Stolen Innocence
Part Eleven
Posted: May 27, 2004
Disclaimer: see previous parts. It's in here somewhere.
Author's notes: Ok, there's good news, and there's bad news. I'll cover each in a minute. First off, I want to apologize for not updating on Tuesday. Things got really busy, and the computer wouldn't read my disk, and I was stressed, so I spent a hour and fifteen minutes reading the latest chapter written by Lisette, for her story Equinexium. It was very...well, it didn't help my stress!
If you wanna know what I mean, then read the story. It's full of LOTS of everything depressing.
Ok, do you want the good news, or the bad news first?
Ok, if you want the good news first, then read this. If you want the bad news first, skip this paragraph, and come back.
GOOD NEWS: I'm updating!!!
BAD NEWS: Lots of stuff here. Let's see....this is the last and final chapter. There shall be an epilogue that I shall post in a couple days. Sometime next week, or the week after, depends on when I snap out of my funk. Second piece of bad news: I'm not gonna get a chance to update tomorrow, probably. Thirdly: We have like...two weeks of school left, and you know how teachers love to pile on extra work at the end? Yeah. I have to read Huckleberry Finn in these two weeks, write at least one more Creative Writing Story, and get through one more French 2 Chapter. And then there are finals. Band...we've already had our concert, so all we have up ahead is the parade on Monday, and the Senior's Last Assembly.
Third piece of bad news, and this effects me way more than it will you, except I might not update in a really long while. My dad is moving to Texas June 1st. I'm in Maine, and he's moving, with his new girlfriend, to Texas. I won't be seeing him until July or so, if we can get down. Otherwise, I won't be seeing him until...Christmas, or even February. I have a feeling you are going to see LOTS more of angsty and depressing pieces from me. But that's probably to be expected.
And final piece of news, there's been a serious decline in reviews. I'm sorry if some of you don't have the time to take ten seconds, click the Send Review button, and tell me you're there, but at the moment, with everything going on, I really need your support. And this goes for any story of mine you might read. I need to know that I'm putting out for people who actually care. I don't have the super Deluxe Fanfiction.net screen name, where you can tell how many people have visited your pages, because I can't afford it, and...I just would really appreciate it if you would review the stories of mine that you read.
And I know that there are some people out there who are reviewing EVERY chapter, and I love you guys for it. Let's see... Bluie Twilight Star has reviewed almost every chapter, if not every chapter. GidgetGirl has been pretty consistent, but then she was wonderful enough to send me this challenge in the first place.
So I'm pretty much asking if you'd review this chapter! I promise that if I get a ton of reviews, then I'll update ASAP, but otherwise, I'll probably update on Tuesday, or maybe next Friday...
Oh! Willow Fireheart is another great reviewer!!! Sorry about forgetting you!
Reader Reviews:
Willow Fireheart: yeah, where I learned of that poem is from a Lurlene McDaniel's book...um...I don't remember the title, but the girl's name is Ann, I think, and the guy's name is Morgan, she goes to a horse ranch with her father, because she's dying...that was her favorite poem, and I remembered it in time to put it in!!
I did that whole the vampire MAYBE owing Spike money, because I wanted to get across that it wasn't just their imaginations, or just the Master and that lot. Little vampires came back too! And I'm glad you thought the last chapter kicked...arse. I loved writing it. I loved writing this whole story!!
And that it the only review!!!
START OF STORY
The child didn't struggle as they carried her back towards the hellmouth.
The two teens went to run after her, but were quickly engaged by a couple of vampires.
"SPIKE!" Amanda yelled, knowing he'd hear her. She pointed to Ashleigh once she got his attention, and the vampire sighed. Stupid bints couldn't stay out of trouble.
He rushed towards the motionless child, knowing he'd be blamed if she was hurt. She was a Summers, after all, and now the littlest. And if he knew anything about Buffy, it was that he had to save the new bit.
When he was about halfway across the huge plateau, the girl seemed to come out of a trance, and began fighting the men tying her back up. "Good girl, bit," he murmured, as she kicked a guy in the balls, unintentionally. Then he heard her scream. They all heard her, even over the sounds of battle. She definitely had a set of lungs in that tiny body.
"ASHLEIGH!" Dawn screamed, turning to look, and the Master sent her flying.
