Meeting the Night by Ash Knight (ink book reader .txt) 📕

stopped fighting, her dad had stopped drinking, they moved to California. They tried to be a family again, Jack had visited her often, being twenty, he had responsibilities, but he tried. They all did. And, for eight years, it had worked, until a month ago, when her parents had died. Now she was back, back in the nightmare town.
She wasn’t even aware she was crying, until a pale hand offered her a tissue. Looking up, she was struck again, by how perfect Vincent’s face was.
“You look like you could use a little r and r. But, what do I know about it? Except that you don’t like this town at all.” He said, his voice making the words a song again.
“Are you stalking me or something?”
“No, I found this place the day we moved here. I come here every night. I didn’t expect to find you here though. I guess it’s just a plus, huh?”
“Actually, this is my alley, pal. So beat it. I practically own this place; I’ve been coming here since I could walk.”
“No one can own an alley, besides, you left.” He protested.
“That doesn’t matter. I’m the only one who comes here, and this place just happens to be part of the reason I came back at all. Now leave. Go play match maker with your parents.” She said, narrowing her eyes.
“And, what if I don’t want to leave?” He asked, his jaw clenched in stubborn pride.
“Then I’ll make you leave. Simple enough for you?”
He laughed at that and sobered, remembering something.
“About my parents, they were only trying to be nice. They do it all the time. Apparently, the words ‘I don’t date’ can’t go through one ear without coming out the other. Either way, they didn’t mean any harm.”
“No harm was done, other then the harm to my pride.” She said, wary of there conversation. She turned and walked toward her car.
“How bad is the damage that was done?”
“Mild. I can pick up my own hot guy, without his parents help.”
“Well, for your information little lady, I can pick up my own girl with out my parents help too. They just don’t seem to get it. Don’t hate me, hate parents who underestimate there kids abilities with other teens.”
“Too late, I’ve hated parents like that for years. I have to blame someone, and your handy, it’s nothing personal, just a bad habit I can’t get rid of.”
“Did you try hating your precious alley?”
“It’s not precious; it’s a hell-hole of bad memories. And I already hate it.”
“You know, I’m not really that bad of a guy. You could at least let me try to prove that much!” He yelled so she could hear him, still at the mouth of the alley, as she walked down the road.
“I could, but that would make things easy for you. And I like to see a guy struggle before he gains my respect, trust, and belief that he isn’t a loser and jerk.” She yelled back, enjoying herself.
“Were you created to murdered guy’s egos or something?”
“Pretty much. Oh, and to be a complete and utter loser at high schools across this great nation.”
“You must be a demon or something.”
“Just call me Simi.” She yelled.
“One date!”
“Why?”
“I like you, you have spunk!”
“Fine, seven tomorrow night. If you’re late I get to punch you though!”
It was raining now, hard. They had to shout over the rain to hear each other, but neither minded, they didn’t mind getting soaked either.
“Seriously? You won’t stand me up, or pull some stupid prank?” He asked, surprised she had given in so easily, which also made him cautious.
“Why would I do that, I like you. You have spunk too. Whatever the hell that is!”
They grinned at each other for a second, then, on a whim, Bree ran back to him and kissed his cheek.
“Seven, and if you’re late, you’re face won’t be nearly as pretty.” She teased, and, before he could catch her and really kiss her, she ran back to her car and jumped in. Speeding off in the general direction of town.


Chapter 5


"Hey, I'm Breanna Anderson. I'm new, sort of. And I need a list of my classes and where they are."
"But, it's Saturday. There isn't any school today." The pretty brunette said.
"I know, but I need to pick up my schedule that way I'll be ready on Monday."
"Oh, ok. Just wait here. I'll go get it."
She walked away, stealing glances over her shoulder of Bree. But, Bree didn't mind. In fact, she didn't mind anything right now. Tonight was her date with Vincent. She had everything she would need ready. She had a pair of black heels, a black jeans mini-skirt, and a tight,black tank top picked out. She had a pair of large silver hoop earrings.
“Ok, here it is. Have a nice evening.” The sunny secretary said, handing her a paper.
“Thanks, later.”
Back in her room that night, she changed clothes and shook her hair a little to make it look kinda messy but also good. When a knock on her door made her jump, she decided to start drinking de-café.
“Come in.”
“Wow, you know, if I didn’t know better I’d say you really had it out for this guy.” Her brother said, he was leaning against the door frame, holding a little black box.
“Whatever man. Did you need something?”
“Just wanted to give you this.” He said, holding out the box.
“What is it?” She asked, cautiously taking the box.
“Just a little something I thought you’d like.”
When she opened the box, she gasped, staring at it. Inside the box was a necklace. It was perfect. The black leather tie held a pendant that was excuisitly detailed and just right for her. It was a silver circle locket, with a carving of Fenris; the giant wolf who swallowed the sun in Norse mythology, on it, the out line of Fenris was filled with onyx, and, since the carving was of his left side, his left eye was a small ruby..
It surprised her that her brother would get her this. It was the one gift she had ever gotten that hadn't been centered on changing her. Her brother got it, got that she wouldn't change for anyone. That she had too much pride to change. And he wasn't going to try.
"I don't know much about you Goth's, but I do know that the casheir at the store stared at me like I was a freak when I bought that. But then again, it could have had something to do with the fact that I was wearing a navy blue buisness suit when I bought it. Either way, I hope you like it. It's a special welcome back gift from me." He said, watching her face.
"I love it, thanks Jack." She said, smiling up at her favorite person in the whole world.
"No problem." He mumbled, looking down.
"So, just for curiosities sake...where'd you get it?" She asked.
"Oh no," He laughed, "I'm not telling you anything. All you need to know is that I suffered grandly." He said, laughing again.
"Fine, have it your way. Hey, can help me get it on? I'm Goth, but I don't have eyes in the back of my head."
"Sure sis'. So, you'll wear it on your date?"
"Course I will. Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know. I'm just asken' 'cause...your date is in the living room with Sally now."
"What! Don't tell me you left them alone together!" She shreiked, staring at her brothers shocked face. "She'll corrupt him. He'll be another copy of you before we make the stairs!" She said, faking an hysterical voice. Laughing as she grabbed her little leather purse and went quickly down the step with her brother following closely behind letting out a string of profanities just for her.


"Hey, you ready to go?" Vincent asked, standing up. He looked gorgeous, even for a guy. He had on his combat boots, black jeans, and a black t-shirt.
The best part of his out fit was the shirt, because his arms were no longer hidden behind concealing fabrics. His arms were amazing, the boy had muscle, but not the bulky kind. You could see the muscles and you could tell that he worked out. But, they weren't bulging, you know, like a body builders would be.
"Yeah, hope my sister-in-law hasn't shown you the light." She teased softly.
"To late for that, not only has she shown me the light, she also taught me of love!" He said, faking a happy, excited, and in love voice.
"Ok, ok. Enough humor at my expense." Sally said.
"Ok, well, we're out of here, later!" Bree said, grabbing Vincent’s hand and yanking him toward the door. Once out side she felt much better.