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It didn't take long until she reached the end of the no-name bar's parking lot. She spun herself around and watched the sunset behind the trees. She expected the night to come instantly, but instead it was like different shades of blue set out with subtlety.
Being outside after dark was expressly forbidden. That was one of the insane rules Helena remembered from growing up with her parents. If they had followed their own advice then maybe they would still be alive. The thought made her shiver. It felt unnatural for the world to seem so quiet, but Helena didn't care. She didn't care if she lived through the night either. She was done hiding. Spinning on her heels Helena walked into the rickety building.
Once she pushed open the door, she realized she may have over done it. Everyone was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, or some casual get-up. All eyes were on her. There were more people in here than she expected too and she was smacked in the face with the scent of fish.
Helena took an open seat at the bar and sat down. The bartender came right over to her.
"I'm going to need to see your ID," he said.
Helena reached into her purse and pulled out the one she chose for the evening.
"Jane Smith," he said. He glanced back
over at her. "Happy birthday."
"Thank you," she said.
"What would you like?"
Helena didn't think that far ahead. She had never been in a bar before and had no idea what to order.
"Get her a vodka soda water with a lime," a cool voice said.
Helena felt the hairs on the inside of her ears rise. She turned to see a gorgeous man take a seat next to her. He had on jeans and a white t-shirt, but wore a blazer as well. His blond hair was slicked back and his blue eyes were gazing her up and down. He looked slightly older than her, but Helena didn't think he was over thirty.
"Not much of a drinker?" He asked.
"Today is my twenty first birthday," she said.
"I know," he said.
"How would you know that?"
"You dressed up in a town like this, must be a special night," he said. "You're all alone and the bartender said happy birthday. If it was your twenty second you would have known what to order."
The bartender came back with the drinks. Helena's new friend paid.
"Thank you...," she said.
"Thank you Victor," he said.
"Thank you Victor," Helena replied. "Are
you from around here?"
Helena wasn't sure. She moved from town to town, and stayed off the grid. She had to think for a second about what state she was even in at the moment.
"No," Victor said. "I'm not."
He starred straight at her. She watched his icy blue eyes look back into hers. His stare was so intense. Helena knew a handsome stranger talking to her for no reason was good to be true. She recognized right away what he was up to.
"That doesn't work on me," Helena said.
"What doesn't?" Victor asked.
"The trance thing you can do," Helena said.
"What do you think I am trying to do?"
Victor asked. He gave a nervous laugh.
"I know what you are," Helena said. "And I don't care. I thought I would have had a little more time before you came for me, but tonight is as good as any. Can we stay in the bar for another hour or so? Then I will go willingly."
A smile slowly spread over Victor's face.
"I've waited three years for you to come out after dark," he said. "I think I can wait another hour."
Helena nodded her head and turned to look at the rest of the patrons. A girl swatted a boy's hand away. They continued to flirt. It seemed like such a simple life, a life Helena would never know.
The pack pulled up into the dungy motel's parking lot. There were a few cars, but all of them had seen better days. The three black SUVs stood out. It had taken Brooks longer than he thought to track down Rebecca's sister, but he was pretty sure he was right this time.
Unfortunately, the girl had been on the opposite side of the country and Brooks had to fly in to find her.