Life In Perpetual Spin – 02.10


            Jo stirred feeling the drugs in her system. She snapped her eyes open vampire vision taking over as she found her body naked and next to a cold and lifeless Lara Perkins. Jo found she couldn’t talk her throat was constricted and pain filled more of her body than she ever remembered from before.

            “Lara…” She grunted out her whole body trembled, as she muscled her way to her hands and knees on the bed. She touched Lara’s still face she’d been dead for hours. What time was it? Jo looked at the glowing clock that projected on the ceiling. It was 7am.

            “12 hours…” They’d both mentioned 12 hours, it was almost 12 hours. What happened in 12 hours? Jo forced her body to move stumbling to the closet and landing on her ass. She coughed, pure bright red blood spit from her lips. She was dying, slowly and with agonizing precision. Sam was finally gone from her psyche, more than likely Jo had died and Sam hadn’t been able to find herself another willing host.  Rest in peace Sami, rest in peace.

            Jo would be able to finally work the drugs from her system it was just going to take time, a lot of it. She sluggishly got up to her knees, pulling down a pair of jeans and slipping into them. Then a black tee shirt that clung to her body. She found a pair of steel toed boots, remembering the hard kick that C.J. had dealt to her ribs.

            “Where are you two heading too? Who is next?” The only one Jo could think of was Tina.

******

            The phone lines were cut actually they were being diverted to a voice mail that they’d set up. Her cell phone was cloned and Max had it turned off in her pocket. They moved around Tina‘s house to the back entrance. C.J. slid her key into the back door, Jayden’s key.

            “Tina did the hospital call you? Something is wrong with Angel.” C.J. yelled, Max moving to the kitchen quickly and with stealth.

            “Jayden?” Tina asked as she rolled out of bed the young doctor was wearing scrubs. Tina pulled her bathrobe around her body and blinked.

            “Angel? Angelina? What is wrong?” She asked and Jayden stepped up next to her.

            “She’s not going to be coming home. At least not to you.” Tina‘s eyes went wide as she realized her fatal mistake. The small leather strap at C.J.’s hand and she swung hard, catching Tina on the temple.

            “Oh that was good!” Max said from the kitchen with the clap of a hand. Tina falling into C.J.’s arms. C.J. smiled,

            “Why do they always believe me when they think I’m Jayden?” She said seductively and Max laughed. She pulled the single sheet of paper from her small back pack, pulling it out of the paper bag it was in. She laid it on the table, and C.J. moved Tina to it. They rested her hands on the paper, they’d been working on the hand writing for weeks since this all began. They moved her hands over the paper in a few places, thinking that was enough. No one was going to be looking all that carefully anyway.

            “Poor Tina. Naive.” Max said with a sigh, “If only you’d found someone other than Ro to bear your child.” She said softly, and C.J. chuckled.

            “When Lee died, I thought I was dead too. My father, the bastard, driving drunk and killing my baby. He wasn’t better off with his lesbian mother, oh no.” C.J. muttered and Max touched her gently.

            “Baby, don’t worry you have another chance.” Max cooed.

            “I know I do. All because of you. She didn’t even want her, she hasn’t even seen her.” C.J. said with a sigh. The note, a suicide note that describe all of Tina’s bitter longing, and how she whisked her child from the hospital and killed it not saying where she’d left the body. No one would be looking for Baby Angelina Kennard any time soon.

            “In the pool….” Max said with a grin, and C.J. nodded. It was perfect, to leave her floating in the pool. Wrists cut, bleeding into the pool,

            “No, the birthing tank.” C.J. said triumphantly and Max tossed her head back in laughter,

            “Oh to good!” She said, as they moved Tina to the tank. They lowered her into the luke warm water and Max went to get her prescription drugs. They needed it to look good, so she dumped the contents into her hand.

            “Xanax. Lesbians and their drugs.” Max said with a laugh, and C.J. took the woman’s shoe off, sliding the needle between her toes and injecting her. She pushed the shoe back on, hard going when it was wet.

