deranged [sequel to unlovable]

part 2

[vanessa's pov]
the file says she goes for a morning jog today. her usual route passes right by a big alley.
i lean against one of the walls in the alley and patiently wait for her.
snow falls softly today.
i'm going to try to keep her quiet.. to not make a scene.
a shadow approaches on the ground & i hear heavy breathing. a jogger.
just as i'm about to grab them, i see it's a male jogger passing by.
that was close. you could have stabbed the wrong person! what the hell, vanessa!
then, snow crunching & heavy breathing.
i have a gut feeling, so as soon as they come into view, i grab my knife from my holster and drive it right into their arm.
it's julie. she lets out a scream but i cover her mouth before it's really noticeable. blood begins to pool out from the wound i inflicted. it spills down my arms. i pull the handcuffs from my holster and tighten them around her wrists.
"who- are you!?" she shrieks behind my hand.
"i'm vanessa, bitch." i say, pressing down on my earpiece.
within moments, a black escalade is pulling into the alley. they grab julie from me and throw her in the back of the car.
"nice work, vanessa." damien winks.
the power, the success of this. the feeling of my knife driving through flesh, the blood, getting a bad person off the streets...

i could get used to this job.

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[caleb's pov]
"even if we did go to vancouver, how the hell would we find her?" i ask.
he sits silent for a moment but then his face lights up. fucking finally.. he has an idea.
"wait a second.. i've found her before. she had her find my iphone turned on.." cody pulls out his phone & opens the map.
cody frowns, "she turned it off?"
"fuck." i lean back in my chair.
our lead had been destroyed.
then i hear the apartment door open.
vanessa?
around the corner comes vanessa's mom.
she looks at the both of us like we have three heads.
oh yeah, i almost forgot.
"well this is really awkward." she says with a laugh.
"kate, we need you to help us with something." i stand up and put a hand on her shoulder.
"sure, caleb. what do you need?" she asks, sweetly.
i smile, "do you know what hotel vanessa could be staying at for really cheap or no cost at all?"
she furrows her eyebrows, "i thought you guys knew she was with jordan. why don't you ask her?"
"we don't have her number." i lie.
"well, let's see. from the radio station i got these hotel passes," she looks at the bookshelf, "wait a second.. they're gone!? i swear they were sitting here the other day."
cody scrambles up from the table and runs next to me, "m'am, what hotel were those passes for?"
she looks at us, "the martiott pinnacle.. all the way in downtown vancouver."
that's all she has to say before cody & i are rushing to vanessa's laptop and looking at this place.

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[vanessa's pov]
after a long day of work, they finally release me to go back to my hotel.
i discovered yesterday that my hotel room has a third room. it's spacious & has several chairs spread throughout. the rugs in the room are so soft.
not to mention the bathroom, which is by far the most beautiful. it gives me a perfect view of the city and the water.
canada has been strange, but the people have been nice. damien informed me that their main office resides in chicago and we are to transfer there after my "trip" is over.
they somehow knew this is where i'd come out of all places. i'm exhausted from everything i've learned & everything i've done already.
my mind & body are quite numb, i'm not sure how to feel. i push away any of the feelings that i have at the moment and check my phone.
messages from cody. how do i explain any of this? that's right, i can't. i ignore any messages or calls. i'll be here for two more days & then i'm going back home.
i'd be lying if i said i didn't miss cody.. but i think i might miss caleb even more.
a hot shower will fix everything.. won't it?
i shuffle my shower playlist on my phone and run the water in the shower.
i stare at my reflection in the mirror. i'm going to have to take this bandaging off...
i pull at the edge of it and slowly unravel it.
underneath reveals an ugly wound, it's purple around the edges. bruising from impact, and a red centre from the bullet.
awesome.
i strip down & get in the shower, allowing the water to hit my skin. it runs down me & i feel myself relax.
"alejandro" by lady gaga echoes throughout the bathroom. what a long day.

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[caleb's pov]
cody & i have been looking through everything. it's a pretty safe area & we're gong to call the hotel. him & i may not like each other, but we have something in common. we both care about vanessa & her safety. he's actually pretty funny, though, i must admit.
this hotel is super nice, we won't be able to afford a room. at least we can try to find out what room she's staying in from here.
either she turned her read receipts off or she really hasn't read our texts.
"man, i wish we could go there." cody huffs in frustration.
"i know, but right now we just have to call & hope for the best." i tell him while dialling the number.
"hello, this is the marriott pinnacle. how may i help you today?" a woman says into the phone.
"hi. this is probably going to sound really odd.. but we're looking for someone staying at that hotel.. it's really really important. can you please just tell us if she's still checked in and alive?" i ask as polite as possible.
she sighs, "sir.. that is confidential information.. but, you seem to be desperate. what's her name?"
fuck yes.

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[vanessa's pov]
once i put on a clean pair of clothes, i already feel so much better.
then, my room's phone rings.
i answer, "hello?"
"hello, vanessa." caleb speaks into the phone.
what the fuck? i'm tempted to hang up.. i don't know what to say to him right now. i haven't figured anything out.
"nice to hear that you're alive. would you mind explaining why you haven't texted back or called? cody & i are worried."
you should be...
"i'm fine." i lie.
he scoffs, "bullshit, vanessa.. just.. come back. i miss you."
tears prick at my eyes.. he misses me? he doesn't need this in his life right now.. or any time.
"caleb, i'm alive.. i'm sorry, goodbye." i hang up the phone and lay down in my bed.
i plug my phone in next to me & climb into my bed.

what the hell am i going to do now?

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thank you so much for reading!!! xo

i created damien in my mind as ian somerhalder by the way.

i might double post every day?? i'll try to keep posting daily.

- adrianna