"Damn," Spike muttered, smelling more than seeing the thick blood now streaming lazily down her stomach and legs. He put on a burst of speed, and jumped, sending one of the men holding Ashleigh still into the ever- widening hellmouth. He grabbed the ropes in his bare hands and ripped them to shreds, now in full vampire mode. He kicked two more guys into the hellmouth, and reveled at their screams as they fell into the bottomless pit. Almost like the good old days. "Come on, bit, we gotta get you outta here," he grabbed her, flinging her over his shoulder, and ran once more. The men gave chase.
Amanda and Kennedy, seeing the rescue, rushed in to help him. They still felt guilty about letting her get captured. They took out the four remaining men with ease.
Spike set the child down, away from the battle. He was now covered in her blood. She was shaking, more than likely going into shock. He hesitated, then pulled off his coat, and tore off his black cotton t-shirt.
"This is gonna hurt, little one. I'm sorry," he pushed the shirt against her cut, putting his other hand on her back, she cried out, as he knew she would. In his olden days, he would have loved to hear her scream, but now the sound filled him with guilt and remorse, "We gotta keep your insides in, bit." She nodded, tears streaming down her face.
Amanda and Kennedy rushed over. "What can we do?" Kennedy asked.
"Get all your gal pals and knock those kids out." They nodded, and ran off.
The battle was getting fiercer. There seemed to be a lull from the vampire appearances, which only scared Buffy more, when she had the chance to think upon it. What was gonna come out next? Demon Mayor? Adam? Glory? Or even the First?
Their own battle was getting more dangerous. And closer to the edge. A couple of times, Buffy felt her feet skitter on the loose gravel of the edge of the plateau, but Angel was there to grab her, saving her. But when it was his turn to slide upon the loose ground, she wasn't there to save him. He went over the edge, grabbing for anything to keep his balance, and disappeared. She screamed out his name.
PAGE BREAK
All of a sudden, he was falling. Time seemed to slow, and he was looking at four figures in toga like apparel.
"Your debt has been repaid, night stalker. Do not anger us again." The voice was within him, and without, and all around him. He heard it with his ears, felt it with his body, saw it with his eyes, smelled it on the bloody wind, and he thought it in his mind.
Before he had time to argue, or even respond, or come up with a comprehensive thought, they were gone, and his dead body sped towards the sun scorched earth. He landed with a bone crushing impact, an impact that would kill, and mercifully, he his head cracked against the ground and the darkness pounced on him. He did not feel the excruciating changes his body went through.
PAGE BREAK
Amanda had reached the group responsible for opening the hellmouth. The group of twelve was encompassed by the oldest twelve children, all thirteen years old, except for their leader, a chaste girl of fourteen.
"Don't worry," Amanda embraced her.
"No, it's my blood. The blood pact. It's my blood. This won't stop, can never end until my blood stops pumping."
"I-I can't kill you," Amanda stuttered.
"No, I just need an implement," she took the knife from Amanda's belt sheath. Amanda grabbed for it, but the girl was too quick for the young slayer, sliding the blade over her milky white throat, "Don't worry," she hastened to add, "I die pure, unlike so many..." Amanda stopped the girl from falling.
"No!" the girl slipped away, held tightly in Amanda's arms, "no."
All the conscious castors came out of a daze like trance, many sliding to the ground, the toll of the deep magicks sapping their strength from the small bodies. No more demons came from the blood pit, the Lagos demon crawling from the hole suddenly cried out as it's legs were severed from it's body. The hellmouth, fed on its meal of three men, ceased to grow in size.
"SPIKE! GO! TAKE ASH!" Buffy screamed at him, punching the Master. After Dawn had been kicked away, and was now nursing a sprained ankle from landing wrong, she and Faith had traded. They were both down a team member.
"Fucking bastard!" Dawn yelled, standing on her injured ankle. She figured if Buffy was using her injured arm, when she had been told not to use it for three more weeks yet, then it was ok to do this now, cry later. She punched a stake in to Kokisto's hide. She partially ducked, partially fell as her ankle gave way beneath her, and Faith threw a brutal sidekick, sending the weapon home.
He glared at them as he dusted.
"Incoming, B!" Faith jumped over her, slamming into the Master.
"Go to him," she told her blond counter part, as she took the Master's attention from the older slayer.
