CHAPTER SIX:
ASHLEY’S POV:
2:10 AM
OCTOBER 28:
It is only a little over a half giờ later when I see a car pull into the parking lot. I note the driver pull out a flashlight and climb out. He has long dark hair, is skinny and wearing glasses. It is Harold. I motion him over to me. He walks over and hands me a pair of jeans and a sweater. “It’s all I could get in a hurry.” He said. We walk over to a restroom, and I ask him to wait outside while I change. bởi now he notes I am covered in blood, but I promise to answer everything when I return. After about five minutes, I return and find him waiting for me. “Why were bạn covered in blood?” he asks. I decide to answer, as truthfully as I can. “I got jumped. These guys pulled a dao, con dao on me. I ended up stabbing one of them.” I say. I examine his expression, and it is clear he doesn’t believe me, but the tiếp theo thing he says makes me consider something. “Whatever bạn did was in self defense right? And don’t lie. I don’t know why, but I can tell when bạn are lying.” It is clear he is also aware of the connection I feel with him. I can’t explain it myself. I care for him, not in a romantic sort of way, thêm like a protector sort of way. “What I did was necessary.” I reply. He nods, and looks around. “Where’s your car?” he asks. This time I decide to be honest. “It had blood in the seat. I’ll get it tomorrow.” I reply. Harold nods. “You want me to take bạn back to your place?” he asks. I nod. As we walk back to his car, he seems deep in thought about something. When we finally reach it, he asks me a câu hỏi once more. “Are bạn sure we haven’t met before?” he asks. “Pretty sure.” I reply, although I suddenly feel like I do know him somehow, that I’ve met him before today, but I still don’t know why. He climbs in on the driver’s side. “Are bạn hurt?” he asks, once thêm surprising me. “Why do bạn ask?” I reply. “You were walking kind of funny, like bạn were in pain hoặc something. I sigh; the battle with Pike’s newborn ma cà rồng did leave me with nerve damage, which does take longer to heal than a flesh wound. I still feel the pain in my back that tells me the healing process isn’t complete yet, but likely will be within the hour. “Just sprained my back I guess. I’ll be okay though. I’m a fast healer.” Harold looks at me, and seems to know pressing my injury won’t do me any good. He starts the car. “Where do bạn live?” he asks. I tell him, and he nods. “I know where that is.” He replies. As he pulls out of the parking lot and onto the street, I decide to ask him a question. “So what were bạn doing up so late?” I ask. He coughs, once thêm it sounds painful, but he smiles afterwards, trying to cover it up. “I was actually nghề viết văn on a new story.” He replies. “Oh yeah. Danny told me bạn were a writer. He đã đưa ý kiến you’re really good.” Harold sighs. “Yeah. I hope to be published one day.” He coughs again. “You actually inspired the story.” He says. I look at him. “What’s it about?” I ask. He laughs. “You’ll probably be offended.” He says smiling. “Come on. Tell me.” I reply eagerly. “It’s about a girl our age who’s a vampire.” He replies. “Only, she’s not evil. She’s trying to do good in the world. To make up for past mistakes.” He notes my expression. “I told bạn you’d be offended.” He replies. Of course I am shocked. His story is basically my life nowadays. “You đã đưa ý kiến I inspired it?” I ask. Harold nods. “Like I đã đưa ý kiến though, the character bạn inspired, the vampire, is not evil, just… trying to survive and do good to make up for everything bad she’s done. He coughs again, but I am locked too deep in thought to hear his tiếp theo sentence. I know of the connection from earlier. Maybe not my personal feelings about him, but why we both seem to know each other somehow. Harold is a telepath. He is connected to me because he can see my thoughts, just like, I assume, if I tried, I’d be able to link my mind with his. I’ve encountered a few telepaths over the years, but Harold… the connection I feel with him is stronger than all the others put together. This complicates things. If he is perceptive enough, he will eventually figure out what I am once he makes the connection. I don’t want to kill him, but at the same time, he could be valuable to cá chó, đánh cá, pike if he found out about the connection. I believe fate made us meet, as I highly believe in fate. Although for what purpose? I don’t yet know, I do know, however that he is dying, and the only way to save him would mean exposing my true self. Harold notes the quiet, and realizes I’m deep in thought. He asks if I’m alright, and I assure him I am. He doesn’t say anything focuses on the road the rest of the way back to the apartment. Once we reach the building where I live, we exchange goodbyes, and I hear him cough again. I’ve already decided to help him, even if it means revealing myself, but I will only do it once cá chó, đánh cá, pike has been dealt with. As I watch Harold drive off into the night, I hope cá chó, đánh cá, pike won’t find out about our connection. I remember my flashes, and try to put a face to the boy from them, but I can’t remember if it was Harold. I sincerely hope it wasn’t, but I know wishing never guarantees anything.
