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Chapter 53 by TheBadger TheBadger

You want the truth, Agent Mulder? You've come to the right place.

The truth is out there. But so are the lies.

Your mind raced so many questions to ask. Where to start? What to open with? You could go for broke and ask about the awakening or would that be too easy. She’d be expecting that. Have lies prepped. How about something related to the folder from Kathrin. Or maybe even about Kathrin herself. It’d be risky though especially if you gave away too much about her. Her history with Brie and Lilly. That’d be semi-safe and probably give you some insight into her. The job offer? Her work? You needed information and at this point even her favorite pizza topping would be more than you had.

“Babe, stop overthinking. Just trust your gut.”

Freezing, you snickered to yourself of course she’d choose to chime in now.

You know hearing voices is a sign of dementia.

So what about you?

Oh I’m just your friendly neighborhood insanity, pay me no mind.


Although you had to add a psychiatrist to your to-do list. Savannah did at least point you in the right direction.

“Who are you?”

Eva rapped her nails on the mahogany desk, her painted lips flashing you a pearly-white smile and with a wrinkle of her nose, she snickered.

“Good to see you are as insightful as I remember. Going straight for the difficult questions.”

“Know your enemy and you will be safe in every battle.”

“But do you know yourself?”

She asked with a sly smirk.


“So you wish to know who I am.”

“Shall we begin like David Copperfield?”

“I am born…and I grew up.”

“Or shall we begin when I was born to darkness, as I call it.”

You turned as white as wonder bread.

“It’s a quote Joseph, Interview with a Vampire?”

You slowly shook your head.

Eva sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Lilly would be so disappointed.”


After a short period of disappointment and a plan for a Vampire-themed movie night. Eva began.

“My name is Eva Black. I was born in Paris, France. I studied for two years at the American University of Paris and then two years at Cockswane College. It was there I met my two best friends, a pair of women I believe you know quite well. In the intervening years I travelled between America and France for my work. I also gave birth to two beautiful baby girls who you also know quite well. After some time I elected to move here to be with my best friends and their loving family. I even got to bear witness to the birth of their wonderful son.”

Eva smiled at you.

“Unfortunately a victim of my own success my company soon required much of my time and even more of my physical being.”

Eva voice strained.

Eventually I opted to bring my girls with me on my numerous travels, this of course came at the cost of separating us from the wonderful little familial unit we had made here. Leaving you, Brie, Lilly, Taylor and Janae all behind.”

Even with her expert camouflage Eva struggled to hide the sadness.

“And so that was life. Work and my girls. Moving city to city and country to country. Until now when my success finally allotted me the opportunity to return home to all of you.”

Not even Satan could lie this good. While you believed every word, you couldn’t help but wonder how much truth was still hidden behind that smile.


“So do you have any regrets?”

“Hard to believe the same little boy who grew up in my lap is asking such toughies. But of course I do, that is life roo-roo. However knowing what lies ahead for me-for us. I do not lose a wink of sleep over them.”

Rolling her neck, Eva let out a long exhale.

“Roo-roo while I love sitting here chatting with you. I know your holding back. Avoiding the real questions you have.”

Eva reached out and wagged her finger in front of you.

“Like I told you as a child, stop dancing around the subject and ask for what you really want.”

Eva’s finger lovingly tapped your nose and you grinned


…knowing just how wrong she pegged you.

…Aw c’mon phrasing.

What she considered avoidance, you saw as more logs for the pyre. You’d take every scrap of knowledge you could scrounge together and use it to fucking bury her. With or without Kathrin’s help.

You’d take her down.

I wanted to make this a funny follow-up question, but no this fucker has to go and be all moody and dramatic. You give me nothing to work with! Nothing!

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