I know exactly where this story is going; I am just having some trouble filling it in. lol. Let me see what I can do. No disclaimer, I hate disclaimers. Gosh. lol.

There is sex in this chapter, so if you don't like it don't read it. This was meant for one person to read and I know she will like it.

Chapter 2: The Meeting

Julia was really nervous about going to school the next day and tried to convince her parents into not letting her go, but her persuasive powers were weak from a late night of practicing blocking people out. The girl she met yesterday was very strong and had a very strong personality. In the end she was getting dressed and going to school. She was working on avoiding her "equal", as she considered her.

When she got to school she did not go into her mind again, but just felt for her presence and kinda took opposite routes then her to get to the office so she could get to class. With her luck she ended up having all classes with her. Was it fate or was it just some manipulation on the other girl's part.

"What did she say her name was again, Tara? Yeah I think that's it, Tara."

She felt something picking at her wall all day long and she could fell that she really wanted to talk to her, but she avoided her completely. This is what she had always wanted, but she was afraid. She wasn't sure of herself anymore and she sure didn't know anything about this Tara girl.

School went by slowly that day and Julia couldn't wait to jump into her car. She sped off before Tara could catch up with her. She wanted to check out some of the sights that teens her age hung out at. She saw this really cute guy on the side of the road walking. She decided that she would ask him.

"Uhm, excuse me, I'm new around here can you tell me some places were I might be able to read a book while relaxing with a cup of coffee?"

"Uhm, well I'm actually going there right now, can I have a lift?"

"Sure come on in."

This man she met was so hot! He had dark brown eyes, dark jet-black hair, and was extremely tall. When he got in the car she could smell his sweet aroma of citrus and rose buds.

"Do you work at a florists?"

"Actually I'm a gardener of flowers and fruits, I guess you could say that I have a green thumb."

She thought he was witty to. She always did love flowers.

"So where exactly is this little café that I was asking you about?"

"Just up here, but If you want I could show you my garden after we have a coffee or two, that is if you don't mind."

And so polite.

"Sure that sounds wonderful."

They walked into the café and found a warm cozy setting. There was a rug floor. The chairs were really big and comfy. You could fit two people in one of them, but it was kind of close. She grabbed herself a frozen mocha chocolate frappe. She sat down in one of the big chairs. He came around and pulled up a stiff backed chair up in front of her.

"So what is your name? I am Franz."

"I am Julia."

"That is a really pretty name you know it means soft-haired; youthful. Is that true about you?"

He leans over and softly caresses her hair and softly kisses her cheek.

"I believe that it is true."

She is shocked, but touched. He was such a romantic. Who wouldn't want a man like him?

"Where are you from, Julia?"

The way her name rolled off his tongue was like a foreign language to her.

"I'm from America. Are you originally from France?"

"Yes, I am French. Where do you live now?"

"I live right over on Royal Ave and Peach St. You?"

"One street down from you. My shop is my home."

"That is really neat."

"Are you done with your coffee?"

"Yes, can I go and see your shop?"

"Yes, let's go."

They jumped into her car and sped off to Franz's home and garden.

"Here it is."

"Wow"

It was a small house built for two with a green house on the side. He brought her to see the garden first. It was beautiful. There were so many colors; magenta, prismatic pinks, teal blues to midnight blues, and the reds were mesmerizing blood red to the softest of pinks.

"This is amazing Franz."

At this he takes a rose and gently clips it and puts it in her soft brown hair.

"Why don't we go inside? We can talk some more and have something to drink."

She was a little wary, but this man had been so kind and gentle.

"Sure, why not."

They went into his home and sat down. He quickly poured her a glass of wine.

"Thank you."

After she drank the whole bottle, pretty much by herself, she started to feel a little woozy.

"Franz, I don't feel to good, maybe I should go home."

"No you are in no condition to be on the road. Why don't you come and lay down for a while and then go home?"

She was to drunk to argue and was led slowly to his room. The drunker she felt the more her wall fell.

He no longer was the gentleman that she had met on the street he had turned viscous. He grabbed both of her hands in his one big one and started to rip her cloths off. She tried to fight, but was too weak from the alcohol.

"Ahhhh! Stop! Stop! Don't do this! Why are you doing this? Please stop!"

"Shut up bitch."

At this he pulled out a knife.

"Do as I say and shut up."

She shook her head. He had figured that it would be easier to just threaten her.

"Take off your shirt and pants quick."

She did. At this point she was only in her bra and panties. The knife was at her throat and she could feel herself ready to faint. He took off her panties and went in for the kill.

"Ahhhh."

Franz took this as a sign of satisfaction, but in all reality she didn't like it at all. She felt nothing for him or his little friend and it wasn't because he was raping her, but it just didn't arose her.

He started to take advantage of her more freely and put the knife down, but it was to far away for her to reach.

"How does it feel?"

At that he went down harder and she arched her back in pain.

"How does it feel?"

"I feel nothing for you!"

He slapped her and at that moment she fainted.

How was that Victoria, is that what you wanted, don't worry I have a future chapter that I know you will love much more.