ReapersMysteries

I stood behind the bar, cleaning a glass as I watched. The subject of my observation sat at the end of the bar of the Midnight Craving nightclub (though we're often known as Midnight for short), sipping solemnly on an almost empty glass of alcohol. He sat alone, simply staring at the mirrored back wall. I watched him silently; his round face lit from below by the soft pink-purple lights embedded under the bar's glass top and from the top by the acid green lights that made the various bottles displayed along the back mirrored wall, glow. As I stood there behind the bar, I continued to watch as I cleaned the spotless glass. "Offer him a drink.

I closed my tired eyes, not looking forward to the confrontation that I knew was coming. I'd spent years trying to move on but to no avail. Maybe now I could find some peace, now that I was about to meet the man that had caused my life to be absolute hell for three long years. I'd never expected to survive the event that took my twin brother's life. I didn't think I'd ever survive the loss of my brother. But I was determined to prove to Hitler that, while he stole my brother from me, he would not take me down too. It had been thirty long years since I walked out of Ravensbrück concentration camp, dragging my half dead brother along with

"Hey, Ebony?" I looked up and the questioning tone to see Tom standing over me. I dropped the spoon that had been in my mouth back into the empty bowl that was breakfast on the table in front of me. "Yeah?" With my attention turned to him, Tom looked away and began to fidget. I tilted my head a bit in question. He stuttered a bit as he tried to say, "Um, I was just, well uh, wondering if you… would like… to, um, like, go somewhere… with me… like, um, on a, uh, date?" I smiled. The confident, cocky Tom was so cute when he was tripping over his words. As I thought of his question I realized that the band had the day off s

The explosions of light looked like a rainbow battlefield. A rather accurate description of how I was feeling, in my opinion. I felt so… happy. But I felt like I was playing with fire. The colors are pretty and entertaining and make me feel good but if I get too close or if I do something wrong then I could be burned. My firework, on the other hand, was currently in his hotel room next door. Or at least, that's what I thought. "Hey," he whispered, slipping his arms around my waist, hugging my back against his chest. I couldn't help but smile as butterflies exploded inside. I released a content sigh and sunk back into his embrace, feeli

"So what was that all about?" Bill asked, leaning over his brother towards me as soon as Jason was gone.              I shrugged and said, "School coming back to haunt me."              At Bill's elegantly raised eyebrow, Georg interjected, "Jason was an old boyfriend who didn't understand the meaning of the word no. I never really liked him but I trusted that if things went too far that Ebony would do some damage. As expected, I was right, he tried to go too far and my dear little sister here nearly sent his balls back