“You son of a…” It was the same man that had murdered McDuff.
“I wouldn’t be calling me names Mr. Vaughn. Your in no position to insult me.” He pulled Jenna’s head back, ready to end her young life without mercy.
“Stop.” Vaughn said. The man looked up at him. “You want a victim, try me.”
Amy looked at her son nervously as she stood next to him.
“You’re willing to die for this little girl?” The man asked in a British accent. He smiled smugly.
“No, I’m willing to kill you for her.”
I though its sark 2!!!mariam said:Cliffhanger?!!!! Noooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!! :angry: :angry:
British accent? please, tell me that man isn't Sark because I HATE him.
What are you waiting for, Vaughn? Just KILL HIM!!!!!!!! :lol:
Please, update soon because I'm dying here!
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Staring into the young girls eyes, Vaughn felt an immediate connection. Part of him didn’t even have to ask, he knew where this girl fit in, but he was still amazed. The little girl just stared at him in awe. He wasn’t sure if it was because perhaps that he looked so much like her father, or perhaps she just didn’t know who he was.
Vaughn slowly stood up from the couch and stood about ten feet in front of her. Amy watched the two of them just stare at each other without interrupting such a moment.
“Michael.” His name tumbled out of her mouth softly as she yielded her fluffy teddy bear at her side. His eyes grew soft and she could read his silent confirmation. It was a bond between a brother and a sister.
She immediately dropped her bear on the floor and ran towards him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him as tight as she could, afraid that if she let go she’d never see him again.
Vaughn laid his hands in her hair and held her head to his stomach as hugged him tighter.
William Vaughn turned around for the first time and squinted through the semi-dark room. Once his eyes connected with Michael’s the pile of wood he was holding dropped to the hardwood floor, causing Jenna to jump.
“What are you doing? What are you doing here?” He asked slightly shocked.
“It’s good to see you too, dad.” Vaughn said sarcastically.
“Were you followed?” William asked as he moved towards the windows.
“Good job, son. You’re about to get your family killed.” William said as he stood up. He grabbed the shotgun from above the fireplace and grabbed some shells behind the picture frame on the mantel. He began loading it.
“You’re willing to die for this little girl?” The man asked in a British accent. He smiled smugly.