            Max handed her the knife, just a kitchen knife from the block on the counter, C.J. wrapped Tina‘s hand around it to leave prints. C.J. sliced her left wrist, making sure to do it under water so that there was no splatter.

            “One is good enough?” Max asked and C.J. nodded, they quickly gathered their things. And then Max got Tina’s ID from her purse, calling one of the boys on her throw away cell phone and told him the license numbers and the social security number.

            “Be done in 20 Maxie. As good as it gets.” He said on the phone and Max smiled,

            “All set.” Max said, snapping the cell phone shut.

            “Let’s go get our daughter.” C.J. said with a smile, ruffling Tina‘s hair as they walked away.

*****

            Tina Kennard walked into the hospital, wearing baggy jeans, and a long form hiding shirt. A pair of open shoes that showed off her tattoo. She went to the PicU and showed the proper identification, the nurses and even a doctor surprised to see her there. They’d all be convinced that Tina might not ever come to claim her daughter.

            “Miss Kennard, we are so happy you decided to take her home, we were… worried.” Abby, one of the nurses said, Tina‘s blonde hair was hanging in her eyes, and a pair of glasses accented her face. Hair still wet from the quick shower, and the contact lenses were making her eyes red, but that worked in her favor.

            “I was too, I’m starting over. A fresh start.” She said her voice with just a hint of accent. Abby thought that she looked familiar and just blew it off to wishful thinking.

            “Good for you, here is Angelina’s birth certificate and the rest of her papers. She seems to be taking to you Miss Kennard.” Tina caressed her baby girl’s cheek, red and chubby. The baby’s dark blonde hair and dark as night eyes were as close to perfect as she could ask for.

            “Call me Tina.”

            “Tina.” Tina smiled her hazel eyes still sad.

            “Thank you, I have to go. I have something to do, and I need to get my Angel home.” She said, walking out of the PicU and heading to the elevator. She pressed the button and the elevator made its slow crawl up to their floor.

            Abby crossed her arms, and watched the woman, she reminded her of someone all right. Tina turned and pressed the down button and Abby finally made the connection. She ran to cut her off at the elevator but it closed shut. Abby slapped the doors, she ran down the stairs, thinking something was off, so off that it triggered all her red flags.

            By the time Abby got to the parking garage, she was gone.

            “Fuck.” Abby yelled, kicking at the wall, and Jayden Masters got out of her car,

            “Abby are you ok?” Abby blinked, shaking her head. The other half of the equation.

            “Jayden. Were you just upstairs?” Abby blasted her and Jayden shook her head,

            “No. I just got here, what is going on?” Jayden asked.

            “Do you have a twin? I swear Tina Kennard looks just like you. Blonder, and darker eyes. A bit frumpier, if that is a word. Homey and shit but fuck.” Abby swore, feeling duped and Jayden’s mouth fell open,

            “Tell Greene I’ll be late.” She yelled, running to her car, vaulting over the door and into the seat of the car, gunning the engine and tearing out of the hospital parking garage.

            “What the fuck is going on?” Abby yelled.

*****

            Jo stumbled to Tina’s back yard, the smell of blood in the air and she instantly saw her, in the birthing pool, dead. Jo thought it was somehow appropriate. Swallowed back the pain and grunted.

            “Mother fucker.” Jo said, turning away from the blood, and the smell of death, she ran right into Jayden Masters. Just as the warm rain began to pelt them in a soft sheen.

“          Where is she?” Jayden yelled and Jo laughed, pointing over her shoulder and saying in a dark voice.

            “She killed Tina too.” Jo said in a giddy tone.

            “She’s got Angelina.” Jayden said, pushing Jo aside and making her way to Tina, but knew it was too late. The woman was blue and dead.

            “Its what she was after all along. Her and Max.” Jo laughed, falling to the ground, her hands between her spread legs. She was laughing because fuck, she was dead wasn’t she?  Sam was gone, she’d blown Amy off, yet again.  Go back to your ex-husband, Jo thought mournfully.  God, love fucking hurt like a bitch.