****
Elizabeth kicked her
feet up on to Alexis' coffee table, and watched the woman walk hesitantly
toward her. A small smile played across her lips. "You seem surprised to
see me," she said to the attorney.
"I wasn't expecting
you so soon," Alexis said, settling beside her on the sofa. "I take it
everything went as planned?"
"Of course. They bought
the whole thing."
"Well, that's good,"
Alexis said. "Any regrets?"
Elizabeth's face softened.
"I feel bad for lying to Lucky. I wish there was some way around that--"
"Only if you want
to get killed," Alexis said hastily. "You know better than to underestimate
a Cassadine."
"Of course," Elizabeth
said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We wouldn't want to offend the
dear Helena Cassadine."
"Helena is the least
of your worries," Alexis said. "You really should take this more seriously,
Elizabeth. More than your life is at stake."
"Oh, yeah, how could
I forget? Your entire family legacy is resting on this. You precious psychotic
family!"
"This is serious,"
Alexis hissed. "If you want the plan to go as intended, you are going to
have to listen to me, and do what I say." She paused and took a moment
to assess Elizabeth carefully. "No arguments," she added.
"So, what do I have
to do?" Elizabeth asked with a sigh.
"Well," Alexis responded.
"You wanted to know what it was like to be a Cassadine, didn't you?" she
asked. "Well, to really know what it's like to be Cassadine there is only
one thing you *can* do."
"And what's that?"
Elizabeth asked hesitantly.
"Become one."
****
Lucky sat on the floor
at the foot of his bed, the guitar Elizabeth had given him cradled in his
lap. He stroked the wood surface gently, ignoring the tears coursing down
his cheeks. He rocked the guitar in his arms, then heaved it across the
room. He couldn't deny the satisfaction he felt at seeing the wood crack
and splinter when it slammed into the wall.
He stood and brushed
a tear off his chin, then crossed over to the dresser and started to slam
the drawers open. Finally his eyes fell on the item he wanted and he carefully
removed the small pill bottle, clenching his fist around it. Lucky exhaled
shakily and flipped the top of the aspirin bottle, then dumped the contents
into his mouth. The bitter taste of the aspirin filled his mouth with overwhelming
power, and he gagged.
Lucky clasped a hand
over his mouth, then quickly chewed the rest of the aspirin and swallowed.
He wiped away more tears and walked to his closet. He stood before it for
several minutes before finally opening the door. He reached in and withdrew
a small shoe box. He smiled slightly and sat on the edge of his bed, then
began to sift through the pictures and letters in the box. His hand touched
lightly against cold metal, and Lucky grasped it and pulled his hand out
to examine the object.
It was an earring.
Elizabeth's earring. Lucky struggled to remember when she had lost the
earring, but his grief-stricken mind could not recall the time. His mind
was flooded instead with memories from the night she had died. Lucky felt
misery threaten to overcome him as he sank his head into his hands, sobbing
bitterly, and remembered.
****
Elizabeth grinned at
Lucky as they walked out of the club. "Now tell me that wasn't the best
time you ever had," Lucky said, and wrapped his coat around his date's
thin shoulders.
"I had a lot of fun,
Lucky. I already told you that."
"Yeah, but was it
the *best* time you've ever had?"
"Yes, Lucky," Elizabeth
said with a laugh. "It was the *best* time I have ever had. I am *so* glad
that you brought me here tonight."
"I knew you would
be," Lucky said, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Elizabeth gazed up
at him and smiled sweetly. Lucky's heart skipped a beat, and it was all
he could do to keep from crowing in delight. There was such ---trust---
in that look. He felt the same fear that always grabbed him when he was
this close to Elizabeth,a and he pulled away.
"What's wrong?" Elizabeth
asked, sensing his sudden tension.
"Nothing. We should
probably get going," he said and turned away.
"Lucky," Elizabeth
said, turning him around to face her again. "Don't do this. You have to
tell me what's bothering you."
