I closed the door behind me and found the stairs at the end of the hall. The house was definitely run-down but still seemed in decent enough condition. I made my way down the stairs and saw that it lead to the front door. I made a left at the bottom of the stairway to find the kitchen.
Well at least he wasn't lying about that, I was still worried he had lied about other people being here so I was still cautious. I opened up the cabinets to find snacks like chips and pretzels. Well, at least it is food. I opened up a bag of Hays chips and started eating it while stuffing the rest of the "food" into my arms.
It really did seem like there was no one here so I calmed down a bit and made my way to the front door. Outside of the house was a black van parked on the side of a dirt road outside of the house. It seemed like she was in the middle of the forest.
The car was unlocked, probably because in the middle of nowhere they thought there was no need too, amateurs. The keys were in a cupholder and I quickly found their phones and wallets in the glove department.
I looked at one of the phones and unlocked it by seeing the marks made on the phone screen. I then opened the GPS app to find out the best way back to the Capital, where the Vassey mansion was.
That guy must have really been scared out of his wits because he wasn't lying about their location either, although his answer was vague.
I started the engine and started my way toward to nearest rest stop on the way to the capital. I found that there was a deli about twenty minutes away, so I put the address in the GPS.
The same forest scenery kept repeating itself until the few houses I saw got closer and closer together. I realized that I had never seen such scenery before like this. This thought made me feel a tang inside me. What is this ever since I came back I felt really strange. I brushed it off but something about it still bothered me.
After a bit, I arrived at the deli. The place was your average shady rest stop deli where all the food kind of tastes how gasoline smells, but to my starved body this was a five-star gourmet meal. I was careful not to eat too much knowing that would harm me more, but my stomach still grumbled with displeasure at this decision.
It was still another three hours to the capital so I was careful with my spending, but one problem had to be addressed. I looked up from my sandwich to confirm what I already knew. I had attracted a lot of attention due to my attire. I was dirty, dressed in oversized black clothes, and my hair was a tangled mess on my head, basically, I looked shady af. So after eating I found a convenience store nearby and bought a pair of jeans that would fit.
I paid and then went to the bathroom. I changed into the jeans and tucked the black tee into them. I washed all the dirt off my face and was surprised. Elizabeth looked a lot like me. We both had long straight black hair with emerald eyes. Our bone and face structure also looked similar, one would wonder if we were sisters, if not twins. From what I could remember Elizabeth was extremely sheltered. She almost never went outside in her life, people would even question her existence. This didn't especially bother her because it was the only thing she knew, but if she met anyone new she would be extremely awkward around them.
The problem was her step-mother, see Elizabeth's mother died when she was young and her father waited until Elizabeth was fourteen before remarrying. Her stepmother treated her well before but then she had Phillip. Elizabeth was naive and didn't put the pieces together but I saw it right away from her memories.
Her stepmother Eileen Vassey wanted no competition for her son who was now two years old and blood son of the Vassey family. Elizabeth is the eldest of her father's children was, so of course, she was the biggest target.
I couldn't be sure but I am guessing that the kidnappers had something to do with her step-mother as well.
I brushed out my hair with my hands after washing out all the gunk in the sink.
"Perfect," I said aloud still brushing my hair with my hand, "Now I know my first target." I continued with a small smile.
I was pleased with Elizabeth because her body was similar to mine if you removed all the muscle I had. She also might not have known it because she never really went outside or followed news but we weren't bad looking. That was an understatement. We were gorgeous.
It was an advantage in the word. A pretty face, a charming smile, especially if you wanted to kill someone. As the saying goes, keep your friends close but your enemies closer. As I said before I was good at putting on a mask, so already being top model gorgeous helped that. In fact, many people fell for my charms with just a glance.
Apparently, "my skin was as pale as the moon, my lips as delicately red as roses, my eyes as green as emeralds and my hair as black as night" which created an aesthetic contrast which pleased the human eye, these words were from a love letter I received while undercover. While I recognized my "otherworldly beauty" and the beauty of others I didn't put much thought into it because it was just another tool in my arsenal. Furthermore, I am not one to be charmed by just another pretty face.
It was a useful tool nonetheless and I was extremely grateful for this, I will definitely take back what's yours, Elizabeth!