"We've got him!" Dawn assured her, standing once more on her ankle. She was glad she had worn a black t-shirt, she thought she had just ripped a couple stitches. But Buffy looked a whole lot worse for wear. Her tight, form fitting black tank top left nothing to be desired in her shoulder area, dried, caked blood wove it's way down her arm, and where the stitches had once been, were only holes. But she didn't seem to notice the pain.
Buffy looked around, nodded, racing for the slope, staking a vampire a she ran.
The 190 or so slayers finished cleaning up, staking vampires, and killing off what demons were left. With the combined strengths of Dawn and Faith, who were both somehow immune to the Master's thrall, they finally managed to slam a stake all the way through his body, killing him once and for all.
Kennedy, a checkered white/red/black haired Willow, Amanda and five other potentials rounded up the last of the humans. The native people had taken a grievous hit, but their slayer was still alive. Those able to crowded around her, making sure she was in fact ok.
"So, what are we going to do with this hole? Can't exactly leave it there." Dawn hobbled up to Willow, who was looking down into the hellmouth. She leaned heavily on Faith, her ankle was now killing her, and with the combined pain from her stomach, it almost blinded her.
Willow's response was to hold up her hands, and begin chanting, "Hecate, Goddess of Witches, hear my call. Seal this entrance to this world; never let it cause trouble again. Hecate, I call thee forth. By the powers of the four Watch Towers, I call upon the power to seal this hellmouth.
"Osiris, God of Witches, hear my call. Bind this entrance to this world; never let it cause trouble again. Osiris, I call thee forth. By the powers of the four Elements, I ask for the power to bind this hellmouth, so that it may never cause a problem for future generations.
"Mother and Father, hear my plea. Protect this world from the evils of others. Seal this once dormant hellmouth, and shield it from those that seek it out."
As she chanted, not only did a crowd draw, but slowly the earth shook, and Dawn could see the two sides growing, knitting themselves back together. With her last words, the earth filled itself in completely, and Willow slumped back. Kennedy went forward to help her stay upright.
"Damn, that was a sweet spell," Willow murmured, leaning heavily on Kennedy. Xander soon came forward, and took half the weight of the witch, as her hair bled white, void of color, and then the red seeped back into it.
Xander gave her a cocky smile, "Good job, Wills. We're proud of you." With a nod to Kennedy, they turned and slowly led the witch towards the way they had come, and down towards the cars, weary slayer girls following them.
PAGE BREAK
"Angel," she breathed, seeing his crumpled form. She knelt before him, taking his cold hand into her own. She was slowly being zapped of her adrenalin, the only thing keeping her going, keeping the pain at bay.
"Let me help you get him to the car. The battle is almost over, we won't have cloud cover for long." Spike stepped over to her, "The bit's in the car. She needs a doctor."
"Most of us do." She stood, shakily, and Spike helped her lift him, and carry him towards the covered jeep. Ashleigh sat in the front, Spike's shirt tied around her waist, to put pressure on the wound. Her head dangled, as she fought to stay conscious.
Buffy and Spike lay his huge mass into the back seat, Buffy climbing in behind him. Spike jut watched her, finally realizing something that he had known for a long time, the thing that had kept his from seeking her out. Her concern for Angel came before all-else, just as her love did. She had never loved him, not as she had loved his grandsire. And the prophecy hadn't chosen him, something that he had known almost from the start. Angel had been working for redemption for almost a century, and his meager deeds could never touch that. When he had touched his grandsire, all this had become clear, for he heard the weak thumping, and felt the meager pulse in his grandsire's arm.
The Shanshu hadn't chosen him, so why in the world, even Heaven and Hell, why would Buffy?
Spike resigned himself to sitting in the front seat while all that gross love was going on in the back seat, and had even shifted Ashleigh's bulk onto his lap, before it started raining. It came down one drop at a time, at first, and then it progressed, in a slow, meandering way, as if the sky was crying.
Slowly, the girls all made it down from the rock, helping the children and those that had gotten hurt. They all filed into the cars silently, and they drove off in the rain, towards the nearest hospital.
END OF UPDATE
In the next chapter, as soon as I get it posted, we shall see then end of this saga, and the great beginning of a new life, and hopefully many more stories. I've already got two new ones!!
Oh, yeah. That's another thing. Anybody Reading A Day with Daddy and other Short stories, there is a new story up, called Rain. You'll see why, once you read.
ENJOY!!
PLEASE REVIEW!
