Lost to Us
"I'm assuming no one's told her yet, am I correct?" Vivian's voice never betrayed the feelings stirring inside nor the thoughts and memories that continued to haunt her. Watching a family, across the street at the small park, that played together and looked so happy; only made her feel this strange emptiness and longing that she had been cursed with since arriving in Neverglade.
"No ma'm, she still thinks her husband is in Bridgeport."
"Hm, isn't that just tragic. Where's Marcus?" Looking up at her protege, she caught a glimpse of surprise in the young man's face as the topic of conversation had been changed, although it wasn't much of one anyways when you're talking to this statue.
"He's at Fisherman Shore, the beach across town. Shall I get him for you miss?" Hmph! Am I truly that predictable? Vivian thought as she took a sip of her chocolate frappuccino.
"Call Erin, I want her at Lucan's house in 10 ten minutes. Once you're done with that, inform my father that I'll be returning with a surprise for him." Vivian was done with this quiet town, she had a funeral to arrange and her party to attend. After his orders were given to him, Damian bowed his head and made sure Vivian got into her car safely. If only she knew the feelings that she brought him. If only. He thought. "Never."He whispered.
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Across Town - Fisherman's Shore
Flashbacks of what happened that night plagued his mind, shutting himself off would be the only option, his cure. The sound of blaring rock music disrupted the once peaceful atmosphere he had at this vacant beach. No one dared to turn up their music to that deafening extent, except his baby sister. He hated that brat to a tee but she was the new "big guy" after he relinquished his title of heir to that monster. Never had Marcus thought that Lucan would just disappear like that.
No one had a clue what happened to him, Marcus and some of the other men went looking for him after he was late for the Council meeting and no had heard a word from him. Instead they found his car still running outside of Bridgeport and blood splattered on the inside of the drivers' side along with a bloody trail outside of the car as well. Almost as if, Lucan or whoever it was in his car, was dragged from it. As much as he wanted to disappear as well, he had to find out what happened to his brother for the sake of his conscience and because Eliana deserved to know if her husband was dead or alive.
"Wake the fuck up, I got a job for you." Turning his head towards his sister, Marcus recognized Vivian's car as the same one his father frequently used in Bridgeport. "Where's your lapdog? Can't he do it?" Marcus was close to grinning as he mentioned Damien and saw his sister roll her eyes.
"Unfortunately, he's in Bridgeport talking to Daddy for me. I want you to check on Eliana and Helen, poor girl doesn't even know her own husband is dead, help them pack. I already know you'll do this for me even if you think you're not doing it for me. " The tables had turned on him and she was right, there was no way he wouldn't go to check on Eliana and Helen just to defy his sister. They needed him.
Finally sitting up Marcus agreed to do the job, "Fine, I'll check on them. I'm guessing you want me to be the barrier of bad news?" There was no doubt in his mind his sister loved chaos and as she nodded her head yes, it only confirmed that notion. As she turned to leave, Vivian, always one to have the last laugh, looked back at her older brother and smiled sweetly at him, "It might just be possible, Helen never lost a father at all...did she?
