1. Celeste's last Dance

New York, in a city that never slept, now the summer had arrived. The time of hot days and warm nights A time of wild parties, as well as on this evening a decency! As every summer also found that night on the Hudson River, near the piers, instead of a hot beach party. White sand beach graced a small portion of the Hudson River. The theme of this party, the Cuban nights of the 60s had been. On the white sand a huge volleyball net was set. There were four bars. The roofs were made of artificial straw. The columns were made of dark wood. Artificial bamboo you looked for temporary protection at the bar. Behind a wooden device on the drinks served were hid.
Quite to the contrary were made of stainless bar stool, highly polished stainless steel.
On a small table, the prices of the drinks and snacks were listed. While the work clothes of the bartender from a tight black T - shirt or shirt was cotton pants and a white, linen luftigleichten, was the work clothes of the Barmaids of artfully tailored tops. Mostly it was black crochet monokini in refined and a skirt of light cotton in any color. The hair of the staff were times braided updo or smooth. Unlike the men, the girls had put all one big orchid behind the ear into the hair.

Those who were already in use, the flower was on the left, and those who were still free clothes on the right side.
Many a young waiter allowed himself the pleasure, one of his colleagues, to steal the flower from her hair. There was everywhere a merry atmosphere.
The second bar was standing in the open air and also worked with wood and bamboo.
Excellent seating a pink Cadillac El Dorado offered from 1962, the. Yet in addition to its own length, a further estimated two meters was stretched A group of high tables was on both sides. Instead of the usual table legs was a smiling pin - up girl or a famous person been mapped from the coming time.
A pavilion was among the trees hidden from the eyes of others, placed. A small wooden podium granted admission to the pavilion associated wooden platform. Huge deck landscapes whose seats and chairs with white cotton was covered, allowed the guest to stretch out undisturbed in order to leave it to work its magic moment can. White canopy formed the roof and also served as a curtain. A total of three of these large pavilions were posted for today's party. One with a bright red and one with a blue-violet canopy. Two large torches next to each canopy, which were also dark wood donated, enough light to be faced, without running the risk of spoiling the romantic mood. Small tables whose legs had been artistically carved, could as a repository for the small, but not so much important stuff to serve the guests.
Each of the three staging was in possession of it. The river was still easy to reach. Between the pavilion and the first bar was the DJ - desk. Quiet and energetic music that is perfectly suited to dance, took turns in a comfortable length. The big colorful light string of 75 watt bulbs stretched from the first pavilion up to the first bar to the second and third location and lit blazes its wattage.

Who is missing from this night could not, are Celeste, Vivienne and April, the three princesses of the evening. The celebration was in full swing, as the Three Graces put their feet in the soft sand. Suddenly there was silence. People turned to look at them, and looked after them. They were fascinated by the beauty of these young divas.

Celeste was a blond angel. Her long, straight hair was removed by a wide headband to the back, out of sight. A flawless complexion and wonderfully beguiling blue cat eyes recorded the leggy beauty with the gazelle-like figure. That night she was wearing a short cocktail dress asymmetrical cut in royal blue and white dots, whose style strongly resembled the 60s. She was wearing white Mary Janes with a 4cm high heel. Shoes, as only she could wear this. She undid the straps and wore them comfortably beside it. It was a decision that they took out of hand.

Vivienne, a black-haired vamp with wavy hair, wore an updo that made her look like a Greek goddess. With her emerald eyes, she was able to captivate any man with the sight of him, and to take your breath away. That evening she celebrated in a butterscotch-colored, backless mini dress made from the finest satin, where their already sinewy body was even more advantage. A large dragon tattoo graced her sunburnt back.
At her feet she wore dark brown leather gladiator sandals, the straps snaking around the calf almost to the knee. As Celeste previously, also sparked Vivienne their shoes.

April, the short-haired brunette, with her sweet and kind of crazy was the heart of every man by storm, wearing a red corsage her elfin figure brought out even more. A super tight black leather pants, made their appearance completely.

April disappeared shortly after their arrival to the dance floor in order to have their fun. This was basically just a free place in the sand. It was the place where her body was united with the rhythm of the music. For the eyes, they saw it was a real pleasure. And also gave her nothing more fun than to be admired by people who watched her dancing banned.

Celeste and Vivienne strutted to the bar to have a few drinks. Two immediately fell on the well-built man behind the counter. Celeste guessed him to mid-twenties. Seemingly as if on command, he turned to the two. As the bartender this
Beauties saw, he immediately leaned over the counter to the ladies receive.

