Surrender

Two

The Back story Is Back To Haunt Her

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            Jennifer was washing dishes the next morning when the phone rang, she wearily stared at
it, then looked at the caller ID. It read, Tate, Keri. She sighed and picked it up.

            “Hey Momma.”

            “Jen, you need to take Ana and get out of there.”

            Jennifer frowned. “I know he’s coming Mom.”

            Laurie was silent a moment. “How’d you find out?”

            Jennifer leaned against the counter and looked out the kitchen window just as Tommy
walked in and froze at her words. “Find what out?”

            “Oh God Jenni, Marion’s dead. Michael broke into her house and she went to the kid next
door’s and found him and his friend dead, then Michael slit her throat. He took some papers from
some... certain files.”

            Jennifer leaned more heavily as she began to shake, Tommy came closer. “What files?”

            “Yours, Stevens and Jamie’s.”

            Jennifer’s frown deepened into a more perplexed look. “Jamie’s? Why would he want
Jamie’s?”

            “I’m not sure, honey. But you really should get out of there, it’s been 12 hours, he could
be there by the afternoon.”

            Jennifer shook her head. “I’ll, I’ll work something out Mom, thanks for calling.”

            “Ok, you take care and keep calling so I don’t lose my mind.”

            “Ok, bye.” She hung up and Tommy grabbed her to keep her steady.

            “What? What happened?”

            “Michael, he killed Wittington, stole mine, Steven and Jamie’s files.”

            Tommy froze. “He... took Jamie’s too?”

            “Yeah, weird, huh?”

            Tommy sat her down and stiffened. “Not really.”

            She looked at him. “Why? Why wouldn’t it be?”

         㼠160; He took a deep breath as she sipped her coffee. “Jenni, Jamie’s alive.”

            She spit it out and began to choke, she looked at him, then the phone, and passed out
cold.

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            “Miss Doyle, how much do you want us to give him when we bring him before the
judge?”

            “Enough so that he wont be able to walk.”

            “With that much he’ll hardly be able to sit up!”

            She sighed, shook her head. “That’s the idea.”

            “Miss Doyle? There’s a phone call for you, line 6.” Her secretary said.

            “Thank you Judy.” She said and went into her office, closed the door and went to the
phone. Picked it up and hit the button for line six. “Hello, Dr. Samanthale.&le.”

            “Well Jenni I must say, you’re clever. I’m sure that Wittington thought she was too.”

            She sat down at the icy voice. “How did you find me?”

            “Taught Michael to use a fax machine before he left, I have copies of these papers.
Though I must compliment you, Anastasia is one of my favorite names. No doubt named for the
Grand Duchess? I know you were fixated on her.”

            “I was not, I just did some intense... Extracurricular studying.”

            “Oh please, you knew everything about her! What’s her full name?”

            “Her Imperial Highness the Grand Duchess Anastasia Nicholaevna Romanov.”

            He chuckled. “My point. So when are you going to end this silly game and come home?
Michael’s missed you terribly believe it or not. I didn’t send him for you, he went on his own.”

            She twisted the cord around her finger. “Yeah, sure.”

            “Don’t forget, today is five years at midnight, it doesn’t matter wether you’ve been here
or not, as long as you’ve loved him five years the curse will end... And pass on. Now let’s discuss
this, I found a rather interesting paper stating that....”

            “Jamie’s alive.” She finished.

            “Clever girl indeed. Now explain this to me.”

            Wish I could, but I know no more about it than you do. Tommy just told me this
morning.”

            “Oh, well I’m afraid I must go. Andrew just doesn’t seem to behave as he did when you
were here. Bye.”

            “Dad...” She was talking to nothing but a dial tone. She snorted and hung it up, buried her
face in her hands. She was totally unaware of the figure outside the frosted doors of her office,
she looked up, teary eyed and gasped at the silhouette. She stood, almost ran to the doors, flung
them open and felt her heart fall to see Tommy with lunch.

            “Hey, Judy wasn’t at her desk, hungry?”

