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It began with such a dreamlike subtlety...my night time fantasy. It was as delicate as walking through a cloud of fog and having it lift to give me the beautiful images that my mind wanted to see so badly. It was too good to be true. My body should have been able to alert me to the fact that I was dreaming. But the illusion was too crisp, too real...my desire was too strong. It was Jason, laying on the bed in front of me. The room was empty except for the two of us. He looked up at me with the
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"HEY!" The voice was loud, and raspy. It startled the SHIT out of me and yanked me out of a deep sleep with it's thunderous blast of aggression. "You listening to me, kid? I said you two can't sleep here! Move it!" I was awake, groggy, dizzy, still trying to wipe the sand out of my eyes. Everything was so disorienting at first, and then I felt the man hovering over us, using his foot to shake me until my eyes opened. "Wake up! HEY! Let's go! Move it!" I felt an instant anger well up inside of me
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The second I came to the breakfast table, I could already tell that the argument from last night wasn't over yet. My stepfather put his newspaper down as soon as I entered the kitchen. Giving me that fucked up look that basically said, "You're such a loser, Taryn." I didn't have the tolerance to deal with it this morning, and considered just skipping breakfast altogether. How dare he judge me, he doesn't even belong here. My little brother, Alec, was happy as usual...but he's four years old. Why
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"Taryn's Song" is a prequel to the "Gone From Daylight" series, and may reveal a few secrets that even the most 'day-hard' fans weren't privy to before! However, you don't have to read "GFD" in order to enjoy this dark story about a runaway teen and his little brother on the streets of Chicago. You've been introduced to Justin's story...now it's Taryn's turn! So dive in, and enjoy!
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There are times when I wonder if there is anyone out there who can feel me hurting like this. Times when I'm curled up under my blanket in the late night hours before school...when I really wish that there was some way to take this pain in my heart and just 'switch it off' for a few hours. Just long enough for me to sleep, and let blessed unconsciousness take me away from the misery for JUST a little while. But the more I wished the suffering away, the harder it pressed down on my already fragil
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The realization of love doesn't really sweep you off of your feet like you would think it would. It doesn't show itself right away, and it doesn't give you this euphoric moment where you can choose to accept it or not. No....it sneaks up on you, slowly, stealthily, silent. It burrows its way under your skin and sits proudly in your bloodstream just waiting for you to find it. Like a sickness, infecting your emotions while you walk around wondering why you're feeling so weird and why you can't ge
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Two days had passed, and I swear that I could still taste him. Chandler's erotic flavor always danced in my mouth and in my mind for almost an entire week after we had gotten together for one of our little interludes. The very mouthwatering succulence of him was unbelieveable. Unexplainable. My heart would beat faster and my hardness would throb with the thought of having him wrapped up in my naked embrace again. It was so beautiful. Breathless to thing the spongy softness of him could feel so g
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The second that Ben had closed that door in my face, I should have known that it was going to be a lonely few weeks following our confrontation. And yet, I still wasn't emotionally prepared for it at all. It hurt. It hurt every single day, and all of the sudden I began to realize just how close Ben was to me. Suddenly I noticed how empty my day was and how much extra time I had when I wasn't talking or laughing with what USED TO BE...my best friend. For two and a half weeks, Ben didn't come to a
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The first day that he walked in to that room, he was shaking from head to toe. Visibly terrified at the idea of being 'out' to anybody. I had seen it before. And no matter how our after school gay club promised nothing but friendship and discretion, there were always kids who looked like they were about to rattle themselves to pieces right in front of us. Freaking out, trembling, almost ready to lose their lunch. Some of these kids took WEEKS of reassurance before we could even get them to talk.
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As beautiful as Cory is, he truly found a close friend in a shy boy named, Ben, as he entered the high school's 'Gay/Straight Alliance' club for the first time. As the two became good friends, it seemed as though they'd be inseparable from that moment on. However, complications do occur, their friendship is tested, and choices have to be made to see if their bond can be salvaged in the long run.
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It was like...this series of rapidly moving vibrations, moving back and forth across your mind. It was like feeling an unwanted part of yourself die, and then get fed upon in order to give energy to a higher self. A higher purpose. That's the thing about the 'calling'...once you give it free reign, it consumes every part of you. At first...it feels like you're drowning in it. It frightens you because you feel so many of your habitual, brainwashed, thought processes getting systematically erased.
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My eyes searched the room from end to end, wondering if I could catch sight of him again. Wondering where the hell he could have gone to while I was staring right at him. I moved forward slightly, stretching out my hearing in all directions. But I got nothing. He had vanished with the same amount of stealth that he had used to appear in the first place. Did I imagine it? Or was he real? Was he watching? I kept wading through the party, smiling at all of the boys that I thought looked partic
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I could feel layer after layer of the rest of the party fade away into oblivion as I focused my gaze upon the cute boy across the room. No matter how many people walked between us, my attention never wavered. Not an inch. Not for a moment. It was almost as though my instincts had singled him out to be the prize possession of the entire party. Even with all of the other hot bodied boys grinding and gyrating at that party...there was something 'different' about him. Something weaker. A certai
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It's truly a dark feeling, being able to walk through a party without conscience. To be able to look people in the eye without feeling that instant 'confrontation' of two souls meeting for the first time. Have you ever noticed it before? You're walking down a public street, enjoying your own sense of isolation...the perfection of the silence surrounding you? And then you see someone else coming from the other direction...and it's like the fragile walls of that solitude are immediately shattered.
