Backwards by ameliamcfloyd (ebook reader color screen TXT) 📕

music. She turned up the radio sat back and enjoyed Train after train her cigarette.
You went all the time, the name "April" and "Marcus" by the head. You could imagine it and wanted nothing.
But both these names and these two questions did not deviate more from her mind.

"Why do they write about themselves and Marc? And above all ... Why? "Wondered Vivienne.

The cigarette flew out of the window directly on the floor. For safety, they opened the door and pulled out the stub with the Gladiatorensandale. Vivienne closed his eyes and took a deep short. Then she put the key in the ignition and drove off in a loud roar.
Half an hour later she was already at the House of Turner - their home. Exhausted she pulled the key from the ignition and shuffled like a zombie to the elevator. Her hairstyle was like now no longer of a Greek goddess, but was completely disheveled.
In the foyer, she walked heavily to the elevator and set it in motion by pressing a button. Inside they then pushed the button for the 50th Floor and sank exhausted on the floor. It was not long since it was already dozing. The ride up seemed like an eternity.

Suddenly out of the speakers came the female voice:

"You are now in the 50th Floor. "

They drove up and ran directly scared of living the gymnast to her room, which was as big as April's entire home.
Vivienne took off his sandals and pulled her tight dress is exhausted from the body. She stumbled yet completely made up on her four-poster bed, which was decorated with a canopy, too. Sluggish and exhausted, she settled into it and fall asleep immediately asleep.
It was around 04:00 am when Celeste and Marcus could dissolve exhausted each other. Both felt as exhausted, but they moved quickly to back. Finally, it should not be long before the first humans would arrive at the rest stop to take a break.

Marcus went on the accelerator to his racing machine to make ready, but other than a hoarse groan was nothing to hear. Only after the fourth time, also jumped on the motor and its racing machine howled loudly. Marcus took his hand from the shifter, in order to alleviate the loud sound of a little Aufheulens.
After the engine had warmed up his racing buck was ready to drive. Celeste rose and continued their journey home. Seconds later she raced home already.

Despite, the already dangerously fast increasing fatigue, Marcus mastered the remaining switchbacks perfectly. However, he failed more Celeste to go home because he was too tired. Acapulco Beach yesterday and today a brilliant party and then wild sex ... That was just too much! He parked his bike on a parking place in front of his penthouse. Both dismounted, took the helmets from their heads and kissed passionately goodbye.

As the fatigue him a little more under his control, he descend Celeste. He did not go to the trouble Celeste home because they only two blocks away from him lives.

"Sleep tight my sweet, see you ...." then he looked at the sky said, "... now back in a few hours." He whispered, his voice unmistakable.

With a wink, he gave her a kiss, wall and walked inside.

It was the last time that he was seen alive Celeste ...
3. First the punishment then the Pleasure

Celeste was now tired but happy home. She had also not far off - there were only a few hundred meters to go. The roads were in spite of the early morning still sail completely, as if it was already 12:00 noon clock. The people around her she perceived at all, so they did not even notice, like a man in a black suit, apparently a successful manager of a company, cursed in their direction as they him in the crush of the midday crowd, his brühendheißen coffee on the apparently had shed new shirt. It took longer than usual for the way to her parents' house. At one time it ran shivers down her spine. It was not shake the feeling of being watched. Celeste looked nervously around, and wondered if she had not even started yet, being paranoid or if there was a real cause for concern. Celeste quickly rejected her, umschwirrende question in her head, and remembered. She pushed her hypersensitivity her fatigue. Too late she realized that she actually followed someone and they are not the imagined. He had long since taken their trail and followed her.

He moved into an unnaturally fast double time, which is not noticed in the crowd. This man had an average size, had a very athletic physique, had steel blue - gray eyes and blond hair raspelkurze. On his body he wore a light dark red sweater, a black, loose, comfortable baggy pants and a couple of dark red sneakers. After a short time he reached them.
She only realized when she grabbed her from behind and squeezed her with his other hand to mouth. Marriage to Celeste knew it, she was already pulled into a side street.
Eyes wide, she recognized the stranger who had pulled in there - it was the bartender from last night!

She wanted to scream, but her voice! He pressed Celeste at the brick with brick wall.