ASHLEY’S POV:
2:10 AM
OCTOBER 28:
It is only a little over a half giờ later when I see a car pull into the parking lot. I note the driver pull out a flashlight and climb out. He has long dark hair, is skinny and wearing glasses. It is Harold. I motion him over to me. He walks over and hands me a pair of jeans and a sweater. “It’s all I could get in a hurry.” He said. We walk over to a restroom, and I ask him to wait outside while I change. bởi now he notes I am covered in blood, but I promise to answer everything when I return. After about five minutes, I return and find him waiting for me. “Why were bạn covered in blood?” he asks. I decide to answer, as truthfully as I can. “I got jumped. These guys pulled a dao, con dao on me. I ended up stabbing one of them.” I say. I examine his expression, and it is clear he doesn’t believe me, but the tiếp theo thing he says makes me consider something. “Whatever bạn did was in self defense right? And don’t lie. I don’t know why, but I can tell when bạn are lying.” It is clear he is also aware of the connection I feel with him. I can’t explain it myself. I care for him, not in a romantic sort of way, thêm like a protector sort of way. “What I did was necessary.” I reply. He nods, and looks around. “Where’s your car?” he asks. This time I decide to be honest. “It had blood in the seat. I’ll get it tomorrow.” I reply. Harold nods. “You want me to take bạn back to your place?” he asks. I nod. As we walk back to his car, he seems deep in thought about something. When we finally reach it, he asks me a câu hỏi once more. “Are bạn sure we haven’t met before?” he asks. “Pretty sure.” I reply, although I suddenly feel like I do know him somehow, that I’ve met him before today, but I still don’t know why. He climbs in on the driver’s side. “Are bạn hurt?” he asks, once thêm surprising me. “Why do bạn ask?” I reply. “You were walking kind of funny, like bạn were in pain hoặc something. I sigh; the battle with Pike’s newborn ma cà rồng did leave me with nerve damage, which does take longer to heal than a flesh wound. I still feel the pain in my back that tells me the healing process isn’t complete yet, but likely will be within the hour. “Just sprained my back I guess. I’ll be okay though. I’m a fast healer.” Harold looks at me, and seems to know pressing my injury won’t do me any good. He starts the car. “Where do bạn live?” he asks. I tell him, and he nods. “I know where that is.” He replies. As he pulls out of the parking lot and onto the street, I decide to ask him a question. “So what were bạn doing up so late?” I ask. He coughs, once thêm it sounds painful, but he smiles afterwards, trying to cover it up. “I was actually nghề viết văn on a new story.” He replies. “Oh yeah. Danny told me bạn were a writer. He đã đưa ý kiến you’re really good.” Harold sighs. “Yeah. I hope to be published one day.” He coughs again. “You actually inspired the story.” He says. I look at him. “What’s it about?” I ask. He laughs. “You’ll probably be offended.” He says smiling. “Come on. Tell me.” I reply eagerly. “It’s about a girl our age who’s a vampire.” He replies. “Only, she’s not evil. She’s trying to do good in the world. To make up for past mistakes.” He notes my expression. “I told bạn you’d be offended.” He replies. Of course I am shocked. His story is basically my life nowadays. “You đã đưa ý kiến I inspired it?” I ask. Harold nods. “Like I đã đưa ý kiến though, the character bạn inspired, the vampire, is not evil, just… trying to survive and do good to make up for everything bad she’s done. He coughs again, but I am locked too deep in thought to hear his tiếp theo sentence. I know of the connection from earlier. Maybe not my personal feelings about him, but why we both seem to know each other somehow. Harold is a telepath. He is connected to me because he can see my thoughts, just like, I assume, if I tried, I’d be able to link my mind with his. I’ve encountered a few telepaths over the years, but Harold… the connection I feel with him is stronger than all the others put together. This complicates things. If he is perceptive enough, he will eventually figure out what I am once he makes the connection. I don’t want to kill him, but at the same time, he could be valuable to cá chó, đánh cá, pike if he found out about the connection. I believe fate made us meet, as I highly believe in fate. Although for what purpose? I don’t yet know, I do know, however that he is dying, and the only way to save him would mean exposing my true self. Harold notes the quiet, and realizes I’m deep in thought. He asks if I’m alright, and I assure him I am. He doesn’t say anything focuses on the road the rest of the way back to the apartment. Once we reach the building where I live, we exchange goodbyes, and I hear him cough again. I’ve already decided to help him, even if it means revealing myself, but I will only do it once cá chó, đánh cá, pike has been dealt with. As I watch Harold drive off into the night, I hope cá chó, đánh cá, pike won’t find out about our connection. I remember my flashes, and try to put a face to the boy from them, but I can’t remember if it was Harold. I sincerely hope it wasn’t, but I know wishing never guarantees anything.
First off, to those of bạn that know me, I haven't đã đăng at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of bạn that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of bạn not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly bởi the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If bạn guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether hoặc not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK
The tiếp theo day, Meggan woke up at home.Another chó sói, sói like demons sat at the foot of her bed.She rubbed her eyes, it was still there."Wh- who are YOU?"Meggan asked scaredly."I'm Outsider."The demon said, then it wandered around.Every step it made shook the ground a bit.He walked through the wall, and didn't come back.
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a chuột infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen năm old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do bạn use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do bạn do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do bạn use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do bạn do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"