Part Eleven
Posted: May 27, 2004
Disclaimer: see previous parts. It's in here somewhere.
Author's notes: Ok, there's good news, and there's bad news. I'll cover each in a minute. First off, I want to apologize for not updating on Tuesday. Things got really busy, and the computer wouldn't read my disk, and I was stressed, so I spent a hour and fifteen minutes reading the latest chapter written by Lisette, for her story Equinexium. It was very...well, it didn't help my stress!
If you wanna know what I mean, then read the story. It's full of LOTS of everything depressing.
Ok, do you want the good news, or the bad news first?
Ok, if you want the good news first, then read this. If you want the bad news first, skip this paragraph, and come back.
GOOD NEWS: I'm updating!!!
BAD NEWS: Lots of stuff here. Let's see....this is the last and final chapter. There shall be an epilogue that I shall post in a couple days. Sometime next week, or the week after, depends on when I snap out of my funk. Second piece of bad news: I'm not gonna get a chance to update tomorrow, probably. Thirdly: We have like...two weeks of school left, and you know how teachers love to pile on extra work at the end? Yeah. I have to read Huckleberry Finn in these two weeks, write at least one more Creative Writing Story, and get through one more French 2 Chapter. And then there are finals. Band...we've already had our concert, so all we have up ahead is the parade on Monday, and the Senior's Last Assembly.
Third piece of bad news, and this effects me way more than it will you, except I might not update in a really long while. My dad is moving to Texas June 1st. I'm in Maine, and he's moving, with his new girlfriend, to Texas. I won't be seeing him until July or so, if we can get down. Otherwise, I won't be seeing him until...Christmas, or even February. I have a feeling you are going to see LOTS more of angsty and depressing pieces from me. But that's probably to be expected.
And final piece of news, there's been a serious decline in reviews. I'm sorry if some of you don't have the time to take ten seconds, click the Send Review button, and tell me you're there, but at the moment, with everything going on, I really need your support. And this goes for any story of mine you might read. I need to know that I'm putting out for people who actually care. I don't have the super Deluxe Fanfiction.net screen name, where you can tell how many people have visited your pages, because I can't afford it, and...I just would really appreciate it if you would review the stories of mine that you read.
And I know that there are some people out there who are reviewing EVERY chapter, and I love you guys for it. Let's see... Bluie Twilight Star has reviewed almost every chapter, if not every chapter. GidgetGirl has been pretty consistent, but then she was wonderful enough to send me this challenge in the first place.
So I'm pretty much asking if you'd review this chapter! I promise that if I get a ton of reviews, then I'll update ASAP, but otherwise, I'll probably update on Tuesday, or maybe next Friday...
Oh! Willow Fireheart is another great reviewer!!! Sorry about forgetting you!
Reader Reviews:
Willow Fireheart: yeah, where I learned of that poem is from a Lurlene McDaniel's book...um...I don't remember the title, but the girl's name is Ann, I think, and the guy's name is Morgan, she goes to a horse ranch with her father, because she's dying...that was her favorite poem, and I remembered it in time to put it in!!
I did that whole the vampire MAYBE owing Spike money, because I wanted to get across that it wasn't just their imaginations, or just the Master and that lot. Little vampires came back too! And I'm glad you thought the last chapter kicked...arse. I loved writing it. I loved writing this whole story!!
And that it the only review!!!
START OF STORY
The child didn't struggle as they carried her back towards the hellmouth.
The two teens went to run after her, but were quickly engaged by a couple of vampires.
"SPIKE!" Amanda yelled, knowing he'd hear her. She pointed to Ashleigh once she got his attention, and the vampire sighed. Stupid bints couldn't stay out of trouble.
He rushed towards the motionless child, knowing he'd be blamed if she was hurt. She was a Summers, after all, and now the littlest. And if he knew anything about Buffy, it was that he had to save the new bit.
When he was about halfway across the huge plateau, the girl seemed to come out of a trance, and began fighting the men tying her back up. "Good girl, bit," he murmured, as she kicked a guy in the balls, unintentionally. Then he heard her scream. They all heard her, even over the sounds of battle. She definitely had a set of lungs in that tiny body.
"ASHLEIGH!" Dawn screamed, turning to look, and the Master sent her flying.
