The Twisted Tale Of Elizabeth Grey

Chapter 2

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Theo

I've been following her for two months now in this clueless, god forsaken country. I don't see why I have to be the one spying on her and 'Researching' anyway. I'm sure there must be someone willing to do the job instead of me; I have a life you know!

At the moment I'm sitting on the other side of the Diner to her, memorizing her every move. It's all a part of the job. Watch. Listen. Follow. Ugh, humans disgust me. Well, most do anyway, not this one, not like the others. She's different. But that's why I'm following her anyway, isn't it? Because she's different. Special.

I started following her trail about three months ago; I was told I would know which one she was, just by seeing her. I wasn't sure I would get the right human, there are so many of them here in Newsand. But I have, after a month of searching I found her.

She was sitting on a bench by the beach at the time, and I was just walking past. It was quite amusing to me anyway, I was about to give up searching, I was just doing a quick scan of the beach again, then I was going to call it all off. But I found her, or at least I think I did.

I don't know why but I just knew it was her when I saw her sitting on that bench by the beach on that morning, but not just because she was the most beautiful human I have ever seen in my life, even though she was. It was something about the air around her, it was just... Different, in a way. It seemed to show she was different too, you could feel it.

So now, after two more months of following her around, without her knowing, that is, it's getting kind of boring in a way. Not that I'm complaining about her, just the endless walking. She walks around a lot, she never takes the car, just walks. Or if it's a long way she'll take a bus, but it's usually not in a small seaside town like the one she lives in.

Her apartment is on the fourth floor of the tall, red brick building, but then again, almost everything is red bricked around here. The apartment is large and modern; it has two floors to it, the top floor overlooking the open-spaced lounge. She has an office, a kitchen and a bathroom leading off the lounge downstairs and her en-suite bedroom and a guest room upstairs. I have found all this out by following her around everywhere for the past two months, all apart of the job.

She herself is another thing entirely. Her name is Elizabeth Grey, she is 19 and she works in a small café by the pier. She has beautiful soft features and a tall, slim figure. Elizabeth has bright, glittery green eyes and long, silky dark-orange hair that falls in perfect waves about her arms.

Okay, so, the job's not THAT bad, but... it's... complicated. Have you ever fallen in love with someone that you know you can never have, like a celebrity or the popular kid in school? Well, it's kinda like that. Both actually. Because I know I can never have her, and it hurts to be around her all the time, but I can't leave her, that hurts too, huh, she doesn't even know I exist.

There was a loud smash, bringing me back from my thoughts. The waitress had slipped and fallen on the floor a little to the right of my table, her tray and everything on it had clattered towards the ground, causing bits of broken glasses and plates to fly all over the place. A party of Greeks in the middle of the room started cheering, what is it with Greeks and smashing things? I sat there, still a bit dazed from thinking about Elizabeth. Someone ran over to the waitress and helped her up; I still didn't move to help the waitress. "You could help you know!" Said the angelic voice. My head snapped around and I came face to face with no other than Elizabeth.

"Oh, sorry I wasn't thinking clearly." I mumbled, avoiding eye contact with her as I got up and pulled the waitress up off the floor. Elizabeth was picking up the big pieces of glass off the floor and sweeping up the smaller pices with the dustpan and brush that was on the counter. She dusted herself off and then looked up to see who the two people that were helping her were, and couldn't help but stare. Well, what can I say? Elizabeth isn't the only amazingly stunning looking creature in the world; she's the only amazingly stunning looking human. I sat the waitress down on a nearby chair and examined the damage: just a few cuts on her hand but nothing too deep.

"Is there a first aid kit anywhere?" I asked, turning her hand around to look at the back, there was a large cut along the palm, bleeding a lot, she winced.

"Ooh! That's gotta hurt." I said, she nodded. "Well that's gunna need to be bandaged up. So is there a first aid kit here then?" I asked again. Elizabeth had finished cleaning up the pieces, she was tipping the pices in the bin behind the counter top.

"Yeah, I think it's under the counter, but I'm not sure." She said with an Australian twang.

"Got it." Elizabeth said, coming out from behind the counter with a professional-looking first aid box. She handed me the first aid box with a wink, okay... that was weird. Why did she wink at me?

"Thanks." I mumbled as I set it down on the table and opened the box. I cleaned the cuts with disinfectant then bandaged them up properly, putting everything in the box when I was done. "Okay, your done now, they should heal in a week or two if you leave the bandage on." I said to the waitress.

"Thank you so much you two, seriously, I'm always falling over that chair but the stupid thing is nailed to the ground so I cant move it. Thanks for bandaging it up by the way; it was really nice of you..." The waitress droned on and on, diverting her attention away from Elizabeth, I couldn't help but smirk at that. How typical, the girl gives all her attention to the hot guy, ignoring the hot girl that might actually have a chance with him completely, huh.

"... Oh, I really have to get back to work now, thanks again." She finished, and walked back behind the counter to collect another order. Finally, she's gone! But what am I supposed to do about Elizabeth? I can't just go back to sitting at a table watching her, can I? I hate my life.

I got up and walked out of the diner; I'd catch up to her later, without her knowing that is. Urgh, stupid crush, I can't even talk to her without sounding like a complete prick. I know what I can do to get her off my mind! I can go to back to the den and update them on all of this spying crap. Oh wait, that would involve talking about Elizabeth, damn. I guess I'll have to do it some time or another though, wont I? So I'll just do it now and get it out the way.

I stood still on the sidewalk; I closed my eyes and concentrated all my energy into one place, thinking about the den, in the Supernatural Realm.