Nightmare ~Part 22

Better now than never
Anyway, I'm glad she didn't die (: Now I'm curious for more

School really sucks
Thanks girls, and more.. We'll see

wohooo!!! she didn't die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and even better she remembers her attacker!finally! that's great!

Haha, slow down Oly, it's not the end yet

what do you mean?
don't kill my buzz

Just telling you

okaay...

Maybe they'll catch him, maybe he will do something first.. Who knows?

Ermm.. You? Hopefully.. xD

hihi ^^ i was about to say the same xD

Lol xD Great answer girls

Part 15


Alex looked at her. ‘Really? Are you positive about it Nicole?’ Nicole nodded slowly. ‘Good. I’ll get Lynelle.’ He got up, and walked out of the room. Nicole sighed, and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to sleep, she’d been out for too many days, but she was so tired.. She sighed, and pulled the blanket higher. Soon she drifted away into something between sleeping and awareness. The face of her attacker stayed in her memories. His blue eyes burnt in her’s. He smiled evil, and stabbed her again. She felt a sharp pain in her chest and groaned. He disappeared to return again. The dream repeated itself all over again. Sweating, she woke up. She stared at the ceiling. The face formed an image in her head, burnt in her memory, ready to haunt her. Footsteps filled the silence in her room. Nicole turned her head, and looked in the face of Lynelle. Lynelle smiled. ‘Hey baby girl. How are you now?’ Lynelle was around the fifty. Her face got deeper lines around her eyes and mouth, and her gray hair was tied in a braid. ‘I’ve been better..’ Nicole said, and grimaced when she tried to sit. Lynelle stood next to her bed, and pushed her gentle back down. ‘Take it easy ok? I can work while you lay down, don’t worry.’ She winked, and sat down in a chair. Nicole turned her head to her. Lynelle took her sketch block, and a pencil. ‘Good, I’m all set.’ Nicole sighed, and looked at the ceiling. ‘He has a square shaped jaw, and chin, a long nose, thin lips, in a hard line. His eyes look angry, above them thick eyebrows. He had a beard from three days, and blue eyes. They were cold.. hateful.. He had dark hair.. Maybe brown? I’m not sure..’ Lynelle nodded, and continued drawing. Nicole looked at her. ‘Lyn? Can.. can I ask you something?’ Lynelle looked up. ‘Is it normal that he keeps haunting you in your dreams?’ Tears burnt in her eyes. Lyn sat down on her bed. ‘I think it’s more than normal sweetheart. Many victims have the same problem. If you want, you can talk to a psychiatrist, maybe it’ll help you.’ Nicole pulled a face. ‘A shrink? He won’t survive that session for sure.’ Lynelle laughed. ‘At least you can still joke.’ Both women smiled. ‘Good, I think I have a nice drawing of him. He looks rather handsome, yet scary. Well done baby girl, you can be proud.’ Lynelle said. Nicole nodded, and sighed. ‘Take some rest. I’ll tell Alex and Carol how it went, ok?’ She nodded tiredly. She fought against the sleep, but soon drifted away in a dreamless sleep.

Lynelle walked outside, looking at her sketch once more. Alex looked up when she sat down next to him, and sat back right on his chair. ‘Fell asleep, huh?’ Lynelle said, and pulled the corner of her lips up as a sort of smile. ‘Sort of yeah..’ Alex answered, and rubbed his eyes. ‘Good.. Nicole’s asleep now, which is good. She has an excellent memory.’ Lynelle gave him the block with the drawing. Far away in his head he heard a bell ringing. That guy was familiar, but he couldn’t place it.. He rubbed his neck. ‘Thanks Lyn. I’ll give it to Carol.’ Lynelle nodded, and got up. ‘Take care, ok?’ He nodded, and she left. Alex got up, and left the hospital. It was late in the afternoon. He unlocked his car, and got in. Time for Elena’s fabulous cooking. He smiled crookedly, and took off.

Great part

Thank you Katja

oh that's great! we are on a good way! i hope he remembers him!

Maybe

Now I'm wondering if Alex can remember him...
Anyway, great part!

Hahaha xD
Thanks Heli

Nice part!!! Hope he remembers him hihihihi!!!

Part 16


Alex was sitting on their bed, his back resting against the headboard, the case file spread out over the blanket. He didn’t look at the papers, only at the drawing in his hand. The eyes looked at him, the drawing seemed to live. He knew this guy, and yet he didn’t.. Elena walked back inside. ‘Are you still looking at that drawing?’ Alex looked up. Elena walked to him, and sat down on the edge. ‘I know I shouldn’t Elle, but I finally have a face to blame.. First it was just a ghost..’ Elle nodded, and laid a hand on his leg. ‘I understand it cariño, but you shouldn’t let that ghost take control, ok?’ She took the paper out of his hand, and pulled him up. ‘Come, you need distraction.’ She smiled crookedly. Alex smiled as well, and laid his arms around her waist. ‘Where are you thinking about mon cherie?’ Elle looked in his eyes. Her green eyes tinkled. They always reminded him of beer bottles, or emeralds. ‘Dancing.’ She chuckled about the expression on his face. ‘Dancing?’ She nodded. ‘I can’t dance, you know that.’ He smiled mischievous. ‘Well handsome, time to learn it.’ She said. ‘You really want to teach me, don’t you?’ Elle nodded. Alex laughed. ‘Well, teach me then.’ Elena walked to the radio, and turned a CD on. Spanish music filled the bedroom. ‘Since when do we have this CD?’ Alex asked surprised. ‘Since I came back from Argentina.’ She smiled and took his hand. ‘This band’s from Mexico. They’re rather good.’ She explained while directing his body in the position she wanted. ‘Ok, follow me.’ And she began to dance. Alex smiled. Quietly she sang along. Alex felt how he relaxed. Elena smiled, and closed her eyes. The music kept playing, and both felt calm. After two songs, they just stood in front of their bed, hugging each other. ‘What time is Anthony’s funeral tomorrow?’ Elena asked. ‘In the afternoon, around one. We’ll go to Dory first at eleven, and drive together.’ Elle nodded. ‘Come guapo, bedtime.’ She turned the radio off, and laid down next to him. ‘Come here..’ Alex said, and Elena crawled closer. He reached for the light switch on his night stand, and turned the light of. Alex held her in his arms, feeling her heart beating against his chest, hearing her breathing.. He closed his eyes, and fell in a dreamless sleep.


