Felina heard the sound of the front door shut as she stepped out of her bathroom, suddenly realizing she was alone in her big, empty town house and for the first time in her life Felina felt afraid to be all by herself. This is the moment Felina decided that it was now the right time to own a dog, a guard dog, a sharp toothed, vicious killer, so she could feel safe in her own home again. With thoughts of the many breeds to select from Felina hurried to get dressed, putting on a little make-up before she grabbed the keys to her sister Serena's BMW, Felina was more than sure her sister would not mind.
Driving over to the pub through the light rain and busy streets, Felina became increasingly nervous, trying to do a few deep breathing exercises to calm down. The mere thought of walking back into the building where she was attacked was just too overwhelming and as she pulled up across the street Felina wished now, more than ever, she had taken a wee nip of courage from a bottle of whiskey. Instilling herself with braveness, her heart and mind racing with recollections of that terrible day, Felina steeled her nerves as she approached the building.
Two workmen greeted her at the door carrying out one of the tables from the bar area, Felina held the door open for the workers, then she stepped in where she saw her real estate agent and an older Italian gentleman, whom was new to the country, and he was delighted to be able to purchase the property. However he was unaware of the crime which had been committed in the kitchen only last week. Felina, nor her agent, chose to divulge this information to their prospective buyer. The three spoke together briefly while going over the contract at the bar, and as she sat signing the many pages of the document Felina kept glancing over at the kitchen door as the workmen went in and out of the kitchen, removing some of the older equipment to make room for the new appliances. Felina kept seeing quick flashes of the horrible scene play out there before her, in her mind, with every movement of the swinging door. Unable to concentrate Felina paused from the proceedings as two of the men were trying to come out of the kitchen carrying one of the long, stainless steel prep tables, Felina jumped up from her bar stool as she went over holding the door open for the men who gave her a welcome smile as they moved towards the front of the building with the heavy table. Here her agent and the new owner went over opening up both of the front doors to assist the workers with their task.
Felina glanced back in the kitchen and there she noticed a huge, open space on the right now that the prep table had been removed. There was something else Felina noticed on the floor, a shiny object beside the base boards in the corner. Felina's heart paused in it's beating for a few seconds as she looked down, her eyes wide in dismay, as she saw a long, rust covered knife, but as Felina looked closer she realized it was not rust, but dried blood, the blood of her attacker, the blood of the serial rapist/murder, the blood of the man who was killed to save her life. Without thinking, unsure why, Felina quickly snatched a towel off the counter, carefully wrapping the 10 inch steel blade up before slipping it into her large purse, unseen by the group of men whom walked back over to the bar. Felina did not know why, nor did she understand what caused her to take this action, but she was aware of a strange feeling creeping up through her like ice water in her veins. Felina knew that she had been sent here, today, at this time, for a reason. She had wondered what had happened to the knife used to slice open her attackers throat with surgical precision, the police had made a less than thorough search and were unable to recover the weapon. Yet here, now, the Fates had wanted Felina to find the knife, and this only served to fulfill the secret desire of her heart, for she had wanted to possess the bloody blade, not for some macabre memento, no, Felina knew deep within her heart and soul this nondescript object was what had kept her alive. The use of it's sharpened edge had saved her life, and so this everyday, normal looking, household item had taken on a special significance to Felina and it was all she could think of as she quickly went through the contract, signing her name in an illegible scrawl, only wanting out of the pub, never to return.
So with that, all the parties satisfied, Felina took possession of the cashier's check made out for a huge amount, thousands above what she had purchased the property for, 2 years ago. As Felina turned to leave she remembered just why she had bought and remodeled the old pub in the first place, and that was so Bengiman would have some place to go when he grew homesick for England, the land of his birth. This made her a little sad, but Felina was growing tired of Bengiman and his constant drinking a cigarette smoking, Felina knew she should have never had an affair with him, but she had felt so sorry for Bengiman. For Bengiman had kept his mouth shut about Teddy's murder, never implicating Xation in any way, shape or form, Bengiman had served 10 long years, of hard labour, while Xation excelled in his life, forming his own successful corporation. Bengiman's sacrifice, and silence, was still greatly appreciated by Felina and her entire family, and he had been well rewarded, but Felina felt having the burden of this business and the memory of what had happened to her was just too great a burden to bear. So Felina bid her agent and the new owner adieu and sped off down the rain slicked street just as fast as she could without getting into a traffic accident.
