Touch Of The Devil - Chapter 2
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Lana frowned, "I could've sworn that -" she stopped, trying to make sense of what she had seen -- or at least what she thought she had seen, "Oh, never mind."
"Lana, hun, I think you need some rest."
"Yeah," Lana said, "That would be nice."
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Lana awoke to a scream and ran downstairs to find Jace jumping up and down on the sofa. "Oh my god, Lana, we got it!" Jace was suddenly quieter as she listened to the person on the other end of the phone, "Oh... yes, I see... um, yeah. I'll call you back." Jace hung up the phone.
"Why the gloomy face?" Lana asked, "We got the part!"
Jace shook her head, "No we didn't. *I* got the part. You, well, they said you had the moves, but no expression. So I told them I'd have to talk to you first, and -"
"Why would I be upset?" Lana asked, her eyes brimming with tears, "Go for it. This is what you wanted."
"Really?" Jace grinned at her friend, "They said that you're first on their list if one of the other dancers gets hurt --"
"It's ok," Lana said, "I've got better things to do."
There was an uneasy silence, then Lana finally said, "Well, I'm going back to sleep."
"Ok, I have to go meet the other dancers! We're having a big celebration -" Jace cut herself off, "I mean, it's no big deal."
Lana rolled her eyes, "Go have fun, you."
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After Jace was gone, Lana decided to go for a walk.
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"Hey, guys," Kristen said, "I'm going outside to take a smoke." She left the crowded room and was thankful to feel the warm summer breeze against her cheeks.
"Hey Kristen."
"Oh, hey Lana. I heard about you not getting the part. You're a great dancer, that's too bad."
"Only for you," Lana said, grinning mischievously. She shut her mouth, had she just said that?
Kill her.
What was that? Lana's mind raced, had she just thought what she thought she had?
Kill her, they'll never suspect you.
No, Lana tried to fight off the sensation, but even as she frantically tried to resist, her body bent down and picked up a brick.
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Lana awoke in bed, with a disturbing dream resting in her memory. She could still feel the warm blood between her fingers. Looking down she realized that that was because there was blood between her fingers. Running to the bathroom, she vomited, unable to believe what she knew must have happened.
"I wouldn't do that," she said frantically, "No, I couldn't have. I must've... probably... I just cut myself," she realized, looking at her hand. Lana sighed with relief, it was just a dream.
Washing up, Lana went out into the living room to watch TV.
Forty minutes later Jace burst through the front door in tears, "Oh my god... Lane, you won't believe it..."
"Jace, what is it? What's wrong?"
"It's Kristen, she's..."
Jace never finished her sentence, but Lana already knew what she was going to say.
"How...?" Lana asked, even though she knew the answer to that.
"They think she tripped and cracked her head on a brick, oh my god, Lana..."
Lana hugged her friend.
See, I told you no one would find out.
Lana jumped, surprising Jace, "Lanie, what's wrong?"
"I... nothing, I guess I'm just a little shocked... that's all."