand against the rim of his glasses. Holding them in place as now his head hung down. Moving side to side as continuous snickering and clicking of his tongue. Kathrine Kathrine.... Kathrine~. lifting his head, letting his glass hang on the bridge of his nose. Letting both arms fall and move behind his back. You call you following your father and I around on a book tour nothing but magical? Whats magical about a woman acting like horned up schoolgirl? Now I dont judge others for what they might like and who they wish to tie the knot with. But I can assure you one thing my dear. Michael stepped forward leaning into the attempted third wheels ear. I prefer a woman, not an obsessed daddys girl. Who cant even begin to understand what it means to be a proper adult. ~ Stepping back to stand next to his date once more. Hand placing itself on her hip, to bring against his own. Now excuse me Kathrine, for I do believe the sandwiches Astrid was wanting has been replenished. Astrid Looked to Michael blushing at his action. Not uttering a word as they began to walk past the brunet. Stopping beside her directing his eyes towards but not fulling turning to address. Kathrine stood facing straight ahead eyes still close and smile still being worn. And our deepest empathy for the loss of your beloved sister. Why Thank you Michael and it was a pleasure as always. Michael and Astrid continued to the aforementioned finger food. Kathrines smile dropped and teeth grinded. Eyes half opening to reveal flames of rage. Her fist clenched smashing the stolen sandwich. Storming off pushing past the previous guest who had gawked at Michael. Dropping the ball of bread, cheese, and meat into the wine glass of one of the females who was part of the group. She had attended to tell Kathrine off for the rude act. Only stopping at the sight of the visible anger. Choosing not to speak or even move as if dealing with a viper ready to strike. Kathrine would then disappear into the crowd gathered by the dance floor. Mi... Michael? Astrid stared at the man beside her. His eye moved over the selection on their shining silver platters. Eventually settling on a bacon wrapped chestnut. Popping the piece of pork and veggie into his mouth. Finally moving his attention to Astrid. He didnt speak a word, yet only gave a raised eyebrow. She would turn away blushing more from embracement. So that woman? She''s not actually your? My fianc? The words exited from his lips with a sense of teasing behind them. The women would jump slightly. Not answering but instead swiping a sandwich stuffing it into her mouth. Aww Poor Mon Cher. ~ Was someone possibly. Lean down into her ear as she was turned away. Jealous and scared that they lost me? ~ A shiver ran up the young woman back as his breath brushed past her ear. Jumping to the side a few inches to space themselves. Damnit Michael! First off... Personal space! Second off, I was not and would never be jealous of another women! Besides I already told you there was nothing between her and I. So, you have nothing to worry about. ~ Exactly! I have nothing to worry... I wasnt worried! Astrid hands flew up smacking the plate from someone. Have realized what she had done. Astrid turned around to the victim. Oh my god! I''m so sorry, I didnt mean... Nikki? Before the now confused blond stood her Employee. Whose eyes darted around the room. One hand holding a shrimp near her mouth, and the other opened looking to be the one that was holding her plate. That was now on the ground along with the rest of her seafood treat. Hi Miss Astrid... Um what a coincidence running into you here. Completely a coincidence and nothing else! Nervously chuckling, trying to locate Brian who had run off to the restroom. Quickly tossing the tiny crustacean into her mouth. Swallowing a bit too quick and having to grab a glass from the table beside them. She coughed for a few moments before catching her breath finally. Astrid rushed to her side, gently patting the others back. Jeez Nikki, slow down and chew your food. Responding with a thumbs up once she stood back up. You okay now? After Nikki had nodded, Astrid spoke again. Now, what are you doing here? Do you know the family or something? No no no, um I um.. Shes with me Miss Von Ross. Detective Scotson? You know each other? As the line of questions started. The two males met eyes and started a wordless stare down. Michael smiled and looked at Brian up and down. While the others never left the youngers face. The feeling of uneasiness about the writer was only growing. Brian had dealt with the lowest of the low. Murderers, thieves, corrupt politicians, and human traffickers. Yet, something in Michaels eyes screamed that he was way worse. They were both dead and yet also bright. Like he had his demons like everyone else. But the big difference was that it seemed he was his own demon. And that was perfectly fine with him. Both women noticed the interaction before deciding to ignore them. Um yeah, you see Brian here is actually... Um my uncle! Yeah, and as you must know hes a cop. He had to provide security for tonight. And you know me, I need to get out more. So, he thought this was the perfect excuse to get out of the house. Astrid looked between them both. Shrugging eventually, thinking nothing of it. What a small world. Dont know if your uncle told you or not. He has been covering my case from that one night. Acting in complete surprise at this fact. Wow, must really be a small world. He hadnt told me, but dont think he knew I worked for you. You know, married to the job and all. Astrid nodded and giggled. But now my question for you boss. A sly grin crossed her lips. Astrid galped getting ready for the question that she knew was coming. How''s your date going? ~ Yes, how is our date going? ~ Michael was now ear level with Astrid. Blushing once more before pushing his face away from her own. Never said this was a date Mike. Though... if I was to call this a date. I dont think meeting a crazy ex of yours is a good impression. Nikki looked at them both with a raised eyebrow. Astrid Smiled in victory, or so she thought was one. Like I said Mon Cher. Kathrine isnt or will ever be an ex. Which if I recalled. ~ You seemed quite down when you thought she was my fianc. As quickly as the feeling of victory came. So did the crushing defeat once again. Brian would step towards the couple. Stepping between them both, giving Michael a cold stare. Okay there pal, you''re getting a little close there. Youre obviously making miss Von Rose uncomfortable. Michael smirked moving in close to the other male. Inches separating them from being almost nose to nose. Looking the older of the two up and down. Once eyebrow raised one going back to Brians bad eye. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Oh! I see the misunderstanding here. Well, I can at least see that you cant see the best. Such a nasty scar you got there Uncle Scottson~ The men stayed eye to eye for several seconds. Neither making any kind of movement. Oh this old thing? I barely even notice anymore. The punk who gave it to me was pretty weak. Though shouldnt expect much from a piece of trash like him. Astrid knew she had to step in soon. These two would definitely kill one another at this rate. Going to move between them like Brian had just second before. She was stopped in her tracks once a voice came over the loudspeakers. Both of the ladies turned to the small stage setup next to the dance floor. Richard, Kathy, and Kat all stood next to one another. The Woodlins patriarch Stood before a microphone. Looking over the crowd before clearing his throat. Friends, family, and loved ones! On behalf of our darling Harmony. My Wife and I would like to thank you all for those who have made it out here tonight. The loss of our baby has stricken us like no other. But it warms our hearts to see you all here. We are here to celebrate her life and what she meant to us. She may not be with us physically. Yet she is here with us in our hearts and memories. The audience clapped for a minute or two. Richard raised his hands to calm the crowd once more. Going through this is something no parent should ever have to. We are grateful to still have our lovely Kathrine. Not everyone is as lucky to have two wonderful children. It is for this reason we want to do everything in our power help prevent this for any poor soul. So, with a great idea given to me by Kathy. We will be starting a foundation. Rightly named the Harmony Woodlins foundation. All proceeds with go out help fund programs to help keep children and young adults off the streets. The Crowd burst into applause once more. Dying down once more after arose hand by Mr. Woodlins. Now I would like you all to join me in giving a hand to our first donator to this great cause. This Man is becoming one of my companies biggest success stories. Now with two bestselling books under his belt. As well as becoming a very close friend of the family. Mr. Michael Maplewood! With his generous donation of Ten thousand dollars! Michael stood up straight as his name was called. His hand finding Astrids waist once more. Excuse me Nikki and my dear detective. For I do believe my date and I have been called to the stage. Astrid looked to Michael with widened eyes. Shaking her head in protest for she didnt do well being the front and center of attention. Of course that didnt stop her date from dragging her away from the pair. Sorry Nikki! If I dont see you later in the night, then see you at work Monday! Astrid yelled back before they both made their way through the clapping party guest. Nikki Just waved and nodded. Mind telling me what that was, dear uncle? Nikki looked at her fellow detective. Brian huffed in frustration, turning back to the food. Nothing kid... Like I said something about that guy I dont like. Sighing at his usual stoic response to things. She just turned back to the stage watching the couple approach the stage. Climbing up the steps and joining at Richards side. Michael bowed slightly at the crowd and shook his hand. Nodding at the two Woodlins women. Kathy ignored his greetings rolling her eyes. Kat of course waved gingerly. Looking over to Astrid with a smirk before looking back to the audience. The blond just waved at them both. Staying close to Michaels side but not too close. Richard then returned to the mic patting Michael shoulder. A little fact about my boy here. He isnt just a great writer but plays some made piano. Behind a curtain two waiters rolled out a large black piano. Michael looked at the instrument then went back to his publicist. Putting up his hands waving them. Oh, dont be rude Mike! Patting his back once more and extended his arm to everyone. Do you want to disappoint so many of your fans? Sighing in defeat rolling his eyes with a smile. Okay Dick... I mean Richard. A small wave of laughter went over the crowd. I guess a song or two wouldnt hurt. Turning to the young blond besides him. Wait right here Mon Cher. Once I''m done entraining these folks. I would very much like to get in a dance. ~ He took her hand kissing it before going off to take his throne. Michaels fingers slowly glided over the ivory keys. His face wearing a sense of peace. His smile was gentle and like nothing seen on the man. Astrid became transfixed on that smile. It was like looking at a completely different man. Being so lost in her focus she didnt notice Kat had moved next to her. Has he ever played in front of you? Kat whispered into Astrid''s ear. Jumping back to her senses as the breath. Finally tearing her eyes away from the surprise musician. No this would be the first. Astrid quickly went back to Michael with her gaze. It was already obvious that this chick was deranged. Im guessing you are going to tell me that you have? Oh yes many of times. ~ he would play almost every time he would visit the house. I''m surprised that his newest pet hasnt had the pleasure. A sly smirk crossing the oldest Woodlins daughters lips. Being called Michaels pet struck a nerve with the blond. This crazy bitch really thought she had a leg up just because shes heard him play. Well, guess he just didnt have any time to when I had dinner at his house the other week. Astrid''s eyes stayed on Michael as her own smirk revealed itself. Kats face was calm as she was now focused on Michael. Her own smirk not dropping even for a moment. Well, Im sure it was hard to do so. Probably wanted to save any energy you both had for when you killed my idiot sister and her loser boyfriend. Astrid''s smirked left almost right away. Started shaking as she slowly turned to the other female. Kat just kept looking straight ahead. I mean it only make sense that you two were the ones to do so. The way their corpses were displayed. The note left behind with the slight jab at that detective that snuck in. Astrid''s eye darted to Nikki and Brian who still stood near the food tables. Eyes going right back to Kat who was now looking back. But dont worry my dear. I wouldnt dare to tell a soul about any of this. Wouldnt want poor Michael to be drugged down with you. So, for now I''ll just sit and watch till you finally slip up. Then I will take my rightful place at his side. Taking a step away from the women who knew of her crimes. Backing away slowly towards the edge of the stage. Ready to turn and run as fast and as far as Astrid''s legs could carry her. About to turn before finally music started to play from the other side of them. Michaels fingers finally hit the first note and off they went. Moving about the keys with precision and grace. For whatever reason the tension in the womens body eased. Melting away as the notes followed from the giant black beast. There was something in the song that resonated in her. It was upbeat but had some sadness behind it. It was chaotic yet well put together and seemed so natural. Astrids smile returned before letting out a small snicker. Earning a raised eyebrow from Kat. Who cares if you know what we did. Mike.... Michael has shown me a world I never knew possible. He has shown me the wonders of living actually free. Turning her attention to the other female. The blonds head tilt and gave a smile that could rival the man himself. And I know these threats are not because you''re better than me. Its because youre afraid and jealous of what we have. You spent years like a lost puppy trying to get his attention. Where it only took one look at me to have it. Looking back to as the final key rung out. The crowd that once stood silent listening broke into clapping and applause. Michael stood from his seat and bowed. Without even another word to the Kat, the blond approached the man. Taking ahold of his hand, smiling up at him. It caught him off guard for only a moment. Before he returned the smile tenfold. Getting up to her tippy toes she whispered into his ear. I think that is enough excitement for me tonight. Mind being a gentleman and take me home? Michael simply nodded as they made their exit. Going out through the back so not to be