Felina felt a rush of nervous energy flood through her body like gasoline through the engine of the BMW and within, what seemed like seconds, she found herself in a strange daze back at her house. Felina had raced up stairs slowly taking the knife from her purse. Carefully she placed it on top of her dresser as she gingerly unwrapped it from the white bar towel. Flakes of deep-crimson dried blood fell on to the cloth as she folded it back exposing the stained blade. Felina just stood there, for what seemed an eternity, gazing down at the knife which she dare not touch with her naked hand. Felina was unsure just how long she had been in her room with the knife, the instrument which was used to save her life, but by the time she heard Charles calling up to her, the rain had stopped falling outside her window as the clouds had parted, the sun was shining low on the western horizon as she snapped back to reality attentively wrapping the knife back up, slipping it in to the bottom dresser drawer.
"Felina? Are you up there?" Charles shouted through the quiet house after his long appointment with Xation was finally over.
"Yes!" Felina replied stepping out of her room suddenly over come with a deep abiding grief as tears burst forth from her like water pouring down a mountain. Charles met her half way up on the staircase shocked to see her in such a distressed state, so he embraced her tightly not knowing she had just been reliving the nightmare over again in her head for the last hour.
"Sweetheart, why are you crying?" Charles asked in a soft soothing tone.
"I am just.., so happy to see you." she sobbed uncontrollably.
"It's alright Felina, I'm here with you now." Charles said trying to comfort Felina, who was so exhausted from mental anguish she actually fainted in his arms. Luckily she was thin and petite so Charles was easily able to sweep her up, off her feet, before she could fall and harm herself on the marble steps. With our poor Felina in his safe, strong arms Charles carried her up to her room, where he gently laid her atop her bed. He sat with her a moment holding her hand, straightening out her little sun dress; which had slid up a little on her body exposing her thighs. "Felina? Can you hear me?" Charles whispered nervously as he bent down closer to Felina's face, she looking so peaceful, like a sleeping angel.
"Yes." Felina softly replied as she opened her eyes to find herself in her bed, on her back now, with Charles oh so near. Seeing his ice-blue eyes gazing down at her, Felina was so grateful that Charles was there with her. Felina looked up at Charles with her dark amber eyes full of an imperative, wistful look of distress and suffering. In her great emotional turmoil Felina reached up with her hand softly touching the nape of his neck, pulling Charles closer to her mouth giving him a longing and loving warm, wet kiss.
Driving over to the pub through the light rain and busy streets, Felina became increasingly nervous, trying to do a few deep breathing exercises to calm down. The mere thought of walking back into the building where she was attacked was just too overwhelming and as she pulled up across the street Felina wished now, more than ever, she had taken a wee nip of courage from a bottle of whiskey. Instilling herself with braveness, her heart and mind racing with recollections of that terrible day, Felina steeled her nerves as she approached the building.
Two workmen greeted her at the door carrying out one of the tables from the bar area, Felina held the door open for the workers, then she stepped in where she saw her real estate agent and an older Italian gentleman, whom was new to the country, and he was delighted to be able to purchase the property. However he was unaware of the crime which had been committed in the kitchen only last week. Felina, nor her agent, chose to divulge this information to their prospective buyer. The three spoke together briefly while going over the contract at the bar, and as she sat signing the many pages of the document Felina kept glancing over at the kitchen door as the workmen went in and out of the kitchen, removing some of the older equipment to make room for the new appliances. Felina kept seeing quick flashes of the horrible scene play out there before her, in her mind, with every movement of the swinging door. Unable to concentrate Felina paused from the proceedings as two of the men were trying to come out of the kitchen carrying one of the long, stainless steel prep tables, Felina jumped up from her bar stool as she went over holding the door open for the men who gave her a welcome smile as they moved towards the front of the building with the heavy table. Here her agent and the new owner went over opening up both of the front doors to assist the workers with their task.
