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    SLAYER (8)

    “Sorry, babe. Are you ok, Bette?”

    Bette continued removing her weapons and putting them in her duffle bag. She always cleaned them in the garage making sure nothing was left out for Angie to accidentally stumble upon. She put the heavy bag on her back and walked through the house and into the garage with Tina close behind. As she passed the guard at the door she reminded him that Angie was asleep in her room.

    Bette put the bag on the table and began removing them one by one, completely oblivious to Tina. The blonde watched her now more worried than before. She seemed like she was in a zone, completely into the task in front of her. Tina was going to say something but decided instead to leave her alone for a while. She walked back into the house feeling sick. An overwhelming feeling of dread enveloped her. She tried to calm herself down and decided to make them some tea. Bette walked back in to wash her hands in the sink and Tina noticed she had her crossbow strapped to her back; something she never did.

    Tina just watched her. Bette body language was all business, it was as if she were alone in the room.

    “Bette?”

    “WHAT Tina, what!” As soon as it came out her mouth, she regretted it.

    Tina got up from the table and walked into the living room without another word.

    “Shit.” Bette stood by the sink angry at herself and took her crossbow off making sure the safety was on before placing it on the coffee table. She sat by Tina who was now pretending to read a magazine, obviously pissed off.

    Bette reached for the magazine and turned it right side up, handing it back to Tina.

    “I might be a little easier to read this way.”

    Tina threw the magazine on the chair and crossed her arms, still not looking at the brunette.

    “I’m sorry I yelled baby. Really. I guess I’m a little worked up today. I apologize.”

    Tina uncrossed her arms and sighed. “Why are you worked up? Aside from the obvious. What’s different today?”

    Bette stroked her chin. A sure sign she was troubled. “I guess I was just thinking about what happened last night; with your vision.”

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    Comments

    1. I’m on the edge of my chair…Pleasee? don’t let that Denbo bitch took Bette away,don’t let Tina’s vision came true!….please post again dying to know!!!

    2. Gee it seems both of them have the same feeling all morning. Did Tina really put those bruises on Bette? Wow. I’m praying for my two girls and that you see them through this in one piece. Great couple of chapters. I’m so grateful you share your talents with us all.

    3. Your story is incredible! Please save our girls. And I have NO problem if Denbo has to die. Maybe Nadia is just stupid and is still redeemable…that’s up to your of course! Just wanted you to know that this story is one of, if not THE favorite story I’m reading right now…thank you!!

    4. Please don’t let us wait too long. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat and don’t let Tina’s vision come true – pretty please! Love this story.

    5. Hey JB, Another fabulous update as this story rattles along.I loved that Bette and Tina have reconnected their physical relationship as well as talking about their fears and concerns.everything is kicking off so I can’t wiat to read more.Please make it soon.Your Loyal Fan.

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