Lost Executioner (Lesbian Story)

Ashley's P.O.V (Minnesota, U.S.)

It's been roughly 9 weeks, two days and 15 hours since I've last seen Roxy but who's counting? Samantha told me that she was captured by Vampires and that she truthfully had no idea were they took her. Roxy was supposed to get captured and taken to a mansion in England but that never happened, so she hasn't spoken to her since then.

Roxy is alive though. I can feel it. It's like she's with me but I just can't see her. It's like whenever she sense that I'm in danger, a gust of wind stops me from going a certain way or I bump into the same two men every time I'm close to danger. I know that it's her protecting me from this world. Sometimes I want to hurt myself, just to get her attention but I know that she'd only be disappointed in my desperate measures.

I've been staying tough for her, even though all I want to do is break down. She'll come back for me. I can just feel it.

Samantha has eased up on threatening me and now all that we have both been doing is searching for Roxy. I never knew how much Sam cared for her until she was abducted. Sam has been in a frenzy, doing any and everything she can to find Roxy and it makes me a little jealous. I know that she's helping but I want to be the person that finds and saves Roxy. Me. Not the girl that put her life at risk in the first place.

I was currently in Rome with Emily and Ethan, courtesy of Samantha, looking for anything that would lead us to Roxy. This was our tenth trip here, but something always told me to search here. Even when we found nothing, I would always tell them that we were gonna come back in a week or so to look again. I wasn't going to lose track of her so easily, not when I was so close.

The wind took a change in direction and the scent I smelt sent me sprinting in that direction. My feet moved faster and harder than they ever had, but it was all worth it. I could smell her and there was no way in hell I'd lose her again. Crowds of people blocked my path so I had to push and snake through them just to get to her.

The scent was all that I smelt and I was so fucking close to seeing my girl. Yeah I know it's possessive, but I came to the conclusion that she was mine. I would make her love me the way that I loved her.

My heart sank about 15 feet when I arrived at the scent, only to find a man that I knew all too well. He had stopped me from running into a car about 2 days ago but it seemed like he was waiting for me. I walked towards him cautiously, eager to learn more about him.

He wore fitting khaki pants and a soft purple polo. His boat shoes were the same hue of his pants and his hair cut made him look 10 years younger, though his wrinkles and grey hairs gave away his true age. He was a handsome man in his late 40's early 50' s and he was staring right at me.

I sat across from him at his little outdoor table and he looked at me over his coffee cup. Not soon after I took a seat, the second man, who I bumped into a week ago, walked out wearing almost the identical outfit, just a pink shirt. He brought some sweets out and set them on the table before taking his seat next to the first man.

"She misses you." The man in the purple says, his deep voice accompanied by an accent. "She can't meet with you because of.. circumstances, but she wanted you to know that she misses and thinks about you." He continued staring at me over his coffee, occasionally taking sips.

My heart swelled just knowing that she thought about me. For nine agonizing weeks, she had been thinking about me. She even went out her way to protect me from my clumsy and ignorant ways.

"How did you guys know that I'd be here?" I asked them, the grin on my face hadn't disappeared quiet yet.

"She always knows where you are." The man in the pink said, with a softer and silkier voice. His accent was the same as the first man but more relaxing. "We can't stay long or Samantha will have us, so with that we must bid you ado." He says and with that they are both gone, just as Emily and Ethan finally find me.