.:Twilight Series - Nightshade's Hale:.

I don't anything to do with the Twilight Saga, it belongs to Stephanie Meyer. Please do not sue me.

RXR. RXR.


.:Chapter Eleven - Due Late:.

I sighed as I pushed the front door open, and headed through into the kitchen, where Morgan was making dinner. I forced myself to smile brightly when she turned and smiled at me.

"Morgan, can I borrow the truck tonight?" I ask, my voice sounding convincingly happy.

"Why would you wanna borrow the truck?" she asks.

"I wanted to go to Port Angles. I want to get a new skate board, and a new pair of converse" I told her, my face brightened with a large smile.

"Well, I would say no, but you seem just too happy for me to ruin your mood. So, ok, but as long as you back in time to eat something and get a good nights sleep. In fact why don't you get something while your out, and I'll put this lot away for tomorrow." she tells me.

I faked the giddiness as she grabbed her keys and handed them to me.

"Thank you!" I told her and forced myself to rush round and hug her.

I then turned and rushed off out of the house, and towards the truck. I sighed as I throw my bag into the passengers seat and then started the truck, and made the effort to drive out of town carefully, just in case of praying eyes that might have told Morgan.


After about an hour and a half of driving like a maniac, I pulled into a parking space in Port Angles and turned of the ignition. I then grab my bag and pulled the keys free as I exited the truck. I breathed out as I locked the truck.

I sighed as I walked down the pathway, looking into each window until I came across what I was looking for. I slowly opened the door and entered the shop, and was hit with the musty smell of skate boards and the countless other things that decorated the shop.

I slowly took my time looking through the stock of boards around the shop, and at the same time ignored the staring eyes from the guy behind the counter. I smiled slightly when I finally found the right one; it was dark black with the words 'Dead Things' written across the top in red blood drip writing, underneath that there was a picture of a guy with black as night eyes and screaming with a blood covering his mouth, it was one of the vampires from '30 Days Of Night'.

I'd also forced myself to by an extra board; the board was a light wood brown with a some sort of bird sat on a branch on it, above the bird was the writing 'Hideo Sakuragi', and at the bottom was the word 'NOMAD', and also a pair of black and purple Roces S 253 In-line Skates.

After telling the guy what boards and wheels I wanted, I waited quietly for him to get it. I sighed in relief when I left the shop with my new boards and blades; and for some reason the guy gave me a free tool set for the boards.

I sighed low as I told myself it was because I'd bought more than one thing. I turned without a pause and walked down the street until I found the local shoe shop.

After looking through the shelves of heels, flats, trainers, boots and the many other shoes, I finally picked out a pair of black and white chequered funk master high top sneakers, but I'd also found two other pairs of shoes I really wanted; the first of the others I'd found where a pair of tartan converse All Star ballet flats, and the second pair was a the ones I really wanted the most.

They were a air of black cowboy harness boots that had a thick heel on them. In the end I caved and brought all three pair, after all I did deserve this after been forced to sit next to Jessica, and I'd never had birthday present growing up in my Uncle's house.

Sirius always got me something, and so did his Mom until she passed away. But this in a way made up for the last thirteen years of not having presents from family, well eight really, he got my crappy things I didn't need until I turned ten.

I left the shop feeling slightly better in myself; I'd been feeling slightly crappy ever since my confrontation with Jasper early. I'd told myself all day that it was the right thing to do, yes of course Jasper was some sort of god like create and I didn't like the idea of him hating me, but there was no way I was going to be treated like that.

I breath in the night air as I forced myself not to think about it. I then turned and head back towards the truck, but just before I reached the truck I was stop by the sight of an all night book store. I tried to tell myself to continue on to the truck, but my gut ached with a force that told me there was something I was supposed to see, or find in the book store.


A/N - another chapter, hope you liked it, if you did please please review. :)