Disclaimer: Right, the IDEA belongs entirely to L.J smith, as do all night
World references, but characters Tess and Gabriel belong to me. I may use
NW characters later but I don't know yet.
Hugging her arms to her body in the cool summer air, she took another drag on her Marlboro light. She had needed to get out of that house, it was too quiet, too controlled. Tess lived with her great aunt Hally's family, a nice family but very different from Tess. They were fair, she was dark, they were clever, and she was creative. Her cousin Kathy was the same age, only when Kathy did advanced maths and phoned her friends to discuss boys, Tess wanted to do nothing but listen to music, write and paint. Hally said her music was too loud and would upset baby Jack. Uncle Jon liked quiet and calm, he liked classical music and he did not like Tess's fishnets. He threw her worried glances at the breakfast table, where she drank black coffee and poked at her porridge. Her parents died just when she was 5. She didn't remember much, just a sort of blur of sunshine and rocks and the sound of laughing. She always felt so strange, so out of place, sort of like there was a secret locked inside her and she didn't have the key. The sun was setting over the hills; the end of another day.weeks seemed to blend like paint and every day became a slightly faded photocopy of the last. A week of this was calming. An eternity of it was Dull.
He watched her almost every night. It fascinated him, how she sat there so lost in her thoughts. He knew that she wouldn't notice him, not unless he wanted her to. Watching her reminded him of when he was young. There had been so many questions then.and life in this century was even more complicated, but for some reason he had thought that immortality would eventually answer his questions. It hadn't, the questions still plagued him. At eighteen he had been allowed to leave the Enclave. He liked the human world. So many evils walk the night, so few people notice. Everyone is so caught up in his or her own world. They don't think that there could be a whole other world, noticeable only to those who know to look for the symbol of a black flower. This girl though, this girl confused him. He had followed her here once, thinking he would feed, wipe her memory then leave. Only something had stopped him. Maybe it was her eyes.they way she looked so lost in herself, or maybe it was how she managed to look both strong and helpless at the same time. He didn't know. But he had kept coming here, watching her.
Hugging her arms to her body in the cool summer air, she took another drag on her Marlboro light. She had needed to get out of that house, it was too quiet, too controlled. Tess lived with her great aunt Hally's family, a nice family but very different from Tess. They were fair, she was dark, they were clever, and she was creative. Her cousin Kathy was the same age, only when Kathy did advanced maths and phoned her friends to discuss boys, Tess wanted to do nothing but listen to music, write and paint. Hally said her music was too loud and would upset baby Jack. Uncle Jon liked quiet and calm, he liked classical music and he did not like Tess's fishnets. He threw her worried glances at the breakfast table, where she drank black coffee and poked at her porridge. Her parents died just when she was 5. She didn't remember much, just a sort of blur of sunshine and rocks and the sound of laughing. She always felt so strange, so out of place, sort of like there was a secret locked inside her and she didn't have the key. The sun was setting over the hills; the end of another day.weeks seemed to blend like paint and every day became a slightly faded photocopy of the last. A week of this was calming. An eternity of it was Dull.
He watched her almost every night. It fascinated him, how she sat there so lost in her thoughts. He knew that she wouldn't notice him, not unless he wanted her to. Watching her reminded him of when he was young. There had been so many questions then.and life in this century was even more complicated, but for some reason he had thought that immortality would eventually answer his questions. It hadn't, the questions still plagued him. At eighteen he had been allowed to leave the Enclave. He liked the human world. So many evils walk the night, so few people notice. Everyone is so caught up in his or her own world. They don't think that there could be a whole other world, noticeable only to those who know to look for the symbol of a black flower. This girl though, this girl confused him. He had followed her here once, thinking he would feed, wipe her memory then leave. Only something had stopped him. Maybe it was her eyes.they way she looked so lost in herself, or maybe it was how she managed to look both strong and helpless at the same time. He didn't know. But he had kept coming here, watching her.