What happened in Los Angeles

Hamburgers. That was what the minion of the queen of one of the top most prestigious art schools in all of New York bought for Zeke. Hamburgers.

Zeke drained his cup, and went to get a refill, ignoring the churning sensation in his stomach that had come from something other than the fast food.

"So, what was your life like in LA?" Charlotte asked, once he got back. Zeke pretended to think, drawing out a laugh from Charlotte. Now that he had gotten to know her, she wasn't half bad. Despite being a fashion obsessed diva, she actually had a nice personality. "I wouldn't call it perfect, if that's what you mean," Zeke replied. "I had a couple of friends who weren't that nice to others but always did a total 180 when they were near me," Zeke said. Charlotte smiled. "Well that's one thing we have in common," she said, grinning.

Zeke stared at his watch. Almost an entire hour had passed since he had left Ellie- "I should go," Zeke said, getting up. "It was nice to get to know you, though," he said, nodding. "Isn't it considered bad manners in LA to leave a girl all alone with a bill to pay or is it just for us New Yorkers?" Charlotte called out as Zeke left. "Not sure if you noticed, but I'm not a huge gentleman when it comes to things like this," Zeke said, not even bothering to look back.

He headed straight for his car. Yes, Charlotte would lose her ride home, but so what? He had more pressing matters to deal with.

He walked inside his apartment flat, and headed towards the closet, whose doors he had securely bolted shut. He pulled out the shelf next to his bed, and brought forth a gun. He had never gotten around to loading it, but Ellieane wouldn't have to know that.

He turned the three locks on the closet door, and sat down on the bed, which was just a few feet away from the closet. "You can come out now," Zeke said quietly. He really didn't know what to do. Should he get rid of her, in the hopes that his past would disappear along with her?

The door creaked open, and Ellieane stepped out slowly. She had been crying, but had stopped about thirty minutes ago- Zeke could tell from the way the tears were drying off of her dark skin. "Zeke White," she said with a small laugh that was easily seen through as scared. "That's the name you're going with?"

Zeke tilted his head, tapping his finger against the handle of his gun. "Zeke White is my name," he said, putting an emphasis on the 'is'. "Hey, Ellieane," he said with a smile. Her eyes hardened into a glare full of hatred. "My parents will notice I'm gone, and so will my friends," she said, trembling more with anger than fear.

"I doubt that," Zeke said calmly. "Your parents are never home, Ellieane, they didn't even notice you were out wandering the dark streets of LA by yourself until it was too late. I would have thought they would have started caring for you more after that, but I guess I was wrong."

Zeke got up, and Ellieane took a step back, only to step forward again with a look of rage. "And as for your friends, how will they notice anything has happened to you when you're currently back in Milan for a show your father's hosting?" he said, tossing Ellieane's phone back to her.

"What are you going to do, then?" Ellieane said defiantly. Zeke admitted Ellieane had guts. But whether those guts were made up of courage or stupidity, he wasn't sure.

"Are you going to do what your idiotic friends did to me back in LA?" Ellieane said in a defiant voice, though is was clear that she was shaking inside. "First, they were never my friends," Zeke said. "And second of all, I told you to shut up, and you didn't."

Ellieane yelled out in exasperation. "Until when will you not admit that the whole thing was never my fault? You know what? You can keep telling yourself whatever you want- I honestly couldn't care less about the fact that you're a sadistic psycho who justifies every single shitty act he commits by finding someone else to blame it on. I don't care what you do- all I know is I am not going to go out like every other victim who had the misfortune to be born in the same generation as you," Ellieane said.

Zeke tilted his head. "Nice speech. Is that what you did while stuck in that closet?" he asked. Ellieane laughed coldly in disgust.

"Honestly, I would be happy with letting you die here and right now without any further consequences had it not been for the stunt you pulled five months ago. I told you to stay away, remember?" Zeke said, getting up, causing Ellieane to stumble back. He smiled. "Your little army of hired detectives ended up making a huge delay in my plans, and I never got around to carrying the operation out. During that process, I realized I didn't want to live like that anymore, and I moved here," Zeke said, ignoring Ellieane's huff of disbelief.

"So I really don't know whether to hurt you or thank you," Zeke said, taking three quick steps forward. Ellieane had her back pressed up against the wall. Zeke stared into her eyes. He felt Ellieane's breath quicken. Ellieane made a desperate grab for the gun in Zeke's hand, and he let her take it. Ellieane pulled the trigger on him without a moment of hesitation. The gun fired a blank, and Ellieane was left standing there, speechless, with her jaw wide open.

"Hurt you it is," Zeke said, drawing out a short blade and digging it into Ellieane's shoulder.