| Eternal Love |
| Nikita walked out of Michael’s office gracefully composed once again and very much aware of her surroundings. The image of the girl watching Michael was still bothering her. Just then her acute her sixth sense told her that she was being watched. Nikita darted her eyes sideways quickly out of habit and picked up a glance of the same shadow she had seen before. Only this time the shadow was watching her. Curiosity and possessiveness got the better of her and so Nikita took off in the opposite direction of the shadow in preparation of putting her plan into action. Nikita secretly smiled to herself a devious grin. 2 minutes later Nikita was at the place of her destination. Behind the shadow girl, who was very much still unaware of an activity behind her. She was still totally focused on watching Michael’s office-for what? Nikita didn’t know but she sure as hell was going to find out. Nikita walked up silently behind the mysterious shadow girl as Michael had taught her to do so many years ago and tapped the girl lightly on the shoulder. The girl spun around quickly with narrowed eyes. The two women observed each other for mere seconds. The ‘Shadow Girl’ was very petite. She had long flowing blonde hair with black streaks in it, pale white skin, and brown eyes. Her makeup was minimal and she had on a pair of black sweat pants and a forest green baby tee. If Nikita had to guess, she would bet her life that she was a recruit. “Who are you?” Nikita asked, as the girl looked Nikita over disapproving. The girl ignored Nikita defiantly and asked, “Who are you that I should tell you?” The girl was obviously naïve Nikita thought. Anyone who had been in section long enough knew who she was and would never talk to someone who outranked them as this girl did. Nikita smiled sadly at the innocence and spunk of the girl that would be lost soon in this place. She reminded her of herself when she had first been recruited into section. “I believe I asked you that first,” Nikita said with an era of confidence. The girl backed down at once when she saw the look of determination, confidence and stubbornness in the older woman’s eyes. “I’m Flavia” the girl said snob like. “Why are you watching Michael’s office?” Nikita continued. Flavia narrowed her eyes, “Why shouldn’t I? He’s mine,” she declared. Nikita smirked. “Oh really? And how did you come to that conclusion?” she asked. “I’ve been assigned to Michael for training.” Flavia laughed sneeringly. “What chance in hell do you have of stealing him away from me?” Nikita gracefully folded her arms across her chest and walked around the girl prey like. “Well…I ‘ve got news for you honey but I’ve been Michael’s Material for the past 5 years so what chance do you have against me?” Nikita laughed mockingly. Flavia went beet red before bellowing, “You slut! You’ll never have him! He’s mine!” “In your dreams!” Nikita hissed before realizing that this girl was not worth wasting her emotions on. Nikita smiled slyly, “How long have you been here?” she asked regaining her composure. “A week” Flavia stammered. “How did you get out of our room?” Nikita asked authoritatively demanding an answer. “Recruits are not allowed out and about unescorted for a full year.” “I’m different,” she sneered. “I go where I want when I want.” Nikita raised an eyebrow as she reached for her phone. “Oh really? Well, we will see about that she said as she dialed a number from memory. “Michel?” Nikita asked. “Oui” the voice answered in the sleek and seductive tone that Nikita never failed to recognize and fully appreciate. Nikita flew into rapid French for a full 2 minutes before hanging up. She raised an inquiring eyebrow before saying “Michael would like a word with you. Come with me please” and she walked off towards Michael’s office with a worried Flavia at her heels. |
| Part 3 |