            She smiled. “Terribly. Come on in.”

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            ~That Evening– Around six o clock.~

            Jennifer was home alone for a while, Kara had the boys and Ana and wouldn’t be back
for another couple of hours, Tommy worked until 9. She went into the kitchen and to the fridge,
blocking the view of the kitchen window. She closed it and once she’d done so Mil col could be
seen watching her in the window, which was level with his face.

            She moved and got a glass then went by the window to the sink to rinse away the water
spots, of course, he wasn’t in sight now. But as soon as she moved away he stepped into view,
this time, he tapped the window and ducked.

            She froze, looked at it, her heart beating furiously. The sun was setting quickly, to his
great enjoyment. She moved closer, looked around and shivered, moved to the phone on the wall,
hoping to just talk to Kara and forget about it.

            She picked it up and without thought dialed, lifted it to her ear and froze, no sound, she
hit the hook a few times. “Shit!” She swore as she realized it was dead. She looked for her cell
phone and with it growing so dark, it was hard to see, so sovedoved and hit the lightswitch,
growing stiff as no light came on.

            He was here.

            She took a flashlight from above the fridge, it was almost pitch black outside. She turned
it on and looked around the counters and sink for the phone, and dropped the light in shock as her
eyes met the window. His hand was up to it, holding her phone on the other side of the glass. He
was still kneeling, but there was his hand, she couldn’t mistake that. 

            Tentatively, she slid the window open, no easy task. It took her a lot of elbow grease, she
pushed hard until it popped open and he stood once she did but kept his hand there, his cold blue
eyes met her green ones. He hadn’t had the greatest looks at her of late, but he exhaled slowly as
he gazed upon her sweet frightened face, which reminded him of Laurie’s so much.

            She reached out, shaking, and touched his hand, he lifted his other one and pulled the
phone closer to him, and so she reached out, touched his free hand, savored the feel of his flesh
against hers. She sighed softly, she’d missed him horribly, especially in the last month of her
pregnancy. But here he was, and that was all that mattered. She gripped the hand and brought it
to her face, slid it along her cheek, kissed his fingertips and palm, unable to help herself until she
noticed the little speck of blood just at his wrist. Marion...

            Who else’s blood could she have just licked?

            Feeling her grip loosen he slid the hand into her hair, played with it a bit. God she was
beautiful! And God, how he loved her. He knew today, now, that he loved her. Now that the
curse was nearly over, now that he felt her, saw her, but there was one more thing he needed to
be sure.

            He slowly removed the mask but kept it in one hand and drew her face forward with the
one she had embraced, pressed his bare lips to hers. She grunted and almost pulled away but
finally pressed her lips more to his, and he sighed softly. This tickled her lips and she giggled and
helped him to pull her out the window. She laughed some more until he brought her into his
arms, buried his face into her sweet, warm throat. She fell into the embrace.

            Suddenly they heard a car door and she realized that if anyone saw them... her heart
pounding she grabbed him, pressed her lips to his again, fleetingly and ran to the back door, not
noticing him slip a hand through the window and grab a knife from the sink. He closed the
window and shook his head, going to hide, determined to take her home by Samhain.

            She sauntered into the living room and looked at Kara as she unloaded. She smiled and
scooped up Ana, who giggled and muttered in baby talk to her mother. Steven and Dan hauled
bags in with their mom, and Jennifer smiled at Steven. “Happy birthday buddy.”

            He giggled. “Thanks Aunt Jenni!”

            Dan chuckled. “Six, he’s prone to the bogeyman now!”

            “Daniel.” Kara scolded with a glare.

            “Aw I was just kidding, everyone knows there’s no such thing as the bogeyman.”

            Steven’s frightened little eyes met his aunt’s. “There isn’t?”

            She felt her throat become dry but shook her head. “Of.. Of course not.”

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Ok people should I have Jennifer die at the end of this? Lemme know, feedback is great. I cant
write this with six endings going, I have several ideas.

SA