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Evren placed his hand gently on the back of my neck. With such a non-threatening touch, you would think that it carried with it a feeling of safety. Maybe even 'companionship'. But that's not the sensation I got from it at all. In fact, it was just the opposite. I tried not to tense up, but my muscles did it involuntarily as I was lightly pushed forward. His grip was soft...and yet firm at the same time. A commanding amount of pressure applied to hold me still. Only Cyrus had manipulated th
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My face itched slightly from the uncomfortable 'knitting' of my torn flesh as my body worked to heal itself as fast as my fever would allow. The deeper the cut, the hotter the fever. I was being swiftly repaired as Cyrus' dark gift surged through me, the heat of it causing droplets of salted perspiration to run down my cheek. Stinging my wounds. I cringed from the pinch of it, but Cyrus kept me walking regardless. As we came out of the woods and started heading back to the party, I felt Kri
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The look of fear and panicked desire in Isaac's eyes was making me soooo hard. I could practically feel tingles on the back of my neck from it. There it was again...that sweet flowery fragrance that let me know his body was involuntarily pushing forth a much more concentrated pheromone release than it was before. Enticing me. Electrifying the very air between us. He was so scared to give in to me completely. So worried about losing himself in what he was feeling. He trembled before me...wanting
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Cyrus was right about me needing sleep. I felt myself being pulled into a deep state of unconsciousness the moment I curled up at Dexter's side last night. I slept so heavily that I couldn't even remember passing out. Or waking up for that matter. Nor a single dream in between. All I knew was that my eyes were now wide open, and the sun was streaming in through the bedroom window. My arms and legs ached, my chest felt like it had mini cramps in it...and when I moved my arm, my flat pecs pinched
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Cyrus put his arm on my shoulder as I walked into the grocery store with him. Kriegar, John Boy, and the twins remained outside as instructed...and even though I was clearly taking a pre-reserved space at Cyrus' side, his simple request for me to walk beside him seemed to be enough to keep Scout from bumping me out of the way. Not that he didn't keep a very close eye on the both of us. He was NOT to be pushed aside, and CERTAINLY not 'replaced' by the likes of me. But...as far as Father's order
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What was I gonna tell Cyrus? How was I going to explain my failure? As I followed the twins back to join up with the others, I found myself involuntarily lowering my head in shame in front of our 'father'. All I had to do was keep Dexter still...and I couldn't even do THAT much. I expected my punishment to be severely humiliating in front of the others. And I walked slowly to await the embarrassment. However, I saw Cyrus giving Dexter a kiss on the cheek to reassure him that everything was
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The truck ride home was a quick one. I hardly noticed the time at all. The sun was already beginning its descent, turning the sky to an early afternoon shade of gray. My mind seemed to dive so deep into the depths of the calling that I found myself staring at nothing for long periods of time. Not thinking at all. Simply 'feeling' the world around me. The sounds, with a heightened clarity I've never known before, flooding my ears with a brilliance that I couldn't explain. It was as if my body was
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I remember hearing every creak in the steps as we walked to the upstairs bedroom. The music from the living room being muffled as the sound waves struggled to bounce off of the walls around us and travel upstairs behind us. The top of the stairs was dark, and as Shank and Razor were further submerged in the lack of light...I saw their eyes begin to glow in the dark. Just enough to illuminate their wicked grins...mirror images of one another. I could feel my inhibitions slipping away from me
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I left the warmth of the house, and felt the cool air of the night blow through me. I inhaled deeply as the crisp winds moved around my body, and the dampness from last night's storm still lingered in the air John Boy led us over to the truck and spoke to us. "Beyond the scent of beer and marijuana in the fabrics of their clothes, I also picked up traces of dust and wooden flakes that were stuck to their shirts." He said quietly. "The same wooden flakes and dust that I sensed at the Warehou
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Razor moved closer to Robbie's brother, who was huddled up helplessly on the floor, while his other three friends were being watched closely by Shank. They didn't move an inch, not with Kriegar's unseen menace still lurking in the shadows around them. Razor squatted down on his haunches with the friendliest of smiles. "Hey! Tell me a secret. Something you never told anybody before. Something big. Something...hehehe...that you wouldn't want to take to the grave with you if the time came for
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The rest was all a blur of noise and darkness. Occasional flashes of light, but nothing that I could really remember coherently. I'm not even sure when I changed back into my human form again. I don't remember doing it. I don't remember coming down from that upper level. Hell, I barely remembered jumping up there to begin with. Everything was all adrenaline and emotion with no real 'thought' or 'judgment' behind it. And Robbie? It was hard to tell what was real and what wasn't But I could still
