And here's the rest!!!!!!! i don't think that anyone is reading my story anymore........oh well, i am having fun writing it, so i'll finish it up even if no one reads it
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Vaughn sighed, kissed her gently on the lips, trying to make it last as long as possible. Sydney finally pulled away. “Go before I make you stay.” Then added, “and for God’s sake, be careful. I don’t think I could bear losing another person I love as much as you.”
“You too,” he replied, before tearing his eyes away from her, heading for his car.
As Vaughn walked to his car, he pictured Sydney’s face in his mind, her, long wavy brown hair, big dark eyes and her beautiful smile. He got into his car and did his best to focus on where he was going to go. He had some family in Sacramento, he could stay with them for a while, pretending he was on vacation. Not that he possibly could have any kind of a vacation knowing the situation she was in.
Vaughn suddenly slammed on the breaks. What the hell was he doing? He thought. He was actually going to leave Sydney by herself with some crazed madman after her? Another thought came to Vaughn’s mind, if Sloane truly wanted to get to Sydney by killing people close to her, him leaving LA was not going to stop them from finding and killing him. Yes, he decided as he made a U turn, staying with Sydney was the best thing to do.
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“Yes?” A cold, hard voice said, answering the persistent ring of a cell phone. “Yes, everything is going according to plan, once again, she reacted just the way you suspected.” There was a pause as the cold, emotionless voice, listened to the person on the other line. “Very well, I will proceed as planned.”
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“Excuse me?” Vaughn shouted, in a panicky voice. “Excuse me?!”
The receptionist looked up from her magazine, clearly annoyed, “Yes, can I help you?”
“Yes, there was a woman who was visiting a patient in here, Will Tippin, and I can’t seem to find her, did you happen to know where she went?”
The woman stared at Vaughn, “Was she in a wheel chair? Was she bleed excessively? Did she have IVs hooked up to her? I am sorry sir, I only keep track of patients who leave the hospital, not people visiting them.” With that, the woman turned her attention back to her latest subscription to Cosmo and proceeded to ignore Vaughn’s icy stare.
Vaughn gave a grunt of aggravation and turned back to check Will’s room again when he heard an elderly woman speak up behind him, “excuse me young man,” she began, “but I couldn’t help overhearing you conversation.”
“Yes? Have you seen her?” Vaughn asked, a flicker of hope passing through his green eyes.
“Did she have long brown hair, and brown eyes?”
“Yes!”
>>“Nope, haven’t seen her” (AN: haha, just kidding, sorry, I couldn’t resist)<<
“Yes,” the woman responded, “I saw her leave through the front door with a very nice looking man with a British accent. She looked quite distressed.”
Oh God, Vaughn thought, “Did you happen to hear where they were going?”
“No, I’m sorry,” she said, and then added, “but she’s a pretty one, you don’t lose her young man, I can tell she is special.”
Vaughn turned his sad green eyes toward the woman, seeing her for the first time. She had a friendly face, with big blue eyes shining sympathetically on him. Vaughn sighed and turned to leave, “You have no idea.”