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Carrie Anderson-Moore ran a hand through her dark hair as she studied her reflection in the mirror. She would never admit to being vain but the fact was that she spent a lot of time in front of the mirror. She had to. She was trying to make her mark in the acting world and looking good was mandatory. No one would want to hire someone who didn't look good. In L.A. such rationalizations for narcissism were easily believed. So for Carrie Anderson-Moore even the short trip from her car to her apartment could not be made without a quick fix up.
Carrie took a deep breath as she left her car. On the way upstairs she quickly checked her mail. All junk. She walked up the three flights of stairs, quickly opened the door, and entered her apartment, blissfully ignorant of the intruder in her abode.
"Leave the lights off," a voice told her.
Carrie froze in terror at the sound of the voice. It wasn't one she was looking forward to hearing. It wasn't one she was expecting to ever hear again.
"Oh my God!"
"God's not going to be much help to you right now," the disembodied voice said as a lamp was turned on.
"Oh my God! I thought you were dead."
"To coin a phrase, stories of my death were greatly exaggerated," the intruder said. "Of course the only person who would think I was dead would be the person who tried to run me over."
"Oh my God!"
"You've said that three times already," Reina said. "Surely, even your feeble mind can manage more than two sentences. Come on over."
Carrie walked over toward Reina, dumbfounded.
"That's close enough," Reina told Carrie once she reached the living room.
"You've made a remarkable recovery," Carrie said.
"Like you're so concerned with my well being," Reina said bitterly. "Cut the crap."
"Look Reina, I don't know what you want…"
"Allow me to enlighten you then," Reina interrupted the mortal woman. "I want you dead."
"Payback time?"
"Something like that."
"You know deep down inside I knew someone was going to come after me," Carrie said. "You have very vindictive friends. And they have very vindictive relatives."
"Yet you didn't bother to hide."
"My parents convinced me to stay close to them. They thought I would be safer. Besides, L.A. is a good place to get into the acting business. And frankly you're such an East Coast snob no one thought you'd bother to come to this part of the country just for a little petty revenge."
"As usual your lack of knowledge when it comes to me is painfully obvious. Proximity for safety's sake," Reina laughed mirthlessly. "Ironic isn't it? I'll let your parents know there'll be one less over for Thanksgiving dinner."
"You'd torture my family that way?"
"Dead is dead Carrie isn't that right? They'd have to find out sometime and somebody has to tell them. Why not yours truly?"
"You'd enjoy telling them in the most tactless way possible wouldn't you?"
"Probably."
"I know you are heartless and vindictive but…"
"You have the nerve to tell me about being heartless and vindictive? You ran down three people in cold blood. Two of us had nothing to do with you."
"You were having an affair with Scott."
"I never had an affair with Scott! We were just friends! How many times must I repeat that?" Reina shouted.
"Oh and I suppose he wanted a divorce for the hell of it?"
"Oh yeah," Reina said sarcastically. "And the fact that you are a overbearing, jealous bitch had nothing to do with it?"
"That is not true."
"My brother didn't do anything to you. You killed him anyway."
"He got in the way."
"He got in the way? That's all you have to say?"
"What do you want from me, Reina?"
"How about some remorse?! God, you are the stupidest bitch on the planet."
"You think it's been easy for me? Everyday I wonder if the next knock on the door will be a cop coming to arrest me."
"I don't give a bloody damn how hard it's been for you. It'll never be hard enough!" Reina pulled out the gun and flicked off the safety.
"Oh my God!"
"I told you God can't help you now."
"Reina please."
"Please what?" Reina asked mockingly. "Please don't hurt you? Please don't shoot you? Please don't kill you? It's a little late to be talking about consideration don't ya think? What about consideration for Ben, or Scott, or me?" She sneered. "Or do you expect me to think about your poor sainted mother who will be devastated and heartbroken when she hears of your death. You didn't consider the Moores or my family. Why should I think about yours?"
"Reina…"
"Shut up!" Reina snapped. She shifted her eyes quickly as she felt the presence of another immortal.
"But…"
"I said shut up!"
Carrie jumped at the knock at the door.
"Don't even think about answering that door," Reina told her.
"Someone's going to get suspicious."
"They're not here for you."
"How do you know?"
"Just shut the fuck up!"
"Reina," MacLeod called form the other side of the door. "I know you're there."
"Go away."
"I'm not leaving."
"This has nothing to do with you. Go away."
MacLeod entered the apartment.
"You left the door unlocked?" Reina asked Carrie incredulously. "Jesus Christ! I should kill you just for being an idiot. What kind of moron leaves the door unlocked?"
MacLeod stepped into the living room placing himself between Reina and Carrie.
"Get out of the way Duncan."
"Reina, you know that this is wrong."
"So is running three people over."
"Two wrongs don't make a right."
"How trite," Reina said. "I expected something a little more original from you Duncan."
"Killing Carrie won't bring Ben and Scott back," MacLeod ignored Reina's remark.
"Think about what it'll do to you. Is it worth the price to your soul to get revenge?"
"Maybe I don't have a soul."
"You know that's not true."
"To hell with that then! All I care about is seeing her dead. I want to dance on her grave."
"If you think she haunts you now, it'll be worse if you kill her. She will haunt you forever. Then you'll never be free from her. She's not worth it."
Reina frowned as she looked from MacLeod to Carrie. She shifted her eyes to both several times before flicking the safety back on and walking out of the apartment.
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