bothered with goodbyes. Only two other people noticed their departure. Nikki who smiled wickedly. Then Kat who wore a fake smile as people surrounded her Family. Did you enjoy yourself Mon Cher? ~ Nodding in response before unexpectedly resting her head on his shoulder. Alot more than I thought I would of. Lifting her head before punching his arm. And when were you going to tell me you could play like that shitass? Michael rolled his eyes as they continued their walk in silence. Enjoying the slightly longer journey due to not having the scoffer. Once making it to the front door of Astrids apartment. Michael took and kissed her hand gently. Well thank you for joining me on this fair night. As he turned to make his own way home. He was stopped by the blond hand grabbing his jacket sleeve. But the nights not over yet man of many talents. I still owe you that dance you wanted. But its a little chilly. So~ want to come up for a bit? Michael, surprised at the sudden invite, didnt want to waste it. Sounds lovely darling. The two made their way up to the home of the bookstore owner. Well, unfortunately I dont have a piano. But I do got blue tooth speakers and Spotify. Thinking for a few seconds before shrugging. Not needed Mon Cher. For I do believe the best music is one made together and from the heart~ Now Standing in the middle of the living room. Michael offered his hand to Astrid. Who of course took happily as she had done so many times before. The two started to slowly dance about the room. Looking into each other''s eyes just like they had done so many weeks ago in that SUV. Not a word being spoken, not that any was needed. Suddenly Michael chose to dip Astrid down. Getting a small squeak from the female. Causing her to blush and look away. Giving her dance partner a smile. Hey, what''s that out there? Astrid pointed to the window, which without a second thought made Michael look. With the opening presented to her. The blond quickly kissed the mans cheek. Looking back with a sly smirk, he rolled his eyes. They both began to laugh as he brought them back up. Both jumping as something brushed between their legs. Looking down to see Mr. Whiskers. Who just looked back and meowed at them. Both Chuckled once more. Returning to each others gaze. Something had grown between them just as Astrid had thought. Was it love? Neither of them could really say. But as they both leaned in slowly. Mere inches apart from finally touching lips. They knew one thing for sure. Whatever this was... It was going to be the death of them. And they wouldnt want it any other way. End of Season 1 Season 2 Chapter 1: One is the loneliest number. A single book laid upon the aged wood that made up the floor of this bookstore. Its brothers and sisters up towering above the fallen comrade. Descended down from its home to a cold living below. Forgotten and fallen prey to gravity, a fate worse than death. Oh, how to be cast aside to live a life alone. Will you ever return to where you belong? Will you be met with open arms or return to this cruel existence. Michael, who are you talking to? The worried look from the employee fell upon the writer. Finally, kneeling down to retrieve the lone piece of literature. Standing back up, but not fully. For a small slump adorned Michaels back. Oh Nikki, I do apologies for I was deep in thought. Seeing this poor thing also left to be alone in this word. The brunette sighed at him and approached. Placing a caring hand on his shoulder before grabbing the book. Its okay Michael, I know you miss her. I miss her as well, but there is nothing that could have been done. She had to make the trip over the bridge eventually. His head hung low, but he begrudgingly nodded in agreement. The women smiled gently before putting the book back on the shelf. You will see her again, we both know this. Michael looked up and gave a small smile. Thank you, Nikki. Michael looked around at the books. A sad expression still very visible in his eyes. Being here will be just a constant reminder of her being gone. But she entrusted me with her life''s work. I will make her proud and keep helping her dream flourish. Nikki nodded, patting his back, before returning to her post manning the register. Michael himself walking down the aisle, his hands brushing along the books. Making his way back to the office that belonged to his beloved. Books covering almost every inch of the desk where she sat. Astrid was always well organized in most cases. But when it came to books, she was a mess. Finishing a book and being too quick to grab a new one before even returning, the just read of the two. Taking a seat at a chair that should have been retired way before any of them were born. The old soul that hid deep down inside Astrid was on full display. The fermentation piece of furniture creaked under him as he sat. Smirking and shaking his head at the piles of paper and binders before him. His eyes moving to a framed picture, showing the lovers. They both sat smiling at the camera. Astrid Sat in Michael Lap, while in front of a fire. They had gone on a camping trip with some of Astrids friends. Only being slightly awkward with both Jan and Jacob being there as well. They didnt have a clue they were spending the weekend with the very man that traumatized them both. Any, odd feeling toward Michael were quickly dashed. With his years of experience covering the truth about his nightly escapades. Michael was quick to win everyone over. A ringing of his cell, brought the man out of his trip down memory lane. Looking at the screen of his smart phone, with the name Richard flashing. Taking a slight breath before answering the call. This is Michael Maplewood here. Michael my boy! Its Richard here. I just wanted to give you a call to inform you of a small business trip. At the end of the week, I need you to fly out to Paris. In two days from now, a large distribution firm whose owner is a friend of the family would like to get your books across sea! He would like to meet with us both and discuss terms. Without continuing, Michael finally chimed in. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. I cant Richard. You know Im in charge of the Astrids store now Michael, its been over 2 weeks now. You cant just put your career on hold cause of this. I know you care for her, but the store wont go up in flames without you there. Plus, theres that employee that works there, right? Im sure the young thing can run the place perfectly fine. Michael leaned back in the chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose. How could Richard ever understand what he was going through? His loving wife is right there with him. The one dear to him is an arm''s length away. Im sorry but I just cant right now. I need to be here and thats final Richard. See if they are able to do a video call or something. Not waiting for a response, Michael hung up the phone. As he did, the ringing of the front door sounded. Getting up from his leaned back position, he made his way to the front. His head hung low and in a low energized voice. Welcome to Adventures in Store. If you need anything, please feel free to ask. Well how about you start by not looking so sad shit ass. Youre going to scare off customers. If this is how you were going to be then I wouldnt of left the store in your care. The sweet yet sassy tone made Michaels head shoot up. Standing with a large pink suitcase, was a lightly sun kissed Astrid. She removed her yellow sunhat, giving a bright smile. Suprise! Thought Id come home a bit early. Not another word was spoken as Michael had rushed over to her. Picking up with ease before spinning them around. hey hey, careful now! Jeez Mike, acting like I just came back from the dead. Astrid chuckled, gently hitting her lovers shoulders. Once he finally released her from his bear hug. The blonde sighed looking up at him. Maybe I should go to my parents more often if this is what Im getting once Im back. The sudden commotion caught the attention of Nikki who was putting some books away. Welcome back Miss Astrid! Thought you were going to be gone till next Monday? That was the plan, but there is only so much I can take of my folks. Plus wanted to make sure this place was still standing. Nikki giggled joining the other two by the front door. Oh yes! We''ve taken great care of the store. Other than Mr. Sad-sap here mopping around the joint. To say he missed you was an understatement. Astrid smirked and looked at Michael. Aww poor baby, been a sad puppy without me here? Michael simply rolled his eyes playfully. Oh, just admit you came back early, because you missed me as well Mon Cher.~ Astrid blushed but kept smiling, as she punched him in the shoulder. Well just agree to disagree Mike. They smiled at one another, without a word being spoken. Nikki looked between them both and smiled. Letting the two lovebirds enjoy their reunion, she returned to the job at hand. Well whoever missed the other one more doesnt matter. Welcome back darling, and this is actually perfect! Why thank you Mike, I know I am. Michael rolled his eyes at her comment. He broke his phone out of his pocket. Astrid tilted her head and wasnt sure what his phone had to do with being perfect. Raising a finger at her puzzled look as he made a call. After a few seconds of ringing someone finally picked up. Richard? Its Michael. Change of plans! I will make that trip to talk with the fellow. On one condition! Looking over at Astrid who was still confused. Im going to need an extra ticket for a guest. A few moment of silence went by as Michael just nodded. Eventually hanging up the phone. Hope you are not too tired from your trip. ~ Why.... Astrid asked afraid of the answer she was going to receive. Cause Mon Cher~~ We leave for Paris in two days! Chapter 2: Love to gate A13 (S2) Astrid dear! Are you ready yet? The car Richard called for us should be here soon! Michael stood by the front door of the house. Astrid had all but moved in before going on her trip to her parents. Though many said a couple months was not enough time to be living together. The deranged couple was anything but normal and kept to dating standards. After the ball, the two became almost inseparable. Most nights being spent at one or the others home. Michael felt it kind of silly sense his home had more than enough room for the three of them. The third of course being Mr. Whiskers, who welcomed the larger area to explore. Finding himself fancying the writer''s personal library. In fact, most family time was spent there. Michael writing, Astrid enjoying the extensive catalog, and the feline laying onto of a stack of novels. Jeez Mike, we have plenty of time! Dont get your ponytail in a twist. The sound of shoes clicking down the wood steps that lead to the upstairs section. Astrid''s bobbed hair bounced with every step down. A light shining in from a small window above the door lit up her now pink hair. After two weeks of her passive aggressive parents'' comments of her life choice. Astrid felt a new off color was the perfect way to rebel. Im happy for you sense of originality darling, but your hair was such a beautiful blonde. Michael approached his love, running his fingers gently through the pink locks. The once blonde rolled her eyes, taking ahold of his hand. Whine and gripe all you want Mike, but~ Kissing the top of his hand in the same way he had done to her many times before. I know that wont keep your eyes off me. Pulling their hands towards him, Michael did the same. You have me there Mon Cher. I couldnt tear my eyes away even if I was blind as a bat. The two of them smiled at one another. Their eyes piercing one another, practically swirling into a mixture of blue and green. The distance closed between them, only to be interrupted by a horn outside. Michael Sighed smirking at the door. The one time a car is on time. Astrid giggled standing on her tippy toes, to help plant a small kiss on his cheek. There will be plenty of time for moments together once in the city of love. Michael turning back to his partner nodded in agreement. Placing his own smooch on her forehead before grabbing their bags. Astrid opened the door for them and allowed him to head out first. Okay Mr. W, were off! Aunty Nikki will be by to feed you later! closing the door and locking it. Joining Michael at the car, they both were greeted by a familiar stoic man. The very man that drove them to the ball. Now formally known as Jackson, who had been driving for Woodlin''s for years. Surprisingly to most who got to know him better. The straight-faced man was quite the jokester if you left yourself open to attack. Hey, there Jackson! It has been a while sense you last drove for us. Whats up? Evening Miss Astrid. The sky and clouds seem to be on the up and up. Yes, he was a jokester... but never said a good one. Astrid gave a pity laugh and nodded. Right, you are J man! Michael not wanting to be drawn into the same trap. Just nodded to the other male, taking the bags to the truck. Jackson returned the nod, opening the back passenger side door. Astrid smiled, stepping into the back seat. Closing the trunk, circling around to the opposite side letting himself in. Michael took his seat next the women that held his heart. Without a thought their fingers interlocked. The driver closed Astrids door, heading to the drivers seat. Then off they went to catch their flight. The difference between this ride and their first with Jackson was night and day. There was no tension between the two in the back. Jackson was still very stoic, but it was a happy stoic that only those close to him would notice. Windows were down, and the warm gentle breeze filled the vehicle. Astrids and Michael hair blowing ever so slightly. His thumb running over her knuckles. The ride being mostly spent in silence, only being filled with the sounds of the city passing by. Birds chirping, citizens in conversation, and other cars beeping at one another. 30 minutes of silence and background noise before they made their arrival. Pulling up to the unloading for their airlines. Exiting the car with the help of their faithful driver. They bid him farewell, heading inside to grab their tickets. Finding the gate easily and getting on their flight moments later. Michael chose to read a book, while Astrid slept almost the whole ride. Even being thousands of feet into the air. The slight bumps and feeling on the plane was very calming to the pink haired women. Resting her hand on his shoulder, and arm wrapped around his. Which rested on the shared armrest between them. As the plane finally touched down 8 hours later. The sudden jolt was enough to wake the sleeping beauty. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Welcome back to the world of the living love. As well as welcome to Paris. The women sat up, looking out their small window. Her eyes widened at the view even from the plane. The towering building off in the distance stood. Beautiful, isnt it? First time Mon Cher? Unfortunately, yeah. Not that I never had the means to go. Just a reason never came up to go. Turning back to him she smiled wide and bright. Couldnt think of a better reason than to be here with you shitass. Michael smiled and gave a small chuckle. Slowly those on board the plane disembarked. From getting off the plane, to getting through customs, then finally getting their bags. It was all an easy trip to France for the pair. A picture-perfect movie-esk trip from start to finish. All the way up to where they stood now. The sweat falling down both their foreheads were almost comically large. What the hell were they looking at right now. Michael my boy! Welcome to Paris you two! The loud short man stood waving at the couple. His ever so thrilled wife and daughter giving him a side eye. Astrid smiled waving back but with a thrilled chuckle of her own. Mike, what are those two doing here? Michael leaned over with an irritated smirk. I wish I could tell you dear. I was expecting Richard but not twiddle Dee, and twiddle psychopath. Grabbing their bags, they approached the.... happy family. Richard! You didnt have to come to pick us up. We could easily have met you at the hotel. Michael turned to the two Woodlins women. Kathy, Kathrine it''s always a pleasure to see you both. Kathy, still not being the biggest fan of Michael just gave a simple. Right... Kat in her usual manner had moved mer inches away from Michael. Aww did someone miss me?~ The writer took a step back, as the space was filled by Astrid. Kat! Long time no see! See you grew out your hair? Kat had decided to grow it out to match closer to Astrid. Her being a little less than thrilled at unknown change. And I see that you cut and colored yours. Yup, the longer length was getting kind of boring. Felt too much like its what every other chick is doing. Though it looks great on you! Astrid smirked tilting her head. Kat smiled back and tilted her head to the opposite side. Why thank you Astrid dear. So glad you could join us on this trip. Michael approached placing his hand on Astrids shoulder. Like wise, though Richard didnt mention you both would be joining us. Yes, my apologize my boy. I owed these two a vacation. So thought I''d kill two birds with one stone. Motioning everyone to the exit where a limo waited for the party. Now onward cause Im sure you both are tired and would like to get to your room to rest. The first thing to come out of the older males mouth that everyone actually agreed upon. The drive to the hotel being short and quiet. Everyone almost sprinting to their rooms to escape from one another. Leaving poor Richard in the lobby by himself. They must of all been more tired then I thought. Shrugging before heading off to hotel bar for a nice drink before dinner. Michael and Astrid now settled in their rooms. Laid on the king-sized bed covered in sheets almost as soft as clouds. Well so much for alone time huh? Michael sighed sitting up on the edge of the bed. Oh Im sure we will find time. Or can at least make time for us. Astrid sat up moving, putting her arms around his neck. Her head rested on his shoulder with a smile. I wouldnt want anything more. Chapter 3: On the Home Front (S2) Yes Astrid, I promise you that whiskers is okay. Hes been fed and was taking nap on some papers on the desk in the library. Nikki had just finished up her cat sitting duties for the morning. Closing the door to Astrids and Michaels home. It wasnt the easiest task to handle not just the store by herself but also kept up with the piling stack of reports at police head quarters. Now adding on cat sitting, though easy with how well behaved the feline tends to be. Sure, she had to get up even earlier than she would like. It was nice to needed for more than picking up the bar tab after every patrol. The rookie detective didnt mind all too much. Brian was a good partner and mentor. She wouldnt been even close to as good of an officer without his guidance. As she took a step out at the cross walk near the home, a car pulled to a squealing holt in front of her. Holy FU!... The car door opening cut the women off mid profanity. Save the potty talk for later kid. We got another victim just like the Woodlins girl. No no im fine Astrid, just tripped on the sidewalk. Ill talk to you later!. Hanging up the phone, Nikki hopped into the passenger''s seat. Flicking on the old red and blue the old car sped off. But sir that would mean that Michael couldnt have been the killer. Astrid and him have been in Paris for the past couple days. Unless you think this might just be a copycat killer. Sirens blaring, as they weaved in and out of the dense morning traffic. From what I''ve been told so far, it''s almost completely identical to the scene before. Almost too identical, and thats what worries me. Either the perp is mocking us, or hes inspired some other psyco to follow in their footsteps. If the latter, then original killer could just drop off the face of the planet. We wouldnt be the wiser to it unfortunately. Not enough evidence was left at the first one to pin anyone. Nikki sat and thought over everything. It would be tricky to outright prove if its a fake or the real deal. Pulling up to the scene of the crime, a sense of DeJa''Vu washed over her. Getting out of the car slowly, the familiar ally from months ago stood before them. You werent kidding sir. Its like a glitch in the matrix happened. A what in the what? Nikki shouldnt of realized the movie reference would of been lost on her senior. Umm nothing sir dont worry about it. Just some of that how''d you say? Weird youth nerd shit. The younger smiled at Scottson, as he just rolled his eyes and nodded. The pair then took an all too familiar walk to a dumpster. Looking at an almost all too familiar body holding a severed head. Though what was not too familiar was the intact skin still attached. All that adored the full corpse a single bullet wound dead center between the poor womens eyes. Well, thats different and... tilting over the edge to look closer. Its two women this time, which I guess doesnt necessarily make too much of a difference. If its the same bastard, then no. Men, women, young, or old. No one is safe once theyve decided on what poor soul is next. Helping Nikki back to her feet, Brian leaned against the dumpster. What bothers me here, is the lack of showmanship. The presentation of the bodies is lack of a better word.... Boring. The number of victims and the position of the bodies are dead on. But no letter, no showy display of the bodies. Its just cookie cutter and thats it. Scottson wasnt wrong again there. Compared to the 1st murder. This one just seemed to be lazy in nature. Brian started his way back to the car, Nikki hot on his heels. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Got an idea sir? Its nothing concrete, but I got a guy we can shake for possible info. He knows these streets better than anyone I know. Nikkis confusion was heightened. Who could possibly be that knowledgeable. Enough so for the older detective to actually trust outside of the station. Is it the chief? Dont tell its Mel from bar? I know you like how he makes your jack on the rocks but. No its not anyone you know and to be honest I wish I didnt know him either. Nikki stayed silent hoping he would catch the hint to tell her the identity of this man. Sighing before he spoke again. He swung around to the driver side of the car with a look of dismay. Hes my.... Brother! Scottson and Nikki stood in a rundown bar on the other side of the city. A Lacky man approaching them with arms stretched wide. Taking the male detective in a bear hug. Nikki looking in amazement that someone could actually hug Brian and live. Damn it Stanley, put me the fuck down. If you want a hug so damn bad, then maybe visit Ma once and a while. The man now known as Stanley lowered his brother to the ground. He stood a good couple inches above even Brian. I aint got time for brotherly bounding. Not now or ever so can we get to the main reason I''m here. You want to see if I know anything about the murder down town? And how it might possibly resemble a certain murder of that rich brat? Nikkis eyes widened even more. When Scottson said his brother knew the city better than anyone. But then the question arise. What did he do for a day job to know these things. Umm sorry to butt into the reunion but.... How did you know all of that? The younger women of the tri questioned. Lets just say its my job to know these things. Seemed the ability to explain things poorly was a family trait. Looking to her partner for more answers. Brian leaned over to her. Hes a nosy asshole. Wow not even the decency to insult me to my own face. Stanley waved off his brother before handing his card to Nikki. I am a reporter for the local news paper. Not just that but the best reporter this damn city has ever seen. Self-proclaimed best reporter. Brian added in which just earned a scowl from the other Scottson. I excuse his rudeness Mr. Stanley. You can just call me Stan. And no need to apologize for Brian. I think he just still hates the fact that Im Mas favorite. These two were like night and day. It was crazy to think these two were blood related. Also to answer your previous question oh brother of mine. I dont know jack... yet. Stanley flashed a set of pearly whites. Give me a couple days and maybe an exclusive interview when you catch the creep. Then maybe, just maybe Ill have something for the boys. looking to Nikki with a smirk and a wink. and ladies in blue. No promises on the interview but how about you are the first to know when we caught them. Brian held out his hand to his brother. Stanley quickly grabbed shaking vigorously. Only before Brain pulled him close. But not a word to anyone else got it? Jeez I promise to keep my mouth shut B-Rye. Anything for my big bro. For the final surprise of the day. The taller man was the younger brother. The brother shook before the two detectives left. So what now sir? We wait, and keep me updated on the two love birds. Mr. Maplewood isnt off the hook yet. Nikki nodded and the two were off. The store was already late to open as it was. She really couldnt keep an eye on them if she lost her undercover job. Chapter 4: The Beast of Gevaudan (S2) Nikki? Are you alright? Astrid Stood up from their hotel room bed. Michael peaked around from inside the bathroom. Currently tying his bowtie with a raised eye brow. Astrid let go of a held breath and nodded. Okay, thats good... oh umm bye? pulling the phone from her ear with a look of confession matching Michaels. Is everything alright with Nicolette? I think? That or she just got ran over and didnt want to tell me. The lovers looked at one another and shrugged. Nikki being jumpy or clumsy wasnt something new. Probably tripped on her own shoelaces. Michael returned to getting ready for the meeting set today with the French publisher that Richard knew. You sure I cant just go with you to meet this dude? Im going to be left alone in the city of love... Without my fucking boyfriend! How sad is that? Its only for a couple of hours dear. Maybe do some sightseeing or use the credit card Richard gave us to treat yourself. We can have a night out on the town when Im back. exiting from the bathroom finally, and he twirled around. Well, how do I look? Like a nerd... Astrid smirked approaching the taller male. Taking ahold of his collar pulling him down to kiss his cheek. But a cute nerd. You got this babe. fixing the now slightly roughed up piece of cloth. she looked up and smiled a soft grin. Ill be fine and Im sure Ill find some trouble to get into. I got the credit card like you said, so Ill have bail. All this earning an eye roll from Michael. If we can get away with murder, I think you can get away with not getting arrested in another country. Astrid brought up her hand flat and tilted it back and forth. Maybe.... no promises mike. My track record is so and so.. Astrid my dear... Ive seen you both torture a woman, yet also yell at me for jaywalking. Your record is beyond so and so... The women was now making a duck mouth with her hand. Mimicking Michael as he talked. Anyway smart alec~ youll find something to occupy yourself with. a Knock rung at the door, making both of them turn their attention to the rectangular piece of wood. Michael my boy, time to mosey! The sooner we get there the better for appearances. Michael turned back to Astrid planting a kiss on her forehead. Looks like Im off dear. Do please try and have some fun while I''m gone. With a huff and a sigh, she nodded. Fine~ But I expect a fancy dinner tonight. Deal Ruffling her hair, which in turn made her slap his hand away. Her other hand resting on the top of her head. Hey watch it bub! Michael chuckled and headed out the door, closing it behind him. Sorry about that Richard. Just saying goodbye to Astrid. Think nothing of it Michael. Its good to see she didnt try her hardest to get you out like my wife and Kat did. Now lets hurry, the driver should be waiting downstairs. Will need to get you a bit of background of who were meeting today. Patting the younger man on the back. They both started walking and mostly Richard did some talking. Okay, what do I really need to know? Ive dealt with plenty of these kind of folks. I give a smile, put on the charm, and bam done. The writer was surprised to receive a sigh from Richard. Maybe the normal types of chumps we deal with. But the head of this company is a real ball buster. Sniffing out any signs of weakness, then tearing you down from the insides. He continued once they entered the Car parked out front waiting for them. When talking to their assistant a few days ago. They compared them to some French myth. Now what was it? thinking to himself as he lit a cigar. It was like the Beast of Jelly doughnut, or some hell. The Beast of Gevaudan? Yes that thing, whatever the bloody hell that is. Taking a deep drag off his cigar, cracking a window. Its an old tale from a providence out in the country. Said to resembling a large wolf. Single handily being the cause of over a hundred murders. So if that is his nickname, and is how they act. Then I guess they go for the neck. Sense that was the primarily cause of death with every victim. Richard put his hand against his neck. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. Well then, we will have our work cut out for us. Now I know you can be a bit of a smart ass. So let me do the talking, and Im sure we will be fine. The rest of the ride being spent in silence. Ideas of what this man could possibly be like. It could of easily of just been bluffing from the assistant. Working for a person and Possible being a partner are two separate things. Either way, hed have to be on his best behavior. Pulling up to a large glass structure, the car slowed. The driver exiting and making his way around to let the two men out. As they exited a woman standing at about 55, with short black hair bobbed, and dark wine-red dress ending just above her ankles. She held a clipboard to her chest and wore a small smile. Bonjour Monsieur Woodlins et Monsieur Maplewood. Its a pleasure to meet you both. Please come, come inside. The foreigners looked to one another before nodding. Following the short female into the building. Inside being just as pristine as the outside. Nice black leather chairs and couches. Glass, and ceramic vases everywhere. The companys logo In large stone lettering attached to the wall above a desk. Another women wearing a similar dress to the previous spoke on the phone. She seemed to be speaking fluent Japanese from what Michael could gather. She looked up smiling at the trio, before going back to her call. Seems like quite an elegant dress code you have here. But of course. The director is very particular about looking the part. The women heels clicked in a slight rhythm as they proceeded to the elevator. Climbing several stories before opening to an open space. Opposite side of the room was a black desk, a black chair behind it, and two leather chairs. They were same as in the lobby that were in front of it. They stepped out barely before both men jumped back into the steel box. Looking down as they could see straight to the street below. The Women moved past them without even a second thought. Her Heels once again clicking across what was now known to be a floor made completely of glass. It is okay Messieurs. Yes the floor is glass, but about 2 feet solid and most refined glass France has to offer. The director feels there is no need to hide from the world behind concrete and metal. We are a book publisher, not some evil corporation. It is safe and the director will be with you both momentarily. Finally exiting the elevator, they crossed the clear flooring. Slowly taking their seats opposite of what could be assumed to be the directors desk and chair. The desk was bare and only consisted of a computer, a copy of Michaels book, and a phone. Well I dont think Ive ever felt so exposed to the world. Richard looked down then towards The ding of the elevator''s closing doors. They sure do things differently here dont they? This Boss of theirs must be one strange chap. Youve never met him? Michael asked with a questioning look. No, I''ve only had correspondence with the assistant. Though I dont believe that tiny thing was her. The voice was different, a bit deeper I''d say. They both sat in silence once again as about ten minutes passed. The ring of the elevator sounding again getting their attention. The same short women was back again. Though now wearing a Black and red pinstriped pants suit. The same Heel clicking filling the glass box. Is everything alright? I know we are a bit early. But if your director is busy, we could come Back. Oh no need Messieurs. The Director... Or should I say. I didnt mean to keep you waiting. The men looked at one another, then back to her. She crossed the room and circled the desk. Sitting down, her hands resting on it, and scooted in. You see Im very Pausing for a moment looking for the word. Cautious and particular, on who I do business with. Smiling while pulling out a drawer from the desk. She reached in and grabbed a pair of small Libarian glasses. Resting them on the edge of her nose. This can be quite the cutthroat business. No? The flash of this womens nickname crossed both Richard and Michaels minds. Oh very much. Richard was cut off almost as soon as he started talking. Monsieur Maplewood, Ive been quite excited to finally meet you. I am how you say... a fan of your books. Oh? Is that so? Im happy to hear my sorry excuse for a story can appeal to the Beast of Gevaudan herself. Richard went wide eye looking to Michael before turning back to the director. Please excuse him! Silenced once again but this time by laughter. No no it is fine. That silly name has followed me sense I started my firm. Dont take merde from some fat wigs here and there. And soon they all want to compare you to a creature of myth. leaning back now in her chair, Richard did the same chuckling. Yes of course! Youre quite right. Some cant handle criticism from others. Michael leaned forward fingers crossed Specially a women of your size I bet. That comment almost earning a slap on the back of the head from Richard. Luckily a small giggle and sigh came from the women in the room. Oui, indeed it is hard to do so. Even now adays with more and more female leadership coming about. sitting up, she looked over the two of them. That''s why sometimes you got to have a bigger bite then a bigger bark. Richard was already exhausted from all this. If it wasnt the possible heart attacks Michael kept giving him every time he opened his mouth. It was the almost too strong sense of fear he got from this women. She was certainly a beast by all standards. He knew this energy all too well. For his wife and daughter was no different sometime. He jumped suddenly as the short women stood up. More from the fear this floor would give out from under them if not carful. Well Messieurs! I do believe it is time to properly introduce myself. My name is Antoinette Petit, and oui I see how ironic that is of a last name. But! Never the less. I wish to and will make Your Love Will be the Death of Me known far and wide across all of France! Chapter 5 (S2): Beauty is in the eye of the beholder As Her lover left for his fated meeting, Astrid plopped down on the bed. Her arms shooting up, falling back to the bed. A small bounce following contact with the many fabric count sheets. Her hair falling around her face. It felt odd being left by herself after so many months of being by the writers side. It wasnt like they were attached at the hip or anything. They had already spent several weeks apart when she visited her estranged parents. After the torture she just wanted to relax with her beloved. Her hand lifted to the top of her head. Rolling over to her side with a huff. That shitass having actual important things to do. Astrid was brought from her pouting upon a knock to her door. Her hand staying fixated to the top of her head when she rose. Another huff and a swift swing of her legs. Launching to her feet, slogging towards the sound. Coming! With a grab, a twist, and a slow pull of the handle. The door opened to the Woodlins women. Kathy standing at the forefront with a small wave. Kat was captivated by her phone, wearing the queen of all bitch faces. Both wearing similar rompers only different being their colors. The younger in yellow, and in Astrids opinion the more pretty of both in baby blue. Hello Astrid dear! I hope we are not bothering you? Oh Kathy! No, not at all! As Im sure you are aware, the gentlemen just left. So, I am without company for a bit. Perfect! Kathy cheeks flushed pink, as her hands laid upon them. Excuse me. That sounded as if I was happy you were bored. Astrid head shook in response. Dont worry I didnt think that at all. Though she was sure Kat was probably happy for Michaels absence. Oh good! Well, I reason I ask and for us being here. Were about to head out to do a little bit of shopping. Of course, all on my husbands dime. The mother gave a small giggle, flashing a platinum credit card. Would you care to join us? We would love for you to! Right Kat dear? Choosing to ignore the question as a whole and keep your focus on her phone. Kathy sighed rolling her eyes flashing an apologetic smile. Please dont mind my daughter. Seems jet lag is giving someone a bit of the grumpies. Once again no offense taken. Im still feeling it quite a bit myself. If it wasnt for the early mornings and late nights at the my store. Id probably be in the same mood. Even if Astrid knew it was purely from the fact Kat hated her guts. Luckily the feeling was mutual so by all means hate away. But anyway! Id love to join you both. Let me gather my things and ill meet you down in the lobby? The older Woodlins, nodded and waved as they went to go wait. Closing the door once more, Astrid gathered her bag and phone. Typing off a quick text to Michael to let him know of her adventure. Getting a quick reply of good luck from him with a thumbs up emoji. The support from that man is astounding sometimes. She just smiled and sent a middle finger back. Not wanting to keep Kathy and to a lesser amount Kat waiting. The blond was off to join them both. A taxi awaiting along with them. The trio entered and off they went. Somehow against hers and probably Kats secret wishes. Astrid was stuck in the back with the latter. Kathy riding up front with their more than friendly driver. He gave off that vibe of one of those men that likes to show foreign women around. And where will you lovely ladies be heading? Oh well, were looking to do a little bit of shopping. Any suggestions on where to go? The driver thought for a few moments. With a smile and a sharp turn, followed by several honks. The taxi swung around with no warning. Causing the unknown arch enemies to slide into one another. Once situated and not being put into danger by this French asshole. Kat pushed Astrid off with a huff. If not for her mother and the driver being present. She surely would have done much more to the other women. My apologies Dames! If shopping is what you seek for. Then we must make haste to Champs lyses. Shops and boutiques as far as the eye see. Kathy clapped her hands together in joy. The younger females both looking out of their respective windows. The rest of the ride taking only a handful of minutes. They exited the cab, and after paying the driver they started the planned shopping spree. Astrid had to admit, as weird as the driver was. He knew what he was talking about. Shops of all kind stretched down either side of the street. Ive never seen such a beautiful spread of stores before. Looking around like a kid in a candy store. Astrid was never one for shopping trips. Being out in public too long always drained her to no extent. Adding on top of that having to be with the sister and mother of the girl she murdered all those months ago. Most would think that she would have backed out right away. In most cases she would of, but she really needed to get out of that hotel room. She didnt spend half a day on a plane just to stare at the walls of that blasted room. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Probably due to the lack of funds you make at that shake of yours. The snarky comment of course came from Kat. Astrid sighed and took a deep breath before turning to her. I do pretty well for myself. Even with me not living off Mommy and Daddys money. Kats eyes widened, then narrowed to small slits. How is that any different then you piggybacking off poor poor Michael. Astrids smirked, which only hid the wanting to straggle the spoiled rich bitch. I dont! Enough! Both of you!. both younger women looked to the older and wiser third. I didnt invite you both out to bicker back and forth. You are both grown women and need to start acting like it. Am. I. Clear? Both flinched as they were scolded. Adding the now watchful eyes from other onlookers. The two blushed and nodded. Im sorry Kathy. Astrid being the first to apologize. While Kat huffed storming off into the crowd. Both Astrid and Kathy watched her leave. The crowd moving out of her way, then started to disperse. The younger looked to the Woodlins matriarch. Just let her be deary. Surprisingly enough Harmony was the more mature one of them both. Even being the younger of them both. Astrid just nodded in hope to stop the conversation. It was one thing being on a shopping trip with her victims mother. It was a completely different thing to openly talking about her. Knowing very well that she had a hand in the murder. Shell be back in a bit, once shes done pouting. Reaching out and offering a hand to the pink headed Astrid. Now come come! There is a certain store I wish to check out. I do believe it will be a good place to start. With a smile in response the two were off. Making several stops here and there. Trying on dresses, hats, sunglasses, and all forms of clothing and accessories. Astrid couldnt even remember the last time she ever had this much fun with another women. Her mom never one for shopping trips, or girl days. This thought hit her while looking into a pink sundress. Looking herself up and down in the mirror of her changing room. Her eyes moving up to her hair. The pink being so very close to that of the dress. Astrids hand lifted slow to run her slender fingers through the locks. Why couldnt you ever be this understanding? Her voice whispered out, followed by a sigh. Removing the dress so to get back into street clothes. Exiting out of the changing area, and she scanned the room for Kathy. Her face was buried in a rack of some tops. Using this moment to slip outside for some fresh air. The crowded streets being a bit too much for her. She slipped into an alley between two stores. Even in a whole other country They ruin my mood. Her hand once again finding her hair. Gripping gently before releasing quickly. My my, what is a beautiful femmes such as yourself doing in an alley such as this? Astrid looked up to a man standing at the exit back out to the main street. Upon focusing a bit more on the stranger she recognized their driver from earlier. Umm... what are you? Looking behind her to the unfortunate dead-end. Then back to the unwanted company when she just wanted to have a breather. Dont have some other foreign women to bother or show around? Oh my. My fragile heart is braking! I simply saw a poor cher in distress. Stepping closer as she took one back in return. You have nothing to fear of me. I only wish to comfort you in an obvious time of need. A smirk with almost an opposite effect of Michaels touched his lips. Continuing his approach towards Astrid with his hands behind his back. All she could do was inch back more and more. The silence between them being overtaken by the volume of in the streets. In no time Astrids back hit the aged brick of the dead-end. The driver ending just inches from her, looking down at the shorter women. It baffled Astrid to know end how Michael could do the same thing when they first met. Yet, she knew it would feel more welcoming than this creep. His hands slowly removed themselves from behind him. Reaching in what seemed like slow motion. Stopping with a sudden jolt and a groan. His hand shook as his eyes lowered from Astrids to his abdomen. A rose colored handle of a switch blade sticking out from his body. Astrids hand holding the very handle also shaking. But not from fear or shock of what she did. For once the man looked back up to her eyes. He knew this was neither, but instead he reasoned it being from excitement. A wide smile that could match even Michaels own overtook her face. The bright blues that adored her orbs, could almost be seen as purple. Being mixed in with the red of blood lust. Well sense you so kindly offered.~ An almost giggle escaping her enlarged smile. Then do me a favor and va au diable. With one swift motion, a second switch blade connected with his neck. A small red line began to form then open along his neck. Stumbling back into a dumpster, he slid down. A hand trying desperately to cover the wound. He gasped for air, as blood gargled from his mouth. His eyes growing slowly duller before slumping over. Thanks for the good time.