For a brief moment it looked like he was caressing her neck, but he dug his teeth into her neck. He began to suck on and shortly afterwards when Celeste was all black. Celeste lost consciousness.
You could while more and more blood to be picked to hear a comforting passion in his eyes ... and there seemed to be no end in sight.
Every drop of the man seemed to enjoy, which he recorded in itself. After a time, he felt a twitch that emanated from her body. It was this twitch that everyone hears when the last sign of human life are made known. With seemingly renewed energy he let Celeste. Motionless her bloodless body slumped to the floor. He slowly got up to press into the human dimensions. Incidentally, he wiped his face with the sleeve of Celeste's blood from his face.

The bartender again mingled inconspicuously among the crowd, and none of them would even suspect that he has sucked out a minute ago a man.
Like everyone else did it every day, he was also on Broadway in fish shops, sex shops, supermarkets and fast food restaurants past. After some time he finally reached his goal.
He went in a car shop, gave the seller a sign discreetly. Shortly after, we heard how all bolt broke off its hinges and out of the wall, there were signs a heavy, armored door. Slowly and silently opened this more and more.
Michelangelo entered the long corridor and went straight to the rocky steps down. Down there, he changed his pace put us on his serious face.

It is important to him that he continues to be treated with respect. He calmly walked in the great hall, which was completely lined in white Italian marble along.
She is already there waiting for him, Johnny's girlfriend. Friendly smile, she sat cross-legged, she sat on the closed white piano. Outwardly, she gave herself as if she were the rest of the bill itself, but deceptive. Their apparent composure, made him quite restless. Psychological warfare was something that she used always happy and masterful.

"Nice evening before? "She asked, irritated him and was referring to the previous evening.

Michael was not fooled and slowed his pace.
That does not bode well! He froze, waiting! Suddenly she jumped up and pushed him back. Michael flew with a force that would have been fatal to any mortals, against the opposite wall. It had had to break the impression as if the white marble. He slowly sat up and looked at her angrily and waited. She grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

Then she gave him a powerful slap.

"You idiot! Guess what tomorrow will be in the New York Times? WE, YOU are no better said on the front page! AND what's the headline? CELESTE WHINCHURCH TWO BITE WOUNDS found dead! Congratulations, "she snapped at Michelangelo.

Your handprint became apparent on his face and was hard to miss. Reflexively, his head more to the right side, and he felt for his concerned face.

With Mia, it is always better to not go straight to counterattack.

"Ouch that hurt," he replied to her sarcastically.

Mia was his behavior towards her still furious and had to restrain him not to miss another one. Seething with anger and she gave him a piercing look. Mia was beside himself with anger.


"What were you thinking? Are you then completely gone insane? So careless but you can not be that you are equal to steal some of the daughter of Damien Whinchurch, president of Bank of America. If you're lucky you will be able to trace anything on us and we will write that she was robbed by a crack junkie and murdered, "she chided him in sharp tone.

"Since when did you yourself unsure of what will happen? You have the gift to see into the future, about to leave? "Michelangelo drew on them.

She was about to reach back for retaliation, as Ben and Johnny came up to them.

"Who put you up for beaten so? But must certainly have hurt, right? Does your ego probably have to pay tribute? "Johnny said with a loud laugh.

Michael Johnny threw a dirty look. He felt at the moment of his best friend in the lurch.

"Well your girlfriend does not seem to get a grip. She does not appear to whom she has to do it here, "he spat back immediately.

Harry had to laugh really not dominate - which was unsuccessful.

Then he turned to his friend.

"This thing on its left side you missed him?" Her friend asked with surprise.

She nodded and smiled arrogantly to Johnny.

He let out an admiring whistle.

"Good for you! Did not know that she has such a power. "He added.

In the background, Ben turned out laughing. He could hardly stand on his legs so.

"Must be so bad to have to beat up a woman." Mia said mockingly.

And began to laugh too.

When Johnny had regained, was Michelangelo's head tilted down. Late in the evening, Mike made the suggestion to go somewhere where a lot is going on. A goal he had not, but in any case a small fortune in your pocket.

The first address at which they stopped, was the famous from the movie When Harry Met Sally restaurant "Katz", a place that you had to book a week in advance. Even then there was no guarantee to get a table.
But you got to always reserve a place without prior. Why should they? This