CHAPTER 5

Dear diary,

        I've been thinking about it for a while and yesterday I came to the conclusion. I don't care about my own life. Because guess what, I have no freaking thing to loose! It makes me feel proud in a way you know, I can throw myself if front of any problem and nothing holds me back. Guess that's what makes me the Keres! Oh, did I tell you it's the goddess of war in Greek mythology? Ridiculous right? Hah!

         Love, Sam.

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It's been three days since the nation shaking murder was the only topic in every existing media of communication. Everywhere she goes, Samantha could hear or see the doomed name Andrew Lee at least once in every five minutes. The police and the detectives were hell bent finding the killer that wiped away the bastard without a single trace of evidence; but only if they knew.

Hail The Keres, hail prosthetic make up; but curse the painful one hour it took to remove all that junk from her face.

She had skilfully magaged to get pass all the CCTV spots except the unavoidable main entrance to the Regency. Sumire had designed the teenage girl like prosthetic make up that was almost similar to the real Celena but not completely though to spare the poor girl some tremendous amount of trouble already making there girl's life a hell.

Sitting on the bar with the Martini in her hands, Samantha was thinking out of old habit about all the other possible ways she could have done the operation more skillfully. Thirty seven times it played in her mind like a movie until Avery broke the chain of her thoughts and disrupted the epic moment of knocking down the manager inside the water supply chamber.

"Shots people! Wo hooooo!"

Samantha was still wondering about the fact how she ended up here with Rapunzel and Bambi. In a significant moment of emotional clumsiness of her life, today, she had thought about giving names to her co-workers of the bakery just like she has one in the underworld, and it never fell short in supplying laughter.

Avery is Rapunzel and Jill is Bambi.

Her lips curved again at the stupid thing they've been rupturing their brain with the whole evening and Avery caught on that.

"Sam! Stop thinking about it!"

That's right, she has told them and they had showered her with all the stupid names in the world.

"About what?"

"You know what I'm talking about!" She begrudgingly drank her liquor.

And Steven is Adolf Hitler.

Samantha couldn't help but laugh sheepishly again. The alcohol was finally getting her.

In the pub too, the same thing was being telecasted on the news channel of the TV screen. The footage of her entering the Regency was being shown over and over again as the only clue so far whatsoever. Also, there was the guy she had driven away from room number 709 and his oh-so bone chilling experience of nearly getting killed by the murdered. Even if the police try to reconstruct her face with the Regency people's help, they can't find her.

She was totally unrecognizable.

"Will someone just turn this off! It's not like that man didn't deserve dying." Jill, the girl of few words, spoke up.

"Agreed." Samantha responded almost immediately.

"But you guys! Isn't that like a psycho thriller movie? I mean the way the job's done, it's so cool! With cyanide poison! I wanna be a secret assassin too!"

Hearing Avery's comment, her eyes lowered and the corners of her lips curled up just a little bit. There was humor, there was mockery, there was irony and there was also pain with countless other emotions in that what a human being can't possibly contain in a single lifetime.

Speaking of cyanides, Samantha flickered her eyes around the arranged bottles in the bar doubting if she wore gloves during the killing.

Yes she did.

"I'm done. You guys want some more?"

"Nyah, I think I've had my fill."

"Me too."

"Although it kinda hurts seeing the alcohol getting wasted in our systems without a hook up."

"Are you serious?" Jill raised her brow.

"It's been five months in the dry spell! C'mon! I need some creamy steamy sex! Ugh, unless one of you wiiling to get laid with me... Oh! We can make it a threesome! Hot, hot threesome...."

"Go home Avery, you're drunk."

"Uh huh."

"Hey Sam, what about you?"

"What?" Samantha asked closed-teeth.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed the sexy piece of ass sitting there looking at you...."

Oh yes. For a while, her tamed sixth sense has been telling her that she's being stared at from the left side of where they were sitting. Her lips curved up in a sleek smile as she looked back.

There he was. Clad in a black suit, with a glass of Martini just like her and the kind of look guys try to groom themselves to get; yet he was naturally pulling it off with his diamond shaped face, jawline like the sharp edges of the radiant stone and shoulder length straight brown hair. The view From where she could see, the man was probably in his mid thirties and... There was no ring in any of his hands.

Samantha watched him with keen observant eyes and concluded that he was the hottest guy she has ever come across in her life.

"Oh my goodness! Sam, it looks like you've scored a century!"

"Shut up."

"What do you mean by shut up? Wait, you're not saying that you're not interested are you? Because, I would definitely.... Hey, are you sexually retarded or something?"

"Shush Ave!"

"No seriously, I have never heard of her having a boyfriend or even an one night stand.... "

"I'm not retarded or anything, I'm just not interested!"

Avery's jaw dropped at that.

"Girl, you seriously are retarded. It's a once in a lifetime man worth drooling over and you want to turn that down?"

"You can go for it."

"I would love to, but he's looking at you, Sam! You know what, I'm disappointed. You are incapable of flirting despite of having this God gifted body and face; and somehow I refuse to believe that. You're a coward, Sam just admit it."

Samantha hid the flex in her jaw as those words escaped Avery's mouth. People call her stubborn,hot headed, freaky, even monster but she's not the thing Avery stroke her nerve with. She is anything but a coward.

"Someone's getting serious!"

A scoff escaped her throat as Samantha stood up from her seat and flaunted her hair. This night, despite of all the assasin-like-character-obligations, she let her feminine side take over. She's gonna go have her way with a man who's not related to her in any way except a common bearer of prime instincts.

"Give me a scotch." The drink was poured and Samantha took a sip. "Watch me babies.... "

"Fifty bucks for she's totally gonna get laid tonight." Avery spoke up as Samantha rocked her heels away and Jill just sighed ordering for another, deciding to enjoy the show anyway despite of the mind blowing craziness of the only people that she considered as her family.