"Damn," Spike muttered, smelling more than seeing the thick blood now streaming lazily down her stomach and legs. He put on a burst of speed, and jumped, sending one of the men holding Ashleigh still into the ever- widening hellmouth. He grabbed the ropes in his bare hands and ripped them to shreds, now in full vampire mode. He kicked two more guys into the hellmouth, and reveled at their screams as they fell into the bottomless pit. Almost like the good old days. "Come on, bit, we gotta get you outta here," he grabbed her, flinging her over his shoulder, and ran once more. The men gave chase.
Amanda and Kennedy, seeing the rescue, rushed in to help him. They still felt guilty about letting her get captured. They took out the four remaining men with ease.
Spike set the child down, away from the battle. He was now covered in her blood. She was shaking, more than likely going into shock. He hesitated, then pulled off his coat, and tore off his black cotton t-shirt.
"This is gonna hurt, little one. I'm sorry," he pushed the shirt against her cut, putting his other hand on her back, she cried out, as he knew she would. In his olden days, he would have loved to hear her scream, but now the sound filled him with guilt and remorse, "We gotta keep your insides in, bit." She nodded, tears streaming down her face.
Amanda and Kennedy rushed over. "What can we do?" Kennedy asked.
"Get all your gal pals and knock those kids out." They nodded, and ran off.
The battle was getting fiercer. There seemed to be a lull from the vampire appearances, which only scared Buffy more, when she had the chance to think upon it. What was gonna come out next? Demon Mayor? Adam? Glory? Or even the First?
Their own battle was getting more dangerous. And closer to the edge. A couple of times, Buffy felt her feet skitter on the loose gravel of the edge of the plateau, but Angel was there to grab her, saving her. But when it was his turn to slide upon the loose ground, she wasn't there to save him. He went over the edge, grabbing for anything to keep his balance, and disappeared. She screamed out his name.
PAGE BREAK
All of a sudden, he was falling. Time seemed to slow, and he was looking at four figures in toga like apparel.
"Your debt has been repaid, night stalker. Do not anger us again." The voice was within him, and without, and all around him. He heard it with his ears, felt it with his body, saw it with his eyes, smelled it on the bloody wind, and he thought it in his mind.
Before he had time to argue, or even respond, or come up with a comprehensive thought, they were gone, and his dead body sped towards the sun scorched earth. He landed with a bone crushing impact, an impact that would kill, and mercifully, he his head cracked against the ground and the darkness pounced on him. He did not feel the excruciating changes his body went through.
PAGE BREAK
Amanda had reached the group responsible for opening the hellmouth. The group of twelve was encompassed by the oldest twelve children, all thirteen years old, except for their leader, a chaste girl of fourteen.
"Don't worry," Amanda embraced her.
"No, it's my blood. The blood pact. It's my blood. This won't stop, can never end until my blood stops pumping."
"I-I can't kill you," Amanda stuttered.
"No, I just need an implement," she took the knife from Amanda's belt sheath. Amanda grabbed for it, but the girl was too quick for the young slayer, sliding the blade over her milky white throat, "Don't worry," she hastened to add, "I die pure, unlike so many..." Amanda stopped the girl from falling.
"No!" the girl slipped away, held tightly in Amanda's arms, "no."
All the conscious castors came out of a daze like trance, many sliding to the ground, the toll of the deep magicks sapping their strength from the small bodies. No more demons came from the blood pit, the Lagos demon crawling from the hole suddenly cried out as it's legs were severed from it's body. The hellmouth, fed on its meal of three men, ceased to grow in size.
"SPIKE! GO! TAKE ASH!" Buffy screamed at him, punching the Master. After Dawn had been kicked away, and was now nursing a sprained ankle from landing wrong, she and Faith had traded. They were both down a team member.
"Fucking bastard!" Dawn yelled, standing on her injured ankle. She figured if Buffy was using her injured arm, when she had been told not to use it for three more weeks yet, then it was ok to do this now, cry later. She punched a stake in to Kokisto's hide. She partially ducked, partially fell as her ankle gave way beneath her, and Faith threw a brutal sidekick, sending the weapon home.
He glared at them as he dusted.
"Incoming, B!" Faith jumped over her, slamming into the Master.
"Go to him," she told her blond counter part, as she took the Master's attention from the older slayer.
