201.Gone

Warning: language, blood, violence

Bridgeport, present day

“So this is it then,” Beau growled as way of greeting when he limped into her flat.

Carmen ignored him.

It was week since Bianca and Vladimir’s car accident. A week since her partner in crime suggested she should leave Bridgeport and forget Krisis. But she couldn’t. No, she’d spent a year of her life planning, plotting, scheming to get the love of her life, she wasn’t about to give up now.

She was determined to be with Krisis. But she couldn’t pull it off without Beau. She needed him and she had to try to convince him to change his mind about the truce. And that was the real reason for the meeting, not to bid him farewell like she’d said on the phone to get him to come over.

“Look, just because Krisis saved Vladimir and Bianca, it doesn’t mean we can’t carry on with our plan. You promised he’d be mine. You told me if I killed Leigh I can have him,” Carmen reminded him.

Beau laughed in her face. It wasn’t an amused laugh. It was a scornful sound, and it pretty much summed up his low opinion of her. And it pissed her off.

“You owe me!” She hissed at him.

“I owe you shit, Carmen!” Beau replied as he quickened his pace towards the front door.

Carmen stayed hot on his heels and grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving, “You can’t leave me like this. I love Krisis. And I know he can love me too if that Leigh was out of the picture. Please you have to help me.”

Beau looked like he was considering her pleas, but then he shook his head, smashing her heart to pieces with his answer. “Find yourself another rock star. Krisis will never love you. He never did! You were just a pawn, a way for me to get what I wanted.”

“That’s not true,” Carmen whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Even if it’s not true, I still can’t help you. Krisis came through for me. If it wasn’t for him Vlad would have died in that car since he can’t port any more. And for that I promised Bianca I’d leave him alone. How many times must I explain this to you?” Beau demanded as he walked towards the door.

“But you hate him. He left you for dead, if it wasn't for those hobos you would have died outside The Grind,” she reminded him even though she could see she was fighting a losing battle.

“Yes, I hate him and I do want to see him suffer. But it doesn't change the fact that I owe him everything too, he saved my son’s life,” Beau replied as he walked away.

He was almost at the door when Carmen reached for the knife on the counter. She couldn’t let him leave, and she’d hold him hostage if she had to.

“No, you are not going anywhere!” She lunged for him, but Beau’s reflexes were much quicker than hers.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He demanded as he tried to wrestle the knife from her. She bit his hand, and blindly slashed away at anything she could find. Somehow she managed to scrape his face with the sharp blade.

“You bitch!” Beau screamed as he pushed her off.

Carmen swayed on her feet for a brief second before she stumbled backwards. A sickening sound echoed in the room when her head hit the sharp corner of the dining table and fell to the floor.

“Carmen?” Beau whispered as he watched the blood puddle spread beneath her head.

“No,” he moaned softly as he knelt beside her.

He didn’t bother to check for a pulse. The vacant expression in her eyes, told him she's gone…

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Credits: Special thanks to Karima for fixing some of  the screens in this update. You rock!