Done. –That was the last of the dirt. She was utmost contrite
for having deemed it peremptory to bury Matt Donovan—locked
in the confines of a steel safe—maneuvering circumstances by
whatever heedless means necessary simply because she had been
quite irresolute as to what tenable course to pursue just to save
her mother. –The desperation in her design was apparent. Matt’s
life would quite certainly decoy the gang to aid in her… rather
compromising purpose. –Or perhaps, so she thinks.
Fsssss. There was no blunder—that at the fickle shift of foliage, someone
had been tailing her. Nadia halted dead in her gait. Motionless. Then—
Very slowly did she pivot on her heel, the doppelganger’s presence ever
so incontestable—and—definitely inconvenient. Their encounters had
been transient, above all, glances being cast curtly tremulous and few,
though not without a fray ( who could possibly forget the one who
snapped this girl’s neck ? ) Nadia tirelessly… well—sneered, and in every
way as condescending. The young Gilbert had long since been an existential
factor to her already disconcerted thoughts. –What annoyance. The hell
was she doing in here ?
“ Just the vampire I wanted to see—“
MATT. he was the foremost thing on her mind at the current moment in time, although her less than friendly doppelgänger currently lay dying in the place she’d learned to call HOME. it was;--- odd, when he didn’t answer his calls. it was around the seventeenth time she’d called him that it seemed almost necessary to race out of the house in search for someone she still called her best friend, but she’d left him out in the sun a long time ago. it could be his newfound HATRED for vampires, or maybe the fact that he remained human in all the mess they’d caused over the years, but he didn’t understand that’s WHY she needed him. he was still HUMAN. still her ANCHOR.
she’d seen glimpses of her deranged doppelgänger’s feral daughter roaming the woods, and whether is was a vampiristic INSTINCT, or just an afterthought that she HAD seen matt with the girl, she crouched behind some foliage, watching her with bated breath and fierce eyes. she thought she was being quiet enough when;---
she shifted her position, emerging from the greenery and assuming an unfriendly position before the woman she OBVIOUSLY detested, maybe not more so than her mother but definitely a great deal.
her frown was set tightly between her brows, her lips turning down to resemble a scowl. she could SMELL him on her. it wasn’t going to be easy, the other girl DID have years over her but elena had surprised herself on many occasions. if she could take KATHERINE, she could take her daughter.
‘ funny YOU should say that. ‘