CHAPTER 20: A SMALL WORLD...

NARRATOR'S POV.

Emilia placed her glasses by the table side.

She picked up her phone and started going through photos of her son. Lance had turned out to be an outstanding heir without her help. She sighed and switched off her phone. There was something different about him. For some reason, she could sense that girl's aura. She shook off the thought.

"I'm just imagining things." she said to herself.

But what if she was right?

What if that girl was really alive and was finally making her move?

If she was alive, Lance and his new maid could be in indescribable danger!

She stared at the new family portrait hanging above her bed that contained a photo of herself, and Rita her illegitimate daughter.

"Was this really a good choice? Am I a terrible mother? What have I done to Mimi?!" she screamed.

She fell to her knees and started sobbing.

Why?

Why had she chosen this path?

Was Mimi OK?

Sure she didn't love her ex husband but she abandoned her only son.

Maybe her son hated her now.

The thought made her sob even harder.

Just then, her room door and her daughter walked in wearing a worried face.

Emilia quickly wiped the tears on her face.

"Mom? Are you okay?" asked Rita while she cupped her mother's face in her hands.

"I am sweetie, just thinking about something." replied Emilia.

"Well don't think about it alot, I wouldn't want your face to be wrinkled before my wedding day."

"I don't age that easily dear."

Rita smiled. "Mom, your eyes."

"What's wrong with them?"

"I have a feeling that I've seen them somewhere."

"Could be coincidence."

Rita nodded and wished her mom a good night before returning to her room.

Emilia sighed and picked up the phone and stared at Lance's photos again.

Was this really the right choice?.

LANCE'S POV.

Breakfast was good.

School boring.

After school, Gina and I walked home. For some reason, she was being cold towards me. I was about to ask her what the problem was when a car stopped in front of me.

I recognized the car.

I mean, who wouldn't recognize the car that almost killed him?

Gina Johnson stepped down from the vehicle. She wore a black power suit with a white dress shirt. Her hair which was naturally long, was tied in a pony tail style.

What did she want?

"Lance can I speak with you?" she asked.

"Sure, about what?" I asked

"It's private and it's something we have to discuss privately."

I noticed how her eyes darted towards Gina when she mentioned privately.

Gina seemed to notice it too.

I was about to say something but Gina said "Don't come home late."

Before leaving me and Gina Johnson alone.

I wondered what was wrong with her.

"Get in the car." said GJ.

GINA'S POV

Lance could be an idiot sometimes.

I walked home alone and regretted being cold towards him all day.

I shook off the thought. He deserved it!

I was okay with just Tiffany as she didn't seem to be interested in Lance. But, Trisha and Charity seemed to be tough opponents. They both knew Lance longer than I did and I couldn't help but feel jealous whenever they were with him all alone. Heck, now there's Vivian and Gina Johnson. Where do all these girls come from?

What chance did I have?

Well it doesn't matter, I'm just his maid it's not like I had any place in his future.

His mother seemed to like me though.

Speaking of her, I couldn't help but feel like I had met her somewhere else before.

It kept tugging my mind and I started to have headaches.

"Thinking too much is bad for your skin sweetie." said a voice.

I turned and was face to face with Vivian.

Her aura was very different.

Darker than usual, it gave off a murderous intent so strong, that my legs began to shake.

LANCE'S POV

The drive was long and silent.

I studied Gina Johnson as she gripped the wheel. Her eyes seemed to be focused on the road but I could tell her mind was elsewhere.

We stopped at a traffic sign.

"Vivian Collins," she said breaking the silence, "What is your relationship with her?"

I was surprised but Gina George had told me that Gina Johnson seemed to know Vivian. Still I wondered if GJ had any idea about Vivian's death. That is if Vivian was really dead.

"She's my school mate." I said

"What do you know about her," she asked.

"Ah... She's an only child, and 14 years old." I replied

"She's 19 years old." said Gina as the lights turned green.

The car continued to move.

After a total of 20minutes on the road, we finally arrived at our destination.

It was a morgue.

We walked right in.

GJ led me to a room where the dead bodies were kept.

"There is something I need you to see." said GJ.

She asked a worker to help her bring out a casing which was used to store the dead.

The case was opened to reveal its occupant.

It was Vivian.

I wasn't so surprised but the only thing that surprised me was the fact that her eyes were open.

I looked at GJ with questioning eyes.

"Her eyes couldn't close." Gina Johnson said.

"Is this even possible?" I asked while looking at Vivian's cold dead eyes.

"It's not supposed to be possible."

"Why are you showing this to me?"

GJ sighed and asked the worker to place the body back.

"My father told me that she donated some of her blood to you. I didn't believe it."