"Good evening ladies, what can I do for you," he asked with a charming smile.

"Two Strawberry -. Daiquiris for my girlfriend and me" left Vivienne breathed with her seductive, dark feminine voice, the bartender's ear.

She grinned frivolous when she gave up her order. The existing rum-based drinks were mixed before their eyes.
It was not long, as they were then ready to serve ready for pickup.

"Two daiquiris for the lovely ladies," he said with a flattering smile and serve them the desired drinks.

"Thank you," added the barman Vivienne looking deep into her eyes added.

They wanted to turn around just to be able to be joined to April, when suddenly faced Marcus Celeste. Fright of the drink would have been almost to regain his white shirt.

"Hello beautiful woman, where have you been?" He said to Celeste with its irresistibly sassy, ​​sexy voice.

Celeste was her red in the face no longer hide. At one time was from the men-eating femme fatale an embarrassed little schoolgirl.

"I've been here the whole time, I have longed only after you." She pined for her boyfriend.

Vivienne rolled my eyes and wondered what her friend had meant only to Marcus.

"Will you let me be allowed to kidnap your girlfriend to the dance floor?" Vivienne Marcus asked annoyed.

Marcus threw a Vivienne jokingly scrutiny.

"But surely it." Said Marcus.

Vivienne bowed his head slightly, smiled briefly and said with a charming thank you.

Marcus was the longtime friend of Celeste, and exactly the type of man were all the girls at your feet and it would kill Celeste to be. He was just the guy to Vivienne could not stand because they had no use for The Sunshine Boys.

She often wondered what Celeste was in this guy so attractive.
The two were now without detours with the drinks in their hands on the dance floor, where they disappeared into the crowd minutes later.
It was not long since discovered already April, still on the dance floor, her hips swinging.
She had a remarkable endurance!

Celeste and Vivienne, they found a guy with a tight embrace and smooching. This young man named Bryce, a personable young man, but between Marcus and Bryce were widening worlds.
Marcus was a man of Adonis He had dark blond hair and green eyes. His dazzling smile ran his perfect teeth to emerge. Stylistically, he reminded a bit of Barbie's life partner, Ken. Often he also got to know that he could pass as his double.

Bryce has remained more a wiry type. He had dark brown hair braided into dreadlocks and light freckles. He wore baggy pants and plaid shirts and heard more metal bands like Korn, Rammstein, Disturbed and Slipknot. What was all the way to April's taste.

Celeste looked furtively and Vivienne alternately to the two lovebirds.

Only felt hours later noticed April the two divas, who joined then for both.

"You seem to enjoy excellent yes" and Vivienne introduced Celeste fixed almost immediately.

"And? Who is the lucky one to have you caught it? "Vivienne April asked curiously.

"This is Bryce, a cute little flirt." She replied with a love zuwerfenden look to it.

"Seems like more than to just be a flirt, you little devil." Celeste commented frivolous.

"You just can not get away from the feeling that Cupid has a hand in that." Vivienne drew them to mischievously.

How two teens were able Vivienne and Celeste help but giggle well-intentioned.
The three remained for some time on the dance floor.

April talked for a short time while at the bar, order a vodka - to get O on the rocks. On the way back she met Marcus, Celeste's friend, who leaned against Aprils will up behind her to dance with her. His hands wandered here at parts that were no longer to be regarded as morally.

"Leave me alone, Marcus," she hissed at him and pushed with a dismissive wave of the hand away from you.

Shortly after, he moved away from her after he sighted Celeste, who looked calmly into the crowd, it would have nearly caught as he touched April immoral.

"You move well." He whispered in her ear, where he gave her a very unique look.

He left her a long time out of your sight. Now converted to their happiness in a painful confusion and uncertainty.
Thoughtfully, she continued her walk to the dance floor. Her head was full of thoughts, in her quarreled angel and devil.

While the angel on her right hand to her softly whispered:

"You have to tell Celeste, you can not let your girlfriend live in a lie that his heart is in their possession."

Then the devil said to her left:

"Hey so irresistibly sexy guy wants to conquer you, and you are about to prepare everything one end by you report this to your unsuspecting girlfriend. Do not you know the saying, "What they do not know will not hurt them?"

"What nonsense, you like him do not. I thought you find it disgusting? "Then asked the angel.


When Celeste and Vivienne were in their sight, they played their uncertainty and expressed her happiness reappear.