~ Astrid walked over to the now corpse kneeling down. Taking the hem of his jacket to whip off her blades. Returning both to her purse and standing up. Her smile lessened as she stretched and sighed. Okay! Now that I''ve let off some steam. Astrid strode to the sunlit main street. That dress was way too cute not to get! Chapter 6: Be You Friend or Foe (S2) What is taking the French dick so long? I told him exactly which damn store they were in. How hard is it to find someone and seduce. There you my daughter! Jeez if I knew you were just going to pout the whole time, I would left you at the hotel. Kat turned to the two returning women. Eyes opening in surprise but quickly catching herself, to Astrids return as well. Chalking it up to that cabby getting distracted. She forced a smile looking down at her feet. Im sorry mother, it was just due to jetlag. Guess I didnt as much rest as I should of. So, my apologies to both of you for my behavior. It took all of Astrids willpower to not roll her eyes at this. This bitch exactly knew the game they were trying to play. And in the best way she could, she would of tell the Woodlins daughter to shove it where the sun dont shine. Opting against it for the sake of Kathy. Why dont we call it for today so I can grab a much needed nap. I dont wish to ruin the rest of our day out mother. Huggin her apologetic offspring Kathy nodded. It has been a bit of a busy first day. So if it is all right with you Astrid. Would you mind we reschedule? Not at all Mrs. Woodlins. Im getting a bit tired myself, and Im sure the boys will be back soon. I for one will for sure want some rest for that. The trio exchanged jiggles, though Kats were obviously forced. Hailing for another cab, this one luckily not driven by a creep. The group return to their hotel, in a timely fashion. The women said their goodbyes, with Kathy and Astrid hugging and Kat being back inside without a word. It was quite enjoyable and I simply cant wait for our next girls day out. Hopefully someone will be a little bit more ready for it next time. No need for clarifying who the older women could be possibly talking about. Astrid smiled and nodded before waving bye. Once out of sight, her back was quickly pressed against the wall. Her breathing heavy, and a hand covering her mouth. Trying her best to conceal a wide uncontrollable grin. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped at her bags of newly acquired clothes. The rush, it was back and oh how she missed it. Sure, not the cleanest execution but hey still not bad. Presentation was not her strong suit, for that being more up Michaels.... alley. Sucking in a deep breath, only to be startled out of it by her phone going off. Cursing as he choked on air slightly. Finally looking at her cell to see Michaels name and picture flashing before her. Once regaining her composure, Astrid answered. Hey Mike! Hope the meeting went well. A sigh and almost auditable eye roll answered. Maybe one day he can get her to just call him Michael. Till then it was a project for later. Hello Mon Cher. Yes, it went very well, and a deal has been made. The Director has invited you, The Woodlins, and I to a celebratory dinner. They are quite a delight and Im sure you both will get along. Michael paused has a hushed voice that could faintly be heard in the background. Right thank you. he responded to the disembodied voice. Sorry darling. Our ride back to the hotel is here. Should be arriving in 20 minutes or so. Ill see you in our room. The lover exchanged their goodbyes, and Astrid hung up. Her breathing had calmed down as it always had around the writer. With a deep calming breath of air, she pushed off the wall to the elevator. Getting off at her floor and walking the 100 or so feet to her door. Astrid entered and tossed her shopping bags on the bed. A shower is probably a good idea. Dont think I got any blood on me but better safe than sorry. Disrobing as she entered the bathroom. A trail of clothes following behind her. A nice way, if the sound of water running wouldnt being enough. To let Michael know where she might be if he showed up before the pinked hair women exited. As the water ran and the steam filled the bathroom. Astrid slowly entered the stand up shower, through the sliding glass door. Adjusting the shower head to face the bench that aligned with the wall. Taking a seat and letting the hot water fall on her. Astrids head leaned back, as water droplets patted on her neck and chest. Eyelids covering the baby blue that adorned her eyes. Getting so lost in the relaxing feeling around them. Astrid didnt even hear the door to their room open. Michael taking no time to put two and two together. He slowly and very quietly entered without his partner''s knowledge. Approaching the sliding door, he opened it slowly. Not peaking in cause for a gentleman would never. So, is this show complimentary. Or will this be charged to my bill? Astrid jumped in her seat, quickly crossing her legs and covering her chest. Damn it Mike! Its called knocking! My apologies Madam. I didnt realize I had to knock to enter the bathroom to the room in which Im paying for. Or that it was wrong to wish to see my girlfriend in her most natural form. First of all Richard is paying for this room. Second, you see me in my natural form all the time! And third its just called being polite shit ass! Now if you dont mind either get in or get out! Picking up a bar of soap ready to toss it at him. Lucky she even gave him the choice. Michael chuckled as he closed the door to the shower. Astrid sighing rubbing the bridge of her nose. Ill be out in a. The door reopened as Michael entered the shower. Now matching her choice of clothing, which was nothing. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. I do believe you mean well be out in a moment~ His green eyes some how brighter without his glasses in the way. And his hair let go from its ponytail, Reaching slight past his shoulders. The door slowly closed as Astrid galped with a nervous smile. what about the dinner? she asked afraid of the answer. We got time dear. His smile widened. Plenty of time. In which they did before emerging to finally start getting ready for their dinner. Astrid stood before the mirror in their bathroom. Styling her hair with a scull on her face. Michael stepping into the doorway cleaning his glasses. Oh come on darling. Are you going to be moody all throughout dinner? Maybe I will after the stunt you just pulled. If you wanted to wash my back you could of asked. But isnt better to just do something nice for someone you care for? Or are you mad cause you thought something else was going to happen~? Michael snickered, while Astrid blushed before throwing a hairbrush at him. Barely dodge said object with a grin. Way to give yourself away my dear. Never knew I was dating such a dirty bird~ Astrid rolled her eyes before starting on her makeup. Whatever peeping tom. Just get ready and can you bring me the bag on the bed? I got a dress I want to wear tonight while I was out. Turning to the bed, he saw the very bag. Reaching for the bag, Astrid purse fell to the floor. A knife sliding out and to his feet. Reaching down to grab it, he stopped when the smell of copper hit his nose. With a raise of his eyebrow, he picked up the object. Looking over it before flipping the blade out. Upon a closer look he noticed a small pinkish hu to the blade where it met the handle. Looking to the bathroom to see if Astrid had sight of him. He stood up before pushing the knife into his suitcase. Picking up the original item for him to grab. He brought her item, closing the door behind him for her to change. Michael did the same, going for a simple white button up, and black slacks. Going for rolled up sleeves for he didnt think this dinner would be too fancy. As he tied his hair back up, Astrid exited finishing herself. The dress she had chosen sat just below her knees. A strapless white and black striped numbers. Hugging her curves softly without being too constricting. Michaels eyes widened and jaw would be on the floor if this was an old school cartoon. Jeez Mike mind cleaning up that droll? Astrid teased taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Pulling a pair of black short heels from another bag. I wasnt drooling dear. Simply admiring a priceless piece of art like anyone would. All this earned him was a smirk. Whatever you say perv. Getting on each heel, returning to her feet. Crossing the room to other, placing a hand on his chest. But thank you Mike. Its a good start to sucking up. kissing his chin, grabbing her purse, and headed over to the door. Now lets get a move on. Spending a day with Kat is tiring and Im hungry as hell. Michael just chuckled and nodded. The two departing off to the lobby. The Woodlins and a limo awaited them. Climbing in a no less then Awkard ride that was a carbon copy of when they first arrived to Paris. Luckily this one being a much shorter ride. Arriving and pulling up to the entrance of an upscale French bistro. None other than Antoinette waited, wearing the same red dress from before, and a small pair of reading glasses balanced on her nose. A valet rushed over, opening the door. Each passenger exited one by one. First being Kat and Kathy, the younger looking almost degusted that the valet offered his hand. Kathy on the other hand happily taking it and thanking the man. Richard was the next who slipped a hundred Euros into his vest pocket. Michael was next before offering his own hand to help Astrid out. Valet closed the door and the limo pulled away. Accueillir! Michael and Richard is a pleasure to see you both again. Now who are these fine dames you have brought with you? Michael stepped forward. The pleasure is all ours! he leaned down as they exchanged cheek kisses. Astrids and Kats almost mirrored as they both raised an eyebrow. Standing back up, Michael motioned to the group. That over there is Richards lovely family. His wife Kathy, and his daughter Kat. The shortest of the women hurried over shaking Richards hand, then pulled Kathy and kat down to greet both with a kiss on the cheek. Kat looking annoyed, but Kathy returning the greetings. As they did so, the younger man walked over to his plus one. His hand found her waist and brought her over to the director. And this lovely woman is my girlfriend, Astrid. The taller of the two women smiled awkwardly. Readying herself to be pulled down into the greeting the others got. But was surprised when her hand was simply taken then shook. Lovely for sure Monsieur. Its a pleasure to meet you as well Astrid. Astrid looked to Michael then back to Antoinette. Merci Miss? Antoinette Petit. I am the director of the firm that has invited you all out to France. Im glad you have all made it and I hope youve enjoyed your stay. A mix of responses came from everyone. Now please! Mangeons! Only Michael and Astrid stepping forward as Miss Petit headed towards the door. The couple looked back to the family. She said lets eat. Astrid being the one to answer. Michael smiled at Astrid, happy those lessons before coming here worked out. Whoops my apologies everyone. You are correct Astrid! I have a table ready and waiting for us! Now up to speed the Woodlins followed in for their night of celebration. Which was about to be the real beginning to their stay in the hexagon city. Chapter 7: Try the Soufflé Its to Die for (S2) The party of six were quickly escorted to their table. A large round table found dead center of the restaurant. As expected of such a high-class place in France. It was wall to wall filled with bodies of all types. Those simply enjoying a nice meal with loved ones, Business colleagues, or simply by themselves. Topics of many sorts filled the air but all drowned one another out from reaching the ears of anyone not taking part in it. The party began sitting down around the table. Richard sitting down with his wife and daughter on either side of him. Michael pulled the chair next to Kat slowly. Getting a small look of excitement from her, only to be crushed as Miss Petit quickly sat down. Earning a slight chuckle from Astrid. Who was then offered a seat next to the women by the writer. With a smile at him she took a seat, as Michael now took his seat between her and Kathy. Who now wore a similar look of distaste as her daughter. I do hope no one minds that I went ahead and ordered a bottle Red Bordeaux. And please for tonight do not worry. For I will be how you Americans say... fingering the bill. Everyone stops and looks towards the small statured women as a metaethical record starched. Astrid leans over to Antoinette, stifling a laugh. Umm its footing the bill... Why would anyone touch a bill with their feet? Miss Petit gave back a questioning look back at the pinked haired women. Astrid hold back any longer and let out a chuckle. Its simply a figure of speech and a dumb English thing. You know how silly we can be. With that there was no other needing to explain. and Americans say we talk funny. Shared laughter ringed between everyone. The small amount of attention dissolved amongst the party. The fore mentioned bottle of wine reached the table as glasses were filled. Followed by a quick order of appetizers as they waited for the main course. Small conversation broke out between the group. Richard and Kathy reminiscing about their early years of dating. Where they took a yearly trip to Europe before the girls were born. As expected, Kat was absorbed into her phone. Taking and posting several pictures of her drinks, food, and things like that. Clearly to show off to the rich trust fund babies she called friends. While it seemed as if the publicist had taken extra liking to her new client and his partner. No really, he just walked into my bookstore one day. Gave me some shit excuse about. Wanting to see how his books do in smaller shops. The women exchanged giggles at Michael expense. My my Michael. I didnt take you for a stalker. With a roll of his eyes, Michael simply smirked. Leaning on his elbow and staring daggers at Astrid Well, Astrid didnt seem to mind since no more than couple days later. We had dinner together, and if I do recall. You didnt go home that night. Sure, it was due to being exhausted and overwhelmed by killing not one but two people that night. Plus, the extensive torture of one daughter and sister of the very family they were having dinner with. But that was not something Miss Petit did or needed to know. Astrid! You minx. The fourth person added to the conversation sent a small feeling of dread through the couple. Antoinette turned in her seat to the Woodlins remaining spawn. Seems pretty quick to jump into someones bed dont you think? Astrid mouth turned into a straight line. Before trying to not laugh to now trying choke out the brat. I didnt just jump into his bed! Miss petit giggled and shook her head. I highly doubt that would be the case. Kat was it? Looking to the couple with a small framed smile. It obvious from how these two love birds act. There is nothing but love and respect for one another. Turning back to the brunette, a grin spread ear to ear. These two share a bound that exceeds what most of us might understand. But I get how someone as how your... sheltered? No, thats not the right word. Leaning back in her chair, holding her hand beneath her chin. She looked deep in thought for a moment before snapping her fingers. Ah yes! Her eyes moving back to her target, while her face stayed forward. Still maturing mentally like yourself might not see. The table fell silent. With all eyes on Antoinette, then falling on Kat. Who by now was turning a deep shade of red. A mixture of anger and embarrassment spreading across her face. No amount of makeup could cover these emotions from capturing her features. You little... Kat growled. Its Petit Mon Cher. Miss Petit to you. Suddenly the waiter had arrived with their meals. Richard clapping his hands together with a bead of sweat lowering from his brow. Delightful! It seems the hunger may have gotten to us all. Clearing his throat looking toward his daughter. Who just put on a forced smile. Right... My apologies Miss Petit. It was out of line for me to speak in such a manner. Michael and Astrid shared a look with small smirks exchanged. Now turning to plates of their bountiful feast. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Now now! No need to sour the mood with a small slip of the tongue. Lets enjoy the glorious meal before us. That Antoinette has so graciously... Footed the bill for. Astrid, Richard, and Kathy halfheartedly laughed in hope to defuse the situation. Even as much Astrid enjoyed the Woodlins girl getting some karma thrown in her face. The food looked too wonderful to ignore. Thus, so continued the silence as everyone dug in. Collective moans of satisfied pallets were soon shared by everyone. Even queen sour puss, couldnt help but enjoy the cuisine. Absolutely delightful! Kathy raved as the meal came to an end. Her husband nodded in agreement patting his more extended belly. Yeah it was decent I guess. Kat voiced, though she didnt want to throw too much praise. Not wanting to give the smaller French women the satisfaction. Im glad that everyone enjoyed their meal! Clapping her tiny hands together. And how about you both? Looking to the lovers seated next to her. So god damn yummy! Astrid blurted out with the largest not giving a fuck smile she could give. Antoinettes eyes widened before she burst into a fit of giggles. You speak your mind just like Michael seems to do. You both really are meant for one another. Astrid smiled looking at Michael who placed a hand on her leg. Thats very kind of Miss Petit. But if anyone trumps us all in the case of speaking ones mind. You have us out classed. Must be something in the water here. Michael bowed his head slightly before smiling back at Astrid. Merci Michael. The women nodded back in return. Now! Who''s ready for dessert? Astrids eye widened in excitement. If dessert was half as good as dinner was. She could go home tomorrow and call this a successful trip. Standing up from her seat but not before wiping her mouth. Astrid bowed slightly. Before then I need to use the ladies room. Oh? Here allow me to show you where it is. Miss Petit insisted before standing herself. Without giving Astrid much time to accept the offer. Her arm hooked with the taller womens as they headed off. The bathroom itself was not far from where they were seated. Once there and to Astrids Suprise her guide followed her in. When both had entered, the door locked behind them. Astrid turned to the door then down to the small women. Umm, did you need to use it as well? Petit sighed and shook her head. Heading over to a chair in the corner of the room taking a seat. Dsole Miss Astrid. I just needed to get away from that Kat fille. And her let''s say less than favorable attitude. Putting her elbow on the arm rest. She rested her cheek against her fist. Crossing her legs as she leaned back. A smile grew, as she removed her glasses. Plus. It would be hard to have a conversation with you, with all those unwanted ears. Astrid gulped looking towards the door, before back to her so be kidnapper. Oh? Um what for if I may ask? The air felt thick as she tried her best to calm her nerves. Even with her small stature, Antoinette had the presences to control the room. Worry not Mon Cher Astrid. I simply want to talk and get to know the person that has captured my clients eye. The Pinked haired American was more confused now than before. Was she interested in Michael? Was there yet another unwanted rival Astrid had to deal with? For I am very serious about this working with him. Ive been a fan of his books for years. And landing this deal is very big deal for both him and I. Uncrossing her legs, she stood so to cross the room. Standing at chest height with Astrid she looked up with piercing eyes. Showing her just the reason Miss Petit was nicked named after such a beast. So, Im letting you know now. Just like I am all in with this deal. I sure hope you are all in with your relationship. I will not have my plans, and his future ruined. Cause some hussy just wanted free trips and wanted to play with someone heart. Astrid looked at her in disbelief and shock. Both being quickly replaced with anger. Listen here shrimp! Im not some hoe here to take his money! Michael understands me, just like I get him. Yes, he pisses me the fuck off sometimes with his darling bullshit! But, I know what he means to me... at least I think I do. She looked away shaking her head. Meeting eyes once again with her once intensity. Im not playing with him! And Ill be damned if some French Merde de cul is going to threaten me about what isnt their business. Silence filled the bathroom, as their eyes burned holes through the back of both their skulls. Stopping once Petit started laughing, adjusting her glasses. Astrid blinked back in confusion at the outburst. Im glad we are all reading the same book. Do you mean, glad were on the same page? Astrid questioned raising an eyebrow. I dont see the difference but sure. Now walking over to the door, unlocking it. She opened it taking a step out, looking over her shoulder. Im glad we could talk and clear any miss understandings. Please do hurry, I ordered everyone souffls. And they are to die for. With a nod of her head, causing her bobbed hair to bounce. Miss Petit left the bathroom with a click of the door closing. Astrid quickly crossed the floor, locking it. Taking a breath his hadnt notice she was holding. She backed up till her ass met the arm of the chair. Taking a seat rubbing her temple. A small headache had formed from how tensed up she was. That bitch is like a fucking chihuahua. I was ready for her to go after my ankles. Her head leaned back, taking another breath. Jumping slightly as a vibration came from her purse. She pulled out her smartphone. Seeing she had a text from Michael. Everything okay? Dessert is here. Astrid smile sending a thumbs up. Getting back to her heled feet, she looked to the mirror. Fixing any wrinkles in her dress. Does dealing with crazy chick come as part of the territory? With a chuckle and reapply of her lipstick. Astrid Nodded and smiled with confidence in her eyes. Adjusting the purse strap, she exited the bathroom. Rejoining her party next to Michael. Smiling to his lover he offered a spoon full of souffls. Giving a huge fuck you grin to Kat. The bookstore owner tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Taking the bite of sweet bliss. She held her cheek with delight and thought to herself. Bring them the fuck on! Chapter 8: Cold Case Leaving the store, and locking up for the night. Nikki gave a long yawn. Dreading that it would be from one job to the other. If they had an employee of the month at either one. She would win no doubt, or quit on the spot. Starting down the darkened street toward HQ. A Light drizzle pitter pattered against the concert. As if the back-to-back shifts at her fake and real job wasn''t enough. It just had to rain the day she forgot a coat. Holding a medium sized satchel above her head. Lightly jogging till she found a nearby convenience store. To make it through the night without possible decking Brian due to a bad joke. She was going to need caffeine and tons of it. They both have been running ragged working on the copy-cat killer case for days. Nothing really made sense about it. First of all was the reason behind it. Why try and copy such a horrible act? Fame? Cry for help? Or was this simply a fan? Whatever the reason, it just brought more questions. Hopefully Stanly would get back to them soon with something. The reporter was having just as much luck as they were. Either no one truly knew anything, or no one wanted to talk. Both were just as frustrating as the other. Grabbing a couple energy drinks for her, and a coffee for Scottson. Nikki trudged the rest of the way to work. Getting in the building and up the elevator. As soon as the door opened to the detectives'' shared office. Brian let out a puff of smoker, followed by a disgruntled sigh. Took you long enough kid. What if Stanly called in with a lead? Well, did he? Nickie''s tone was bordering between. One wrong word and shed smack him, but she was going to smack him no matter what. No, but what if he did? The younger detective slammed Brians coffee on his desk. With an irritated smile, and slight twitch to her brow. Then I guess you would have had to spend some quality time with your brother. Leaning down to be eye level with the sitting man. Alone. Grabbing ahold of his lit cigarette from his lips. Proceeding to the window where she put it out again against the ledge. And what did the chief tell you about smoking in the office? Do you want get us in trouble again? I personally dont want suspended without pay, cause you couldnt wait to get outside. Opening up to the window to allow some fresh air into the enclosed space. Nikki took her seat at her own desk. Popping the tab open, to the first of many energy drinks. You know that shit will kill you right? Ignoring the comment from the hypocrite. She took a long sip from the can. Exhaling as it was brought to the desk. With the door opening in almost sync with the metal ting. None other then the chief standing in the doorway. Brian, Nikki! Any leads? Looking between the two of them. His eyes landing on Nikkis beverage. You know those things can kill you right? Scottson Smirked, while Nikki just smiled. Ill keep that in mind chief. And so far nothing. Our informant hasnt come up with anything. And we are in a standstill. Motive is almost none existent, and possible suspects just as unknown. The murder itself was clean... kind of. And the similarities between this and the Woodlins murder is baffling. Its like a scene for scene remake. Getting up from her desk Nikki walked over a bored covered in pictures. But has so many differences that it makes it look a complete quiescence. And it doesnt help that both cases. Somehow have no witnesses. Brian added in. The streets are quiet as all hell. Might as well of been a suicide. Cause somehow that makes more sense than someone actually being involved. The chief just sighed rubbing the back of his neck. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. Explore every possibility. It was a pain in the ass trying to solve one murder. Now we have two that are too similar to be over looked. Plus the mayor is breathing down my neck to get this solved. Some bull about elections coming up. Damn Politian Turning about to leave, Chief opened the door just as an officer popped her head. Chief, detectives! We just got a call from down town by the docks. Remains were found in the river. Body looked to be weighed down by a sack. A sack? The Chief questioned. Yeah, a sack full of books. But that''s not the weird part. Moving his hand in a circle to signal her to keep going. It was all the same book. One Your love will be the death of me By Michael Maplewood. Scottson Stood up from his desk, slamming his hand on the desk. You sure? The officer nodded, as he turned to Nikki. Let''s roll kid! She nodded in response as they both pushed past the lady officer and the chief. Quickly making it to Scottson cruiser. He reaved the engine to life, and Nikki flipped on the berries and cherries. Due to the later hour, and it being a weekday. It didnt take long to make it on the scene. Pulling up to several police cars in front of a tapped off pier. Rain steadily falling over them. Scottson popped up the collar of his jacket. Tossing Nikki an umbrella from the back seat. What we got? Nikki questioned a deputy as they approached. White male, Mid-twenties, about six foot two inches, and time of possible death unsure. Still waiting on the coroner to arrive. Thank you, deputy. Scottson nodded as they continued on. Moving up to the end of the pier. A white sheet placed over a small heap. Nikki kneeled down lifting up the sheet. A mostly decayed body, where any skin left was blue. Most of what remained was muscle and tendons. hmm... Looking up to her partner, Niki rose an eye brow. See something sir? Not sure, cause Im no expert. But when youve been doing this gig for as long as i have. You pick up a couple things. Something is off here. They said the body was tied down with Maplewoods book, right? Nikki nodded before Scottson continued. With the temps of the river this time of year, and the area it was found in. A body to get to this point in decomp. Id say would be maybe a week or two. But look at that book. Pointing to the sack next to the body. What about it? Jeez kid not learning much about your undercover job, have you? Nikki rolled her eyes. In a large river like this. These books would have been just binding. No way the paper inside would be still intact if its been that long. So, youre suggesting the body was placed in the river recently? Easily the last hour or two. Which also means... This guy was killed a while ago. And dumped in the river way after the fact. Bingo. So, until we can get an idea of the state of the body before being dumped. Its going to be rough trying to guess when he may have been killed. Lighting up a cigarette, as the red ember lit up his face. Exhaling smoke into the wet night air. Best we can do it wait for the body nerds to do their thing. Suddenly Brians phone went off in his pocket. Pulling out and checking the caller ID, he smirked. Good news we might not have to wait around with our fingers up our asses. Answering the call, a loud but unaidable voice rang out. He nodded several times to the disembodied voice. Slow down Stan. Nodded a couple times. Okay, well meet you at the same bar as last time. Hanging up before looking to his partner. Stan''s got a lead. Pausing for a moment before continuing. But you may not like it. Nikki looked puzzled getting back to her feet. What you mean? Best we hear what he has to say before jumping to conclusions. Stan tends to run his mouth without thinking. She simply nodded, returning to the car. Pulling away from the scene as they both sat quietly. Nikki looking into the rearview, as another car pulled up. Guessing to be the coroner. Their job here was done for now. Time to hopefully get some leads worth chasing. No matter what they could of been. Chapter 9: City of Darkness (S2) Mike? Mike? Michael? Where are you? A frantic voice rang out through darkened streets. The sound of quickening footsteps echoed in the seamlessly empty streets of Paris. Darting around a corner, Astrid huffed as her back slammed against a brick wall. Slowly peering around the edge of the building. A dark figure approached at snail''s pace. The womans eyes widened in horror. Before rushing down a nearby alley. The enclosed space was pitch black and seemed to go on forever. No matter how much faster she ran. It never ended and was almost like she was running in place. Only stopping in her tracks when the sound of heavy footsteps sounded behind her. Freezing in place, Astrid turned around to face the source. A faint human shaped blob stood unmoving at the opening. Only the light of the moon above giving the silhouette any outline. What do you want? The natural blond yelled with fear in her voice. The unknown person, thing, or whatever it could be. Didnt mutter a single word in response. This only chilling her down to the bone more. Through she had a feeling it wouldnt change anything. She stepped back ever so slightly. Only to be met right away with another brick wall. Turning to face the wall, her hands felt around for maybe a door. Just something to let her know she wasnt trapped. