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Regina
August 14th, 2010, 08:53 PM
Angel sipped softly at her morning coffee. She hadn’t
suffered an experience last night. Thank God. She needed a break
from the gut wrenching fear she suffered each time they came
for her. She could still feel the pain of the needle as it slipped
past her skin, and see the large black eyes staring into hers, as
well as, hear them speaking to her in her mind. Though these
were just memories. Maybe they’d leave her alone for a week or
more, maybe...

Just as Angel finished her coffee and rose to put the cup in
the sink, she heard a knock at the door. Glancing at the clock, she
wondered who it could be at eight in the morning. She had no
close friends, no family left alive that she knew of, and none of
her fellow abductees knew where she lived or even what her real
name was. She shrugged. Probably someone lost or something, she
thought and went to open the door.

Angel opened the door and nearly closed it again when she
saw who it was. Damn! It’s the fed. How did he find me?

“What do you want?” She snarled.

“To talk with you, may I?” He asked, stepping in as if she’d
invited him over for early morning tea.

What does he want now? She felt sick to death of the feds and
all they stood for. She’d dealt with them for several years now
and they weren’t her favorite people.

“Well, just come on in, why don’t you?” She growled angrily.
Why the hell won’t they just leave me alone?

“I know you’re angry. I don’t blame you really.”

Angel saw Darek’s chest move with a deep breath. He really
has great abs! She thought absently.

“Yes, I am. Why don’t you feds just give up? I didn’t kill my
parents, and I haven’t done anything to get myself arrested since
I was sixteen. So, why do you all take such an interest in me?”
She shoved her hair out of her face and over her shoulder as she
huffed into the kitchen to make more coffee. She needed all the
caffeine she could get at this point.

“I’m afraid I lied to you yesterday. I’m not a fed as you put it,
and I’m not a fan of your father’s novels. I’ve never even read
one of them. I just thought you’d be more likely to talk to those
kinds of people.”

“Well, you thought wrong.” Angel turned to him again, after
ladling out the coffee grounds and adding the water to the coffee
maker. “I hate feds, and I hate my Dad’s fans even more. So,
whoever you are, you’ve got about five seconds to tell me the
truth and then you’re out of here, regardless. Otherwise you’re
going to be the one dealing with the feds.”

“I’m an investigator.”

“What kind of investigator?” Angel asked suspiciously.

“I investigate alien abductions. I’m trying to find abductees that have little or no memory loss of their experiences.”

“How did you find me?” She sighed. It was bound to happen
sooner or later.

“It wasn’t hard. While you may use an alias, you fit the
description of the woman known as the Black Rose.”

Fuck! She thought she’d covered her tracks better than that.
He’d probably found the few tabloid photos that existed where
the paparazzi had gotten a shot of her. Most of the photos were
too grainy to really tell if it was her, but for someone with the
right equipment it was possible.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Who’s the Black
Rose?” Better to play dumb than for him to know he’d actually
found her.

“I have an enhanced photograph from a newspaper photo of
you. This is you, isn’t it?”

Angel glanced at the photo and visibly swallowed. It was her
all right, and there was no getting around it. Either this guy was
lying and he was a fed, or he could actually be the researcher he
claimed. But why go through those two different stories before? Why
not just come right out and tell me the truth?

She could smell the coffee. Turning her back to him to give
herself time, she slowly opened the cupboard and took down
another cup.

“Do you take cream or sugar?” Angel asked, still not looking
at him.

“Both.”

Using the ritual of making coffee as a shield, she thought
quickly about what she could tell him and how quickly she
could get him out of her life. She hated researchers who weren’t
abductees themselves almost as much as the feds, but she knew
they had their place and she couldn’t fault him for trying to track
her down. She knew more than many abductees did about their
experiences, but how much can I tell him and still send him on his
way and know that he’ll never be back?