"We've got him!" Dawn assured her, standing once more on her ankle. She was glad she had worn a black t-shirt, she thought she had just ripped a couple stitches. But Buffy looked a whole lot worse for wear. Her tight, form fitting black tank top left nothing to be desired in her shoulder area, dried, caked blood wove it's way down her arm, and where the stitches had once been, were only holes. But she didn't seem to notice the pain.
Buffy looked around, nodded, racing for the slope, staking a vampire a she ran.
The 190 or so slayers finished cleaning up, staking vampires, and killing off what demons were left. With the combined strengths of Dawn and Faith, who were both somehow immune to the Master's thrall, they finally managed to slam a stake all the way through his body, killing him once and for all.
Kennedy, a checkered white/red/black haired Willow, Amanda and five other potentials rounded up the last of the humans. The native people had taken a grievous hit, but their slayer was still alive. Those able to crowded around her, making sure she was in fact ok.
"So, what are we going to do with this hole? Can't exactly leave it there." Dawn hobbled up to Willow, who was looking down into the hellmouth. She leaned heavily on Faith, her ankle was now killing her, and with the combined pain from her stomach, it almost blinded her.
Willow's response was to hold up her hands, and begin chanting, "Hecate, Goddess of Witches, hear my call. Seal this entrance to this world; never let it cause trouble again. Hecate, I call thee forth. By the powers of the four Watch Towers, I call upon the power to seal this hellmouth.
"Osiris, God of Witches, hear my call. Bind this entrance to this world; never let it cause trouble again. Osiris, I call thee forth. By the powers of the four Elements, I ask for the power to bind this hellmouth, so that it may never cause a problem for future generations.
"Mother and Father, hear my plea. Protect this world from the evils of others. Seal this once dormant hellmouth, and shield it from those that seek it out."
As she chanted, not only did a crowd draw, but slowly the earth shook, and Dawn could see the two sides growing, knitting themselves back together. With her last words, the earth filled itself in completely, and Willow slumped back. Kennedy went forward to help her stay upright.
"Damn, that was a sweet spell," Willow murmured, leaning heavily on Kennedy. Xander soon came forward, and took half the weight of the witch, as her hair bled white, void of color, and then the red seeped back into it.
Xander gave her a cocky smile, "Good job, Wills. We're proud of you." With a nod to Kennedy, they turned and slowly led the witch towards the way they had come, and down towards the cars, weary slayer girls following them.
PAGE BREAK
"Angel," she breathed, seeing his crumpled form. She knelt before him, taking his cold hand into her own. She was slowly being zapped of her adrenalin, the only thing keeping her going, keeping the pain at bay.
"Let me help you get him to the car. The battle is almost over, we won't have cloud cover for long." Spike stepped over to her, "The bit's in the car. She needs a doctor."
"Most of us do." She stood, shakily, and Spike helped her lift him, and carry him towards the covered jeep. Ashleigh sat in the front, Spike's shirt tied around her waist, to put pressure on the wound. Her head dangled, as she fought to stay conscious.
Buffy and Spike lay his huge mass into the back seat, Buffy climbing in behind him. Spike jut watched her, finally realizing something that he had known for a long time, the thing that had kept his from seeking her out. Her concern for Angel came before all-else, just as her love did. She had never loved him, not as she had loved his grandsire. And the prophecy hadn't chosen him, something that he had known almost from the start. Angel had been working for redemption for almost a century, and his meager deeds could never touch that. When he had touched his grandsire, all this had become clear, for he heard the weak thumping, and felt the meager pulse in his grandsire's arm.
The Shanshu hadn't chosen him, so why in the world, even Heaven and Hell, why would Buffy?
Spike resigned himself to sitting in the front seat while all that gross love was going on in the back seat, and had even shifted Ashleigh's bulk onto his lap, before it started raining. It came down one drop at a time, at first, and then it progressed, in a slow, meandering way, as if the sky was crying.
Slowly, the girls all made it down from the rock, helping the children and those that had gotten hurt. They all filed into the cars silently, and they drove off in the rain, towards the nearest hospital.
END OF UPDATE
In the next chapter, as soon as I get it posted, we shall see then end of this saga, and the great beginning of a new life, and hopefully many more stories. I've already got two new ones!!
Oh, yeah. That's another thing. Anybody Reading A Day with Daddy and other Short stories, there is a new story up, called Rain. You'll see why, once you read.
ENJOY!!
PLEASE REVIEW!