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Turning back to face the unknown stalker. Her face turned a ghostly white. So much so it almost glowed in the darkness. What was once just a single blob, had now became four. Coming in many shapes and sizes between all of them. What the hell do you want from me? Astrid attempted to yell out, but instead came out as more of a squeak. Why did we deserve to die? Even with it having been so long sense that night. The familiar voice sent chills down her spine. Her hands shooting up to cover her mouth. Suddenly a light post above the figures turned on. Finally revealing those who stood before the women. A girl in her early twenties Skinned from neck to toes. Only her pale face having anything to it. A boy not much older stood beside her. Most noted able detail about him was the lack of a head. Which so happened to be in the cradling arms of the young women. Sure, I was rebellious and not the perfect daughter like Kat. But, who isnt at my age? Does that justify cutting my life short? There was no doubting who she was. Harmony Woodlins, or as her friends knew her, Hallow. Which could only mean the headless male was her boyfriend. Who Michael had cut down first on that night. What was his name? Astrid couldnt remember even if she wanted to. Luckily the beheaded boy didnt speak. His head just sat motionless in her arms, just like when it had rolled over onto her foot. The same dead and glossed over eyes. Almost staring into her soul, which she could feel even from all the way over there. Astrid''s eyes unwilling moved to next to them. When a voice still so fresh in her mind spoke next. Ive always heard stories about how cruel you Americans can be. But, Mon Cher you seem take the cake. No? There was the creepy cabby that Astrid had only stabbed and killed a couple days ago. Blood flowed from him dripping, and creating a pool of crimson at his feet. How was this possible? They were all dead? Taking from this world by one means or another. The questions swirled around her panicking mind. Being brought back only but what she would consider the most chilling of the returned voice from the grave. Thats my little bookworm for you. Astrid shook at the mention of that damn nickname he had for her. The fourth and final person stepped forward. Joining the others under the light of the street lamp. Wearing the very same red and grey hoodie he had on that faithful night. The night that you could say was the catalyst to all these others. The night that would ensure Astrid went out and met Brandon. Who would led to her meeting of Michael. She shook her head with now tears falling down her cheeks. No, youre dead Dean. Youre all dead! Slowly The male broke from the group. A small reflection bounced off the blade of the kitchen knife. Which was still buried in the top of his head. Flashbacks flooded her mind of that night. Having just found out by complete accident. That the man known as Dean, had been cheating on her. He invited her to the park along the river. Presumably to end their almost two-year relationship. He was looking out over the river as she approached from behind. She remembered how fast her heart was beating as she did so. He wouldnt have chance to see her before the knife came down. Not going very deep due to her lack of strength. His hand rising slowly to his head shakenly. Turning around to face her one more time. Blood dripping down over his face. Mixed with tears, and a face that screamed why. Without a second thought she would push him over the railing. His body plunging down in the waters below. She remembered just standing there. In silence, and just watching as the lifeless corpse slowly sank into the depths below. The flash back ended as she left cold, wet, and clammy hands touch her cheek. We are all dead Astrid. By your hands. Taken from our families and loved ones. Why? Because youre a spoiled little rich girl. Who''s Mommy and daddy didnt tell her no enough. So, you could do no wrong. Everyone was lower than dirt, and deserved what happened to them. Dean rose back to his feet. Looking down at Astrid who had slide down the wall at this point. His eyes covered in shadow. Making them even more black than the ally just moments ago. A single drop of warm blood hit right in the middle of her forehead. Rolling down her face and past her lips. What will you do when he leaves you? What will you do when even the serial killer gets tired of you? Now tears began to run down the women face. As her head slowly started moving side to side. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. No, Mike would never. He understands me. He truly loves me, unlike you. Him and I are partners! No cheating! No lies! Are you sure about that? What do you truly know about him? Has he told you about his past? Astrid struggled to speak for a moment before the words finally came out. No, but I dont need to know his past to know he loves. We, dont need to know that to have each others backs. And, what if he doesnt have your back? Harmony spoke up from behind them. Now walking over to join at Deans side. What if hes just using you for his own means? Obviously, the life of others means as little to him as it does you. Hes probably just waiting for the moment you fuck up. Then, hell leave you out to dry. I mean with that cute little spit fire now. Why would he need some whiney chienne? A whole publishing company compared to some hole in the wall bookstore. Sorry Cher, but hed be better with the Petit femme. Even the Cabby had joined in the taunting. Astrid covered her ear and shut her eyes close. Shut up! Shut up! Shooting to her feet, she pushed past the corpses. Knocking into the headless body of Hollows boyfriend. Sending it falling to the ground with a thud. This wouldnt stop Astrid from booking it back down the street. Removing her hands from her ears. She looked back to see all four bodies standing under the street light once more. This time not following like before. Just watching as she rushed down the road. Tears raining down like a waterfall from her eyes. After what felt like eternity of running once more. The freighted and disheartened women bumped into someone else. She tried to run away but was stopped by hands grabbing her arms. She fought and fought against their grip. Stopping once she her a not scary familiar voice. Astrid Mon Cher, what''s the matter? Looking up her blue orbs met the calming sight of Michael''s green ones. Her face buried into his chest as her arms wrapped around his waist. Sobbing uncontrollably as what just happened transpired hit her like a ton of bricks. Mike, it was fucking terrible. I saw them! Everyone Ive killed. Harmony, her greaseball boyfriend, a cab driver I haven''t told you about, and my Ex. They chased be down, and told me that I was a bad person. That you didnt love me anymore, and that you were going to leave me. Michaels hand reached up and began to gently pet the top of her head. Eventually calming the bookstore owner down. Pulling back as she looked up at him. Looking back he smiles tilting his head. Now think about how crazy that all sounds. This ex and cab driver I dont know about. But I know for fact the brat and her boyfriend are dead. And dead things do not talk. If they did, wed be in jail by now. She nodded whipping the tears from her eyes. Giving a small smile back at him. And besides. You what the craziest part of all this is? What? Astrid questioned sniffling a little. How can I stop loving you? When I never loved you in the first place. Her smile dropped and her gut stung. Looking down with widened eyes. As the very knife she used to stab the driver, stuck out from her stomach. Slowly they lowered to the ground, as her hands rested on his chest. Once on her knees, Michael stood back up. Splatters of blood covered his face and button up shirt. Removing his glasses and whipping them clean of any blood. Mike? Astrid said in a weakened voice. And for the millionth time my dear. Its Michael. He burst into laughter as he began to walk away. She reached out her hand as he did so. Wait, Michael. No, dont leave me From the darkness he had just entered. The four corpses exited, as they surrounded her. All of them in a unison chant repeated over and over again. Astrid, Astrid, Astrid. Astrid. Getting louder and louder as they continued. Covering her ears once more, which smeared her own blood on her face. Dean reached down grabbing her shoulder. Shaking her as he and the others continued to chant. Astrid. Mon Cher, wake up. We have a to start getting ready for our flight. Suddenly just as soon as the nightmare started it ended. Her eyes shot open as she sat up in bed. Almost head-butting Michael while doing so. Her heavy breathing and slight sobs filled the room quickly. Looking at the writer with tears in her eyes. She took hold of the collar of his untucked green button up. Do you love me? Michael raised his eye brow, Do I love you? Astrid nodded with a serious look in her eyes. He just looked at her with a confused look on his face. Just answer me shitass! His hand shot up as he chuckled. Yes Mon Cher. I love you with all my heart. Astrid let out a relaxed sigh. Resting her head against his chest. Having finally calmed down a bit more. Michaels finger hooked below her chin. Having her look up to him. Whats this about? Astrid smiled cupping his cheek. Its nothing Mike. Just a bad dream. He went to protest the nickname but stopped once she placed a finger on his lips. Yes I know Michael. Now come on! Im ready to get out of this fucking country and get back to Mr. Whiskers. He just smiled and nodded in agreement as they began packing for their trip back home. Season 2 Chapter 10: Miranda rights (Season 2 Finale) Rhythmic foot tapping sounded through the car. An almost never ended echo of Nikkis shoes hitting against the floor mat. Which would break first? Her foot through the floor, or her nail she was gnawing at. Getting the rank of detective was no walk in the park. The never-ending nights on patrol. Seeing things that most people would dread to even be told about. Yet, all that stress was nothing compared to now. Scottson advised her to stay back for he felt maybe she was in too deep. Whether she was or not didnt matter. She had a job to do and that didnt stop due to personal feelings. There was still this uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. How was what Stanley told them even possible? Being around them for all the time and no part of her ever got that feeling of evil. Eric Burdon once said Inside each of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. It''s a constant struggle as to which one will win. And one cannot exist without the other. But what had caused a seed of evil to sprout? Especially in someone who had seemed so kind and caring. So, hardworking and willing to do anything for their partner. What will the other think once this uncomfortable situation is in full swing? The media will be in a tizzy once this hits any creditable new source. Luckily Stan agreed to keep his mouth shut till the investigation was truly closed. Only agreed upon if he was the first to know. Though with all the information present at the bar last night. It was going to be hard to see this going any other way. All Nikki could do was hold out on her faith that they couldn''t have possibly done this. With a deep sigh her head leaned back with a slight thud. Scottson looked over to his partner. Though he didnt see with her being on the side of his bad eye. Which had been twitching like crazy since they embarked to the airport just moments ago. The ride seemed endless which might have been due to his own nerves. Which was rare for the veteran officer. Seemed both of them had become a little too invested into this case. Even more so with this wave of new information brought to light. Listen ki... Nik....Detective Her head straightened up as he began to spoke. This job isn''t easy. He continued. It really makes you look at people and the world in a different way. Anyone is possible of anything. pulling up to a red light, the car slowly came to a stop. His gaze stayed right ahead of them. I know youve grown attached to them. But that doesnt change what was done. I couldnt give two shits about how this affects writer boy. As for Von Rose, it will be stressful. Even more so if all that my brother told us turns out to be true. The law is the law though. No bound or connection you have with another will change that. The law must be put first before personal feelings. I know sir. Her head hung down a little bit. Having fully grasped the situation before ever getting into the car. Its just kind of surreal to think they might be behind all of this. Then that poor family. To having been so close to the murderer of your own family member. Now, to get off a vacation with the person. Probably the first moment of relaxation they had since her passing. Brian just nodded as the light turned green. There wasnt much to be said in this moment. Not till the deed had finally been done. Suddenly Nikkis phone went off causing her to jump. Pulling it from her pocket she sighed once more seeing a picture of Astrid and Michael on the screen. Swiping up on the green icon, she answered the phone. Struggling to put on her normal cheerful