The sun shone in their bedroom. She stretched her arms, and rubbed her eyes. She felt his arm around her waist, and smiled. Elena turned around and looked at him. For the first time since Nicole got nearly stabbed to death, he slept peaceful. She traced his jaw with her finger. How she loved him.. She closed her eyes, and laid close to him, just feel him.. Elena sighed and thought about the day they met each other. A little smile appeared. It had been a raining all day, and the streets were drowning. It had been dry when she walked out of the building, but as soon as she stood on the pavement, it came pouring down. Within seconds she was soaked. Suddenly it was dry. She looked up, and saw a man holding an umbrella above her. It was plain plastic, and you could see the rain falling on it. The man smiled, and spoke fluently French to her. ‘Where do you live? I’ll walk you home.’ She gave the address, and he walked with her. His name was Alexander, but he told her to call him Alex. Elena opened her eyes, and looked at his face. She’d been in Canada for about six months, and her French still had a Spanish touch. His face kept having the slight hint of his smile. Soon they arrived at her apartment. She unlocked the door, and he just followed her inside. ‘You go and get a shower, put some dry clothes on, I’ll make some hot chocolate for you.’ She just stared at him, but walked into the bathroom. After a shower, she felt better, and walked back into the livingroom, wearing a pink pajama trouser and a sweater from her University. Alex was sitting at the small table with two mugs in front of him. He shove the mug towards her. ‘May I know your name as well?’ He asked, and smiled crookedly. ‘My name is Elena. Nice to meet you Alex.’ Elena chuckled while thinking about that conversation. She kept having the urge to call him Alejandro.. That day was nearly seven years ago. They’d been talking till three in the morning, and he just crashed down on her tiny couch.
Slowly Alex woke up. He yawned and stretched his arms. ‘Morning..’ He mumbled, and rubbed his eyes. ‘Good morning.’ Elena said, and smiled. She got out of bed, and walked into the bathroom, which was next to their bedroom. Her dress was laying on a chair, her shoes next to it. She quickly jumped under the shower. Alex sat up, and went with his hand through his hair. For the first time since the killing started, he slept at least the whole night. He heard Elena sing the latest hit under the shower. He smiled, and got out of bed. Alex opened his closet, and grabbed a suit. The water got turned off. ‘Red or green Elle?’ Alex asked, while looking at his ties. ‘Which suit will you wear?’ She asked back. ‘The anthracite one..’ Alex said, while getting the suit out of the closet. ‘Red then.’ Alex nodded, and took the red tie. Soon he heard the hair dryer, and not much later Elena stood next to him in her underwear. Both got dressed, and went downstairs. Alex made coffee, while Elena got the news paper. In silence they ate breakfast, both reading a part of the paper. Alex glanced at his watch, and swallowed the rest of his coffee. ‘We have to go. Dorothy is waiting.’ They got up, and walked out of their house. ‘Let’s walk there, ok? It isn’t that far.’ Elena said. Alex nodded, and took her hand. Together they walked to Dorothy’s house. They didn’t had to wait long before someone came to open. ‘Hello Alex, Elena. Come in, please.’ Dory said. She looked fragile. She closed the door behind them, and led them to the livingroom. The carpet was replaced, the chair was moved. ‘Nice to see you again Elle. Everyday you become more beautiful..’ Dorothy said with a little smile. Her eyes didn’t join. Elena hugged the woman. Dorothy waved her tears away. ‘Sit, sit. Do you want something to drink? I can make some tea if you like.’ Alex shook his head, and got up. ‘You sit down, ok? I’ll make some tea for us.’ He pushed Dorothy gently down on a chair, and walked into the kitchen. He heard Elena and Dorothy talk.


Around half past twelve, the doorbell rang. Dorothy got up and opened the door. Alex and Elena finished their soup. Soon she came back, followed by four people. Both looked up. ‘This are our children and their husbands.’ Both women had strawberry blond hair, just like their mother used to have. One had green eyes, the other more blue. ‘It’s nice to see you again Alex.’ The woman with green eyes said. ‘Agreed Paulina. I wish it had been under better circumstances..’ They shook hands. The other woman had one hand on her growing belly. ‘Nice to meet you again Alex.’ Alex nodded. ‘I agree Ava.’ Elena got up as well, and stood next to him. The two men stayed more on the background. Alex looked at them. ‘It’s nice to see you as well Dominic and Nathan.’ Alex said. The men nodded. Dorothy looked at her watch. ‘Come, we must go now.’ She sighed, and grabbed her coat. Elena took her hat, and placed the veil in front of her eyes. They all walked outside, and got in the cars waiting outside. It didn’t took long before they all arrived at the cemetery. Everyone walked into the building. It was quiet, as if the birds knew someone would be buried today.
After the ceremony, Alex, Dominic, Nathan and an old colleague from the army, Taylor carried the coffin outside, to the graveyard. The members of his old team were there, together with his comrades from the war in Vietnam. Alex saluted during the last ode from the army to Anthony Girard, while Elena held his hand.

Great part

Thanks Katja (:

Ah, how beautiful part!

Thanks Heli (:

awww that was sooo cute! i loved that part