"I'm back!" Remarked April with a fake smile.

Vivienne looked at her with a searching look.

"Has been a long time but is, like so much going on at the bar," she persisted skeptical.

Suddenly she began to smile and touched them with its fine manikürierten hand and the deep black painted fingernails April's shoulder.

"We missed you so." Vivienne said excitedly.

"That's right, I'm the same way, without your sweet-crazy way we were nothing special." Said Celeste.

April sighed softly. She was very glad that Celeste had not noticed anything. At least it seemed so, for Celeste knew how to weigh a man in security masterfully and April, which was well aware. But while in Celeste's and Vivienne's eyes appeared normal, or at least pretending April had to stifle the feeling under a mask of cheerfulness.
She was even hotter than it already was.
For some inexplicable reason, everything seemed to blur.
She was dizzy. There was only one way to escape this feeling, she had to get out of here ... somewhere where things were quiet.

Completely ransacked, and with trembling knees, she stole out of the crowded dance floor.
She hoped by Vivienne and Celeste to have remained unnoticed, and left for a brief moment the party. April longed for a bit of fresh air, as the crowd threatened to overwhelm. She struggled the way out. It has operated on time-lag and listless, sometimes determined. After what felt like eternity, she succeeded. Thoughtfully, she strolled toward the trees, where they settled in huge hammocks.
In one hand the vodka - O on the rocks holding, she moved with the others out their Luckies and took out a cigarette. Deepened in search of the lighter, she did not notice who was coming to them.

"Well? Fire from your friends' she heard one say to her all too familiar voice.

The rising flame of his lighter was enough to see who was standing in front of her - it was Marcus. Horror she could barely breathe. Their whole feelings of confusion and uncertainty seemed again to have acquired control over them. It happened just at the time when she was about all that had happened on the dance floor to forget.

"Thanks," I thanked them barely audible.

Marcus walked away with a nice smile, that would designate April at this moment as diabolical. They took a long train of her cigarette.

April could feel how wide the poison in her lungs made. As she watched her surroundings, she began unconsciously, that seemed to her the place vaguely familiar. Like lightning it hit her when she began to remember, was the importance of this place.
In the immediate vicinity, the party was the point at which took Shirley Madison's life and was found dead hours later. This realization made her hair stand on end.

Still in the same moment of her day came back to my mind. It was the day on which the ordeal began ... April knew she would never forget this picture.

They were away with the class on a week-long trip in the neighboring state of New Jersey.
In this hostel April was then witnessed as Shirley, a classmate, so degraded and reduced human was that this is a little later drowned in the Hudson River.

Marcus had attended one of the main culprits. He noted that April had seen him there. He knew only too well that this could not get to the public.
Too much was at stake then and now. His school career would have been jeopardized. Would penetrate the matter even to his father, he was able to inherit from the idea, Palmer Industries, confidently say goodbye.

And there was April's little secret ... your former dependence of ecstasy and marijuana, they still all got ill from Marcus. The disaster would be great if her parents could get a wind of it ... and so one thing led to another. April had to do what ever he wanted her too. She was faster than she was fond of hearing.

That evening he had forced her, at the small banter, as he called it, to participate.
Shirley was the time when she was finally with her strength and her nerves at the end. That night they decided to end their suffering. Shortly after Marcus finished his humiliation at her, she left a suicide note.

This was written:


"Hi,

I do not know if it is possible to summarize my feelings and my anguish into words ....
I do not know whether it is possible to you, you mentally, at least to put there. It's hard to put into words some things that you never even had to learn the hard way. You may laugh at me now, but I tell you, it can make each one of you - any time! I would love to know how you would cope with it when you, almost every day is doing things that you could not even do to animals ... I would be really interested in, how long would you take part, all such a martyrdom physically and mentally. I can tell you, no one makes such a thing with a long ...

At my tormentors, I wanted to say congratulations. Congratulations for what you have done with me. You've done it actually, a soul, and thus broke a man with great success to have. Have you ever wondered what I feel like? What I'm going through right now? I doubt that you have also done this for a second. People who are capable of such a thing, have been born without a heart. You did it really make a cheerful and fun-loving people a physical and mental wreck.
You did it really to change me - for the worse. You've torn wounds never heal again.
Marcus ... that thought just depends only of you I ask you, what happened to you? What happened to you?
When I met you, I never thought in life that made you such a reckless type. What has happened to you, Marcus Palmer? I recognize you no more? Do you? Do you recognize yourself again? Every day, when I was still among you, I am so hoping it will be like old times again. There were times when we laughed together ... There were times when we did crazy things together ... You are a stupid, naive, child, Marcus Palmer! Gladly would I want to ask you, because like so, have driven with the load and the knowledge of a person, a young woman to death, so alive. Just as I know you will you cope with it .. You get along with so many other things too, so why not this time? April ... I wanted to tell you ... I forgive you for your crime ... to forgive is sometimes hard ... but I do it. You can not help ... In love ...