Lucky studied her
face for a moment, then felt himself relax. Her expression alone was enough
to calm his nerves. "I'm sorry," he said as he wrapped his arms around
her waist and pulled her closer to him. He could feel her soft breath against
his neck, and he gently turned her head to rest against his shoulder. "I
don't know what's wrong with me," he whispered, and buried his face in
the mass of curls atop her head.
Elizabeth seemed to
melt in his embrace. She turned her face up to his and traced her finger
across his cheek. "Kiss me Spencer," she said lightly, and pulled him even
closer.
Lucky touched his
lips to hers and fell into a sweet oblivion as the kiss deepened. He ran
his fingers through her hair and absently twirled his finger around one
of the curls, while his other hand remained pressed against the small of
her back. As the kiss deepened, Lucky felt the familiar urge to go further,
but pried his lips gently away from hers. He locked eyes with Elizabeth
and felt the longing grow even stronger.
"Elizabeth," he said.
"Ssh," Elizabeth whispered,
brushing his lips with her fingers. She leaned in for another kiss, but
Lucky pushed her away gently.
"There's something
I need to tell you, Elizabeth," he said. "I know we're young," he continued.
"I just barely turned sixteen. But lately, I've been feeling---I've got
this feeling that we act a lot older than we are," he finished. Elizabeth
watched silently, enthralled by the tone and rythm of his words. He shut
his eyes and tried again to make the words come out. "What I'm trying to
say Elizabeth, is that we feel things that people our age might not ordinarily
feel. I mean, after what we've been through-"
"Oh, Lucky, come on,
get on with it," Elizabeth joked, and Lucky allowed himself a small smile.
"What I want to say
Elizabeth, is that I love you."
Elizabeth stared into
his eyes, tears sparkling suddenly in hers. She smiled and sighed heavily,
collapsing in his arms.
"Elizabeth?" Lucky
asked, slightly concerned.
"I love you too,"
Elizabeth whispered, rubbing the side of her head gently against his shoulder.
A stray curl tickled the base of Lucky's neck gently, but he ignored it
and tightened his hold on Elizabeth. The precious moment was suddenly disturbed
by the sharp crack of erupting gunfire.
"Elizabeth!" Lucky
shouted, and pulled her down with him to the ground. The bullets whizzed
over and around them in a dozen different direction, and Lucky shielded
Elizabeth's body as best as he could with his own. Finally, after an agonizingly
long time, the gunfire ceased and Lucky pulled slightly away from Elizabeth.
She still leaned heavily
against him, but there was something different about the pressure of her
body. "Elizabeth?" Lucky asked, his voice worried and uncertain. "Elizabeth,"
he repeated more firmly, and he lifted her face to meet his gaze. Her hair
had somehow come out of its clasp during the ordeal, and it now fanned
across her eyes and forehead. Lucky brushed it aside and looked into Elizabeth's
eyes.
"Oh, god," he whispered,
and clung tightly to Elizabeth. He rocked her gently, trying to block out
the sound of her low moans and the quiet gurgling in her throat. "Don't,
Elizabeth," he whispered in her ear. "You can't do this. Stop. Elizabeth!
You're scaring me!" Lucky looked frantically into her pain filled eyes
again. He sobbed at the misery he saw there, and shook her gently. "Elizabeth,"
he cried. He shrieked in pure misery as she sagged in his arms, the light
fading from her eyes.
****
Lucky felt his lower
lip start to tremble and fought the urge to break down in sobs. He got
unsteadily to his feet, and crossed again to the closet door. He glanced
at his reflection in the mirror and recoiled in alarm and disgust. He looked
about as terrible as he felt. His red rimmed eyes stood out with horrible
contrast to his deathly white face. He felt a sharp cramp rip through his
stomach and he groaned, doubling over.
The pain abated a
little, and Lucky straightened, suddenly enraged. He selected a semi-heavy
object off of his nightstand and hurled it at the mirror in front of him,
then sank to the floor in a heap. Sobs wracked his body, and after a short
while he succumbed to sleep.
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