"Wait, how do you know Vivian?" I asked

"She was my neighbor. I've been living alone for quite some time so my dad doesn't know her. She stayed at my place most of the time because her parents weren't always around and she was a single child. Being 3 years older than her, I was practically her older sister."

"Do you know the cause of her death?"

"Doctor's said she was raped. Police couldn't find out anything. The burial was fixed two days after her death. But was postponed."

"I'm guessing it's due to the eyes being open stuff."

"Yeah. The parents were scared as fuck and couldn't bring themselves to bury her."

I could understand the parents point. But I still had a question for GJ, "Why are you telling me this?"

"When my father told me that Vivian donated her blood to you I was extremely surprised! I didn't know she could bleed let alone transfer blood."

"Wait, how did you know she wasn't dead?"

"On the day of her burial, she came to my house. I was scared but she looked at me very surprised. In fact I think..."

"She doesn't know she's dead."

GJ nodded affirmatively. So Vivian doesn't know she's dead .

"Why didn't you tell her family that she wasn't dead?" I asked

"I wanted to but I saw her corpse and ran a DNA test. The lady in the case is truly Vivian. So I decided to keep quiet."

"Wait, if the lady in the case is Vivian, then who is the other one that gave me her blood?!"

"She's also Vivian. Honestly I don't understand it myself."

"Anything else I need to know?"

"Vivian has a high lust drive. She's not the innocent girl I used to know. She has had her way with me whenever she wanted."

"She's bisexual?"

"Yeah"

"When last did two of you have sex?"

GJ placed her hand on her chin and taught deeply, "August this year."

"She stopped harassing you?"

"Yes. She told me that she had finally found it."

"It? What's it?"

"Honestly I don't know."

I tried to gather my thoughts. High lust drive? Bisexual? Dark aura?

I remembered that after the blood transfer my sex life had changed.

My lust had increased. I was starting to get attracted to Boys but I'm not sure about the dark aura.

Was Vivian's blood changing me?

GJ snapped her fingers bringing my attention back to earth.

"Are you okay?" she asked

"I'm..." I stopped as I saw her in a different light.

My lust was building up. I noticed the sweat drop on her forehead and watched it slide down her face.

I observed her lips. Small but kissable. I stared at her boobs and watched the rise and fall of her chest.

My eyes noticed her hips and thighs which were not too big but shapely.

I heard a silent whisper If you want her then take her...

"Lance? Lance?" GJ tried to get my attention as I walked towards her.

She stepped back trying to keep her distance from me, "Lance? Stop it you're scaring me."

It was like I wasn't listening at all.

Her back touched the wall and she let out a frightened gasped that turned me on. She was taller than me so I focused on her neck and inhaled deeply. Her breathing increased dramatically. I grabbed her chin and made her to face me.

"Stop, please" she said softly.

"You're lying," I said

I kissed her, she flinched and tried to resist me but my mouth over powered hers. Soon she was moaning in my mouth. I unbuttoned her dress shirt down and let my hands slip into her bra and grabbed her hard.

She gasped and tried pushing me off her. I played with her nipples and enjoyed her sounds. I left her mouth and started kissing her breasts.

I was about to suck on her nipples when I felt a slap on my face.

I was back to normal.

I stared at her face and her half naked state.

She had her hands over her breasts.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she screamed.

I touched the cheek she had slapped and started to wonder what was really going on with me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you. It just happened."

She dressed up and said, "Well it's not like I didn't like it but I don't know why you wanted to do it in a morgue. Let's go."

GINA'S POV

"You're lying!!" I shouted as I fell to my knees.

Vivian smiled, "Now why wouldn't you believe me? It's the truth!"

"There's no way it can be true!"

Vivian sighed as she walked away. I didn't believe what she had told me. I couldn't believe her at all! After all she's...

"You're dead aren't you?" I asked.

Vivian stopped and turned to me, "What are you and virgin boy talking about?"

I searched my bag and brought out her obituary flyer and handed it to her.

At first she was shocked but the shock was replaced with a sinister smile.

"I see, that makes my plan a whole lot easier than I thought." she said as she tore the flyer. "If you still don't believe what I told you, ask virgin boy about it."

I watched as she threw the pieces of the paper on the floor. Within the blink of an eye, she was in front of my face with her hands on my chin. She kissed me softly and said, "See you around GG."

She left me alone.

I got to the house and Charity was the only one at home. Lance hadn't come back yet.

After having a shower and lunch, I sat in the sitting room with Charity.

I watched as she read the 48 laws of power .

"Can I ask you something?" I asked

"Sure." said Charity as she placed down the book, "What's up?"

"What do you know about Lance?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, who is he?"

"Lance is Lance. Nothing more nothing less. He's an idiot sometimes but he's actually a sweet guy and good lover."

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean?"