Felina glanced back in the kitchen and there she noticed a huge, open space on the right now that the prep table had been removed. There was something else Felina noticed on the floor, a shiny object beside the base boards in the corner. Felina's heart paused in it's beating for a few seconds as she looked down, her eyes wide in dismay, as she saw a long, rust covered knife, but as Felina looked closer she realized it was not rust, but dried blood, the blood of her attacker, the blood of the serial rapist/murder, the blood of the man who was killed to save her life. Without thinking, unsure why, Felina quickly snatched a towel off the counter, carefully wrapping the 10 inch steel blade up before slipping it into her large purse, unseen by the group of men whom walked back over to the bar. Felina did not know why, nor did she understand what caused her to take this action, but she was aware of a strange feeling creeping up through her like ice water in her veins. Felina knew that she had been sent here, today, at this time, for a reason. She had wondered what had happened to the knife used to slice open her attackers throat with surgical precision, the police had made a less than thorough search and were unable to recover the weapon. Yet here, now, the Fates had wanted Felina to find the knife, and this only served to fulfill the secret desire of her heart, for she had wanted to possess the bloody blade, not for some macabre memento, no, Felina knew deep within her heart and soul this nondescript object was what had kept her alive. The use of it's sharpened edge had saved her life, and so this everyday, normal looking, household item had taken on a special significance to Felina and it was all she could think of as she quickly went through the contract, signing her name in an illegible scrawl, only wanting out of the pub, never to return.
So with that, all the parties satisfied, Felina took possession of the cashier's check made out for a huge amount, thousands above what she had purchased the property for, 2 years ago. As Felina turned to leave she remembered just why she had bought and remodeled the old pub in the first place, and that was so Bengiman would have some place to go when he grew homesick for England, the land of his birth. This made her a little sad, but Felina was growing tired of Bengiman and his constant drinking a cigarette smoking, Felina knew she should have never had an affair with him, but she had felt so sorry for Bengiman. For Bengiman had kept his mouth shut about Teddy's murder, never implicating Xation in any way, shape or form, Bengiman had served 10 long years, of hard labour, while Xation excelled in his life, forming his own successful corporation. Bengiman's sacrifice, and silence, was still greatly appreciated by Felina and her entire family, and he had been well rewarded, but Felina felt having the burden of this business and the memory of what had happened to her was just too great a burden to bear. So Felina bid her agent and the new owner adieu and sped off down the rain slicked street just as fast as she could without getting into a traffic accident.
Felina felt a rush of nervous energy flood through her body like gasoline through the engine of the BMW and within, what seemed like seconds, she found herself in a strange daze back at her house. Felina had raced up stairs slowly taking the knife from her purse. Carefully she placed it on top of her dresser as she gingerly unwrapped it from the white bar towel. Flakes of deep-crimson dried blood fell on to the cloth as she folded it back exposing the stained blade. Felina just stood there, for what seemed an eternity, gazing down at the knife which she dare not touch with her naked hand. Felina was unsure just how long she had been in her room with the knife, the instrument which was used to save her life, but by the time she heard Charles calling up to her, the rain had stopped falling outside her window as the clouds had parted, the sun was shining low on the western horizon as she snapped back to reality attentively wrapping the knife back up, slipping it in to the bottom dresser drawer.
"Felina? Are you up there?" Charles shouted through the quiet house after his long appointment with Xation was finally over.
"Yes!" Felina replied stepping out of her room suddenly over come with a deep abiding grief as tears burst forth from her like water pouring down a mountain. Charles met her half way up on the staircase shocked to see her in such a distressed state, so he embraced her tightly not knowing she had just been reliving the nightmare over again in her head for the last hour.
"Sweetheart, why are you crying?" Charles asked in a soft soothing tone.
"I am just.., so happy to see you." she sobbed uncontrollably.
"It's alright Felina, I'm here with you now." Charles said trying to comfort Felina, who was so exhausted from mental anguish she actually fainted in his arms. Luckily she was thin and petite so Charles was easily able to sweep her up, off her feet, before she could fall and harm herself on the marble steps. With our poor Felina in his safe, strong arms Charles carried her up to her room, where he gently laid her atop her bed. He sat with her a moment holding her hand, straightening out her little sun dress; which had slid up a little on her body exposing her thighs. "Felina? Can you hear me?" Charles whispered nervously as he bent down closer to Felina's face, she looking so peaceful, like a sleeping angel.
"Yes." Felina softly replied as she opened her eyes to find herself in her bed, on her back now, with Charles oh so near. Seeing his ice-blue eyes gazing down at her, Felina was so grateful that Charles was there with her. Felina looked up at Charles with her dark amber eyes full of an imperative, wistful look of distress and suffering. In her great emotional turmoil Felina reached up with her hand softly touching the nape of his neck, pulling Charles closer to her mouth giving him a longing and loving warm, wet kiss.
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