voice for her boss. Well, after this it will be ex-boss. Miss Astrid hello! a conversation began between the two women. Nikki nodded and gave a couple nods. You have? Thats great! Im glad the flight and trip went well. A couple more nods from the younger detective. Yup! Im about to pull up. Ill be outside waiting for you two. Heads up got a bit of a haircut, so I will look a bit different. A some more nods and a goodbye before she hung up. Sighing yet again then looking to her partner. She was calm and showed her head was finally in the game. Drop off zone 36. Theyll be out in twenty. He nodded in response. Hit it em kid. Flipping the switch, the red and blue lights on top of the car burned to life. As they raced the rest of the way to the airport. Already at their destination Astrid and Michael stood before baggage claim. The Woodlins clan right beside them. The whole group all fighting to stay highly aware. The eight-hour flight having really took it out of them. The worst of them being Kathy who had a case of air sickness. Not even being in first class could make up for those finally few hours. Finally, their collection of bags began to roll by. Majority of the group claiming theirs within moments. Unfortunately having to wait for Kat and her mountain of bags. Which came down to Richard having to grab every single one. His daughter having used the big old puppy eyes on the poor man. This causing the younger couple to question ever having kids. Once the absurd amount of un-needed baggage was finally claimed. The group moved as a collective to the exit. Kathy fanning herself with a magazine. Kat already nose deep in her phone after not having access to it for more than two seconds. Richard hiding behind a tower of luggage he was pushing on a cart. Then Astrid and Michael hand in hand. As the doors opened to the outside. Astrid was quick to see Nikki. Giving her big wave with a tired wide smile. Looking both ways before going to cross. Stopping as Michaels arm shot out in front of her. Looking to him in confusion but brought to concern. Just moments ago, he wore a small smile. Now replaced with a serious look that was rare to see on him. Looking slowly back to Nikki who wore a very similar look. Now also accompanied by Scottson at her side. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. What is he doing here? Michael didnt take his eyes off the pair. Replace all the passing cars and people with tumbleweeds. And you would think an old western standoff was underway. The Woodlins already packing up a limo that had just arrived. Only Kat seemingly paying attention with a shit eating grin on her makeup caked face. As the road cleared for a brief moment. The pair made their way across to the newly arrived party. Michael taking a step infront of his beloved as they approached. Scottson coming just mere inches in front of Michael. Nikki at his side looking down with a guilt-ridden face. The silence was deafening between them. Long enough for the other Woodlins to finally take notice of the staring contest happening. Both parties unmoving and not sure how to break the silence. Richard approached with his hands behind his back Are fans of my boy Michael here? We just got back from a very long trip. So, dont think he has the energy for an autograph right now. Brian looked to the businessman, which was able to remind him of the detective. Ah! Scottson! I know you are handling our daughters case, but Im sure a police escort is not needed. Sorry Mr. Woodlins but this actually pertains to her case. Richards eyes widened a bit. As his wife and daughter joined behind him. Is there a lead detective? Kathy chimed in quizzingly. We believe so. Which is what bringing us here today. Returning his focus to the writer. The silence returned but only for a moment. Brian speaking once again in an authoritative tone. Maplewood. a pausing happened before a gruff sigh from him. Move aside... please. Michaels brow rose. Turning around suddenly as he heard Astrid give a small gasp. Nikki what are you doing? Now standing behind Astrid as her hands were put behind her back. A flash of sliver as cuffs went around her wrist. Im sorry. her voice was low and in a whisper. Astrid Von Rose, you are under arrest as a potential suspect in the Murder Harmony Woodlins, Derrick Wilson, and Dean Huffman. Kathy gasped squeezing her husbands shoulder. Kat grinned like an idiot taking a silent picture with her phone. Michael went to go reach for Astrid. Being stopped as Brian grabbed his shoulder but much rougher than Kathy had grabbed Richard''s. Michael spun around slapping his hand off of him. In a moment of weakness and anger. The writer swung at the detective, who surprisingly to him dodged. Grabbing his arm and twisting behind the writer''s back. With a hiss he looked over his shoulder. Only Brians bad eye able to be seen looking back at him. As much as I would love to arrest you as well for trying to assault an officer. Theres only so much stress I can put the kid through in a day. So, Step aside and I wont accidently break your money maker. Applying pressure to his wrist. Earning another hiss from Michael as his world went silent. His attention moving from Scottson to Astrid who was being escorted across the street. Nikki reading her Miranda rights off. Astrids didnt pay attention as her eyes met with his. Everything disappeared between them. The officers holding onto them, gone. The distance between them, gone. Standing in front of one another as their worried looks turned to smiles. Looks at screamed in a non-existing voice Ill get you out of this. Answered back by another that just said. I know you will. Both brought back by reality as Brian released Michael and crossed the street. Nikki lowered Astrids head as she was helped into the back of the car. As the door closed, the book store owner looked out to her lover. Both smiling at one another as the car pulled away in slow motion for them both. Taking that moment to remember those looks love and confidence. The world returning to normal speed as the car went out of view. Michaels eyes followed it before landing on Kat. Who gave a small wave with her fingers before getting into the limo. His hands balled into a fist as Richard helped his wife into the vehicle. He knew this love would be the death of him. But not before it was going to be the death of someone else. To be continued in Season 3... Pre-season 3 announcement Hello darlings and gents! I would like to first start off by thanking any and all that has read up to this point. This story and its characters have been a labor of love. Not just by me but my editor, and my friends that have helped bring these characters to life. Through ideas and through our readings of this story together. This story started off nothing more than a fan-faction. But through the support of a special group of people. It became so much more and helped launch a Creative side of me. Those who I refer to know who they are. And I thank them with all my heart no matter where life takes us. Now onto news, which is both exciting and bitter sweet. With season 3 we will be bringing the final season of Your Love Will be the Death of Me.. I really had to mull how to continue and eventually end this series. I love this story, its characters, and the memories that came with it. But you always got to keep in mind to not overstay your welcome. I dont want this to be an outdrawn story that losses its focus just for content. That being said, my normal ten-chapter format wont be enough to finish out this story. So, though it will be the last it will be extended compare to past seasons. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. With that all said! I look forward to bringing you the conclusion to this story. Writing will begin soon and expect the first chapter to release sometime before the end of the year. Come and join me as we follow our two lovers on a winding trail. Full of romance, heartache, surprises, and of course a dash of murder. Will Michael keep his unspoken promise to get Astrid out of this? Will Nikki be able to deal with these conflicting emotions of doing what she has to do? And, will Scottson ever pay for the first round? Find if this love will truly be the death of these two. All will be revealed in our third and final season of! Your Love Will Be The Death Of Me Thank you all! Season 3 Prologue: Reminisce, Reflect, and Ruminate Beep, beep, beep. The rhythmic sounding of a heart monitor drummed away. Echoing slightly from wall to wall of a white sterile and dimly lit room. Quiet conversation and tapping of shoes on title mixed from outside. The door knob slowly twisting to unlatch the door so it may swing open. Slowly and carefully allowing two people to enter. One being a man in a long white lab coat. Easily pushing his fifties, but showing the signs of his many years on the job. Followed closely by a women looking to not be too knee to be there. This woman being no other than Detective Nikki. Seeming to also feature the effects of hard work and not much sleep. Eyes glued to the floor with the inability to look up, even for a second. The doctor took hold of a clipboard hanging on the foot rest of a bed. The light shuffle and flipping of paper as he looked through the notes. Nikki situating herself in the far corner. Arms crossed in front of her chest. Every once in a while, flashing a look up to the man. Not daring to look elsewhere beyond him. For the unsettling feeling of possibly locking eyes with who occupied the bed. So, how are feeling today, Miss Maplewood? The pure mention of the name making the cop flinch. Causing the brunet to look away no longer. Taking in the view of Astrid starring out the window with a blank almost lifeless stair. For which she did not reply, whether from not hearing him or not wanting to. Silence over taking the room, while the machine beeped away. Um, Doctor. Its Von Rose not Maplewood. Nikki was quick to correct him. Thats right my apologies. They haven''t updated the chart yet. After so many years doing this, you find yourself on auto pilot. Reading just whatever is on the page. He chuckled in hopes to lighten the mood a bit. Flashing a smile at Nikki before turning back to his patient. Miss Von Rose, how are you feeling today? yet once again being met with silence from the women. Thats fine if you are still not up for talking. I can ensure you that this is a safe place. Finally, Astrid head turned to face them. The once shining blues dolled to a cool grey. Her expressionless face not changing. Still as a statue, peering almost directly into their very souls. Nikki looked away almost immediately. A small wave of uneasiness, with a hint of pity. Seeing the once vibrate and strong woman looking utterly devoid of life. What can I do for you both? The nurse already took my vitals this morning. Finally, speaking up with a flat tone. No signs of any emotions, or a sense of well anything. The physician kept the same generic smile he would give all those under his care. Yes, the detective wishes to speaking with you. She has been wanting to for a few days now. I told her you needed more rest after such a traumatic experience. But according to Nurse Dee. You seem to be in higher spirits today. So, only if you are okay with it. Ill allow her to do so. The blondes eyes moved to her former employee. Lingering for a few seconds before back to the only male in the room. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. That is fine. If you wouldnt mind giving us some privacy doctor. He nodded to Astrid then to Nikki. Making his way out the room. Stopping half way through just to let them know to buzz the front desk when they are done. With that he took his leave as the door clicked back shut. Astrids gaze moving back out the window. While Nikkis returned to the floor. Only to steel herself before approaching the side of the bed. Pulling up a nearby chair. Sitting slowly down, as it creaked under her. What felt like entirety passed as neither of them spoke. So, Miss Ast... Miss Von Rose. I... What do you want Nikki? Her voice firm and voided of any friendliness. Nikki flinched; her face contorted as if just stabbed with a knife. No part of her expected this to be an easy conversation to have. So much had transpired in so little time. Truths revealed, emotions turned sour, and lives lost. If not for her job, this was something she wished to never speak of again. She pleaded and begged the chief to allow this matter to be dead and buried. Unfortunately, rules are rules, and procedures were there for a reason. Taking a breath that Nikki didnt know she was holding in. She spoke once again the best professional tone she could muster. Miss Von Rose, I need to go over with you everything that transpired. I hate to bring up bad memories, but to finally close out this case. I need to know everything from your release, to Mr. Maplewood kidnapping you, to the final shoot out, and everything in between. Taking a pause before continuing. He cant hurt, or manipulate you anymore. That monster is. Michael... His name is Michael. Nikki let out a soft sigh. This for sure wasnt going to be easy. If she wasnt carful, her chance to get the full story would be lost. Yes, Michael. My bad... I need to know everything that happened with Michael and you. As much detail as you can remember. Do this not for me, but for those who want closure. Those who are waiting to know what happened to their loved ones. Leaning forward in her chair. If only Astrid would turn around once more. Their eyes would meet and she could see to their seriousness. Deep down she wanted to know as well. Her own selfish wanting for closure. Fine, but just know it wont change anything. It wont change my mind, and how I feel. The things that happened, and the things done up to now. They are cemented in history, in our history. You and I will go on living knowing that there was nothing no one could have done to change it all. facing forward to the white wall before her. Astrids dimmed blue eyes. Matching that of an ocean reflecting the storm clouds that floated above. This wont make the lies, heart aches, nor deaths go away. snapping her sight to the other female. Locking deeply into Nikkis like a tight chain that connected them. So, I''ll tell you everything. Every last detail as you want... Dont pussy out when you cant handle the truth. The young detective nodded returning the sturdy look. She knew all this without the reminder. The webs they weaved could not be swept away. A constant reminder of failed actions that should have been taken. I know Astrid. I came to terms with that the moment we picked you up from the airport. A day still so vivid in her own mind, but only from her point of view. Now it was Astrid''s turn to help her see that there are two sides to every story. That though we may think we are the main characters of said story. We are all just parts and pieces to the fucked thing called life. Then buckle up detective. Cause here exactly how my love became the death of me...