Your Shirley.


After she wrote this suicide note, a tin of exte Shirley Jacky Cola - her new favorite drink. Just a year ago that was unthinkable ... she detested alcohol in any form.
She took a cigarette out of her box. She started smoking even at. Her arms and hands were covered with scars. There were cuts, they had done to themselves. Even that was unthinkable just a year ago. Then she had goals. Then she had fighting spirit ... yes she sprayed formally joy of life and energy. Shirley was once a girl who loved to laugh. She was keen on sports and liked to draw.
Shirley was really good at it. With Marcus, she spent every spare minute ... like whether it's watching movies or when climbing and drawing was. Last fall changed everything. Marcus changed.
Creeping slowly, but he changed ... and Shirley with him.
The only person to whom it granted a glance her soul, gave her confidence, and much more, turned away from her and left her in the lurch.
This bitter realization made her heart is heavy as lead and weep bitter tears.

Shirley put on her black pants and top roamed which a black T - shirt on and a light hooded jacket.
Under cover of darkness, they set out on their way to the Hudson River.

That evening, 19 In July 2009 shortly after midnight she left her room. Tears she walked through the park was another big step. 45 minutes later, she stopped. It had been a very particular spot.

At this point Marcus and she spent her time. They often came here her about her feet on hot summer days in the river to cool.
It was a nice time. She sat down under a tree shortly. There scratched Marcus both her initials and including the words "best friends for ever" field.
Would still be there> The immortalisation 'she thought. Shirley groping in the dark after notches ... and in fact, they were still there.

She took another leave of Marcus ... Your Marcus. Marcus, the witty, charming and insightful young man Just as they got to know him. It poured with rain that night.
Every breath was her difficult as they approached the shore. Fully clothed, she jumped into the warm river.
She took a deep breath and then stopped last the air. Shortly thereafter, she appeared in the black liquid Nothing. Her lungs screamed for air, she felt as though indifferent. She tried to ignore the burning. Several times she had to squirm. A short time later left after this burning.
Has she managed to ignore it? Or is it finally over? She had been dead ... long before Shirley wondering could.

The worst part of the story was, however, that she had liked the schoolgirl and her very hands were tied. Back then it was their last chance to go to school, too often she was then kicked out of school and she needed a degree. It had then been the worst time of their lives. Her eyes were wet, and she swallowed hard.

April was on the verge of losing their internal control have been ... But she made up quickly. She closed her eyes again took a deep breath, took a train from their last cigarette, flicked the butt away and went back to the way of the action.

Vodka - O was now not on the rocks, but she seemed to bother much because it was emptied into a train. They then carelessly threw the plastic cup into the dark abyss of the night.

With a sudden inertia they pulled himself back to their girlfriends back.
Visibly distraught, she fought against the ruminated, people celebrating Mass when they finally Vivienne, the standing with his back to her, saw her. April Vivienne tapped on the shoulder, they noted, however, that she was standing behind her.

"Where have you hanging around again? We have been looking for you all the time, "she asked April tipsy.

"I was smoking outside a short, I thought a little rest would not hurt me, because I grew a bit of vodka to the head, but I'm already feeling better.
Come on, let's dance, "she said calmly.

Vivienne troubled Aprils kind, what they did not show it.

"I'm on it, you're coming with Celeste?" Vivienne asked her friend.

"No I can not feel my legs begin now to burn in pain. I'm really sorry. "She replied exhausted.

Marcus came from behind to Celeste and surprised her. Celeste was very excited about his presence. Marcus tried to make her know how he was here and he was bored with her still rather have before.

"Let's not even because where else do the night away? I have also brought your favorite toy. "He whispered in her ear promising.

"But not about your fiery red Honda?" Celeste speculated enthusiastically.

He nodded.

She looked surprised, after she had received this good news from him.

"And what are you waiting? Let's take a ride. "She whispered in his ear challenging.

"I'm out, have fun and do not look too much to drink, for tomorrow. "They adopted Vivienne and April with two kisses on the cheeks.

Vivienne and April saw the two go outside.

After just a few moments she had incorporated itself into the night.

But one morning, there will be no more for Celeste. The difference from the usual adoption rites was ... this time it was a final farewell ...

2. Jaunt

Marcus and Celeste now left the party together, which is now tilted to the climax. They set out on his way to his motorcycle. A warm breeze was felt, emphasized the Celeste's blond mane Walle from the face. Meanwhile they reached Marcus' fiery red Honda. Both the helmet over the head, while they could be out of sight for a second. With a quick Fußschwung the young lovers was already in the pitch black of the bike saddle.
Marcus put the key in and went Zündschlüsselloch simultaneously on the accelerator. With a loud roar of the engine and dark they drove even got going. They had a long haul ahead. Apart from the forest surrounding Marcus and Celeste from both sides and a sky full of stars, looking like small flawless diamonds, there was no one to see. The high speed was whipping her hair back. Celeste loved to run on the Honda to be, they always had the speed and enjoyed the life in the fast lane like a queen. Despite curvy ride, Marcus turned briefly to his girlfriend.

"Looking for SEX," he asked his girlfriend.

Celeste was a matter not to be asked twice and got glowing eyes at the thought. Marcus ran a murderous speed, leaving his motorcycle apparently playing easily swing from one bend to the other down.
He knew those switchbacks, like no other.
But that night something weird and it seemed to be quite strange in the air. Its high speed allowed no distraction, because every little mistake could be his last. So he went on unconcerned to make a stop at the next rest stop can. A short time later, however, Marcus left the turn signal and then turned into the rest area.

Hardly dismounted from the bike, the tires and the exhaust pipe was still burning hot, as were the two beauties like tied another. They came so quickly to the point. Breathing heavily, she took off their helmets and were finally getting closer.
Celeste's hands stroked his neck and he hugged her, while her lips fused together and to move in a pleasing rhythm began. While they continued kissing, pulled the zipper of Celeste Marcus black leather jacket down very slowly. But her kisses were not at his lips, she went along with her kisses deeper.

Extreme heat and cold went through his body as shown. He felt rising in his excitement, as he smiled and indulged in a frenzy against every single second of this moment.
Celeste has now come under the belt area, but she looked up at him, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down slowly. Finally she started to lovemaking, Marcus was in a trance, so he had a feeling of being in the erotic nirvana. To his disappointment disappeared this comforting feeling.
Celeste stood up and began to kiss him.
They were now moving towards the park bench with her steps forward, he steps backwards.

Subsequently, Marcus sat with lowered jeans on the bench with one arm bent, as befits a pasha ...

Vivienne and April enjoyed themselves for a long time at the party. In the early morning hours, reaching the exuberant celebration peaked.

The sun had risen on the horizon, as the two made their way home. Vivienne and April, said goodbye to friends and April adopted also by Bryce. It dungeon but not empty-handed. His cell phone number, they took with them as a souvenir. The two friends were still in one piece. Reeling they finally arrived at Vivienne's car.
She drove a carbon black Aston Martin Vantage V12 - a 512PS basement. When the two strapped, and Vivienne put the key into the ignition, the monster gave a loud humming sound and when she came out with a drift from the parking lot, from the loud hum was a soft purr. Vivienne went to gas. With a loud wail she then drives away.
While the speedometer went so slowly but surely conditions 200km / h, you could see very well how important the rosy complexion of Aprils face the deathly pallor. The vacuum roared in her ears. She ran with Vivienne when it had to be real. She prayed inwardly that she should come home alive.

Vivienne glanced at the passenger seat, where April sat.
She was much concerned with April was forced due to its breakneck pacing focus back onto the roadway.

"What's going on? Too bad I will not go well, as you so that would have to draw a face, or "she asked April,

April turned to her.

"You know very well that I can not stand your driving style, that's suicidal as you drive. You are a danger to life on four wheels. "Complained April on the driving behavior of their tipsy friend.

And again had losprusten Vivienne. Tears flooded her from the pretty face.
She could not control but the loud Laugh-.
With an estimated 250km / h began the PS - powerful sports car to slide into dangerous. Spacious snaking announced the impending doom of this. The tail broke off so strong, so not much was missing a head-on crash in the descent Linden. Fortunately, she managed to respond to even the right moment.
And though all signs pointed to the bad, and narrowly lost control of the vehicle, she managed to turn things around just in time to the steering wheel, so as to prevent the worst in literally the last second.

"Let's hear what's on the radio together?" Suggested Vivienne left out, as if nothing had happened.

"Yes that would be a good idea," said April. "A bit of distraction would do me just fine, I think." She mumbled softly.

After a few minutes Vivienne suddenly became serious, even a train in April with her was scary!

"What was the matter with you today? When did you get back from the outside, you looked very upset. What happened? "

While Vivienne asked threw a glance at the speedometer, which already indicated 210km / h. Visibly quietly lit a Vivienne Black Devil.

"There is nothing had happened, ok? Everything is fine, "said April irritated, where she nibbled nervously at her fingernails.

Vivienne looked alarmed at the fraction of a second. April's effervescent reaction, she revealed that there was behind more than they surrendered.
April knew well enough to know when she was playing her something and when not to. Vivienne but just did not have time to worry about the head, because April was eventually brought home safely. She let down the window flicked out the rest of the cigarette. With a brief look at her right, she noticed that April is asleep and smiled.

After about an hour they then turned into the driveway of the summer to the left. It did not take long before they stopped at a house that is not their standard of living corresponded.

It was a house which under normal wage earners, such as the family summer was common.

She thought it was so cute but somehow, they again got a bit of normalcy. No butler knocked promptly at noon at their door to remind you of the long finished lunch. No staff who cleared away their wardrobe. No bodyguards who protect the lives of her parents with her body and life. Vivienne often longed for the life that they never had. The life of a normal family.
Vivienne April's mother often helped with the dishes or other
Activities. At times as they all were at school, Vivienne came more often to her house to prepare the work for the school, to blaspheme about teachers, classmates and peers, they did not like.

Like a startled deer they shot up and fell like a house of cards collapses again, as Vivienne she briefly touched on the shoulder and shook it gently.

April came hard to him and everything swam before her eyes.

"We're there, sleepyhead! You are now safely arrived at home. "Noted Vivienne.

Although the Vivienne set rather quickly uttered, heard April him in slow motion.
Panicked, she looked around. Relieved, she was relieved when she could not see Vivienne. She slowly sat up and moved her clothes cope reasonably. Her head was leaning against the window pane and threatened before rising again to fatigue sag downwards. Vivienne glanced to the side mirror to make sure that nobody entgegenkam her. She unbuckled and walked around the car to help out since April.

Casually swung it Aprils arm around her neck and took her into the house.

She rang, hoping that April's parents are still alive and one of them would open.

At last the door opened and her mother both with folded arms and left shoulder leaning against the door frame received. She had wrapped a pink bathrobe around her slightly rounded body and hung crooked green curlers in her hair.

"Oh my God, April. Have you been drinking so much? What do we do with you? Vivienne, I'm worried about you, my child, you are going too fast, schnallst you glad at least, "she said in a tired, but anxious voice.

Her mother's voice made them wake up from their sleep. Their eyes were still blurred into a black hole, which meant at least they do. April-ended just their existence, somewhere between being awake and drunk much needed sleep. She noted that although they did talk, but not about who or what it was about. April toyed with the idea to raise her head to see you, who stood before her. It was an impossibility.

"But certainly but Mrs. Sommers. Her daughter April is very tired, allow me to wear them in their room may? "Said Vivienne.

"But of course, my dear, go only." Agreed Mrs. Sommers warm and sincere, warm smile.

Vivienne now went up the stairs with April right in her bedroom. For April every step was up a challenge which they mastered the circumstances. Vivienne carefully opened up to her room.
She tried as quietly as humanly possible to be. Slowly she put April to bed and when she started her take off her shoes, she was under the bed a suspect discovery. April's diary lying open on the carpet.

A few words, however, she caught on. But even tired to be curious, she hastened to remove her shoes and pants to cover them. She rushed down the stairs, passed hurriedly from Aprils mother and went with all speed to the car. After a few meters, they arrived, opened the door, sat elegantly behind the wheel of her car. Nervously, she lit a second Black Devil and put her MP3 - Player to listen to music. She turned up the radio sat back and enjoyed Train after train her cigarette.
You went all the time, the name "April" and "Marcus" by the head. You could imagine it and wanted nothing.
But both these names and these two questions did not deviate more from her mind.

"Why do they write about themselves and Marc? And above all ... Why? "Wondered Vivienne.

The cigarette flew out of the window directly on the floor. For safety, they opened the door and pulled out the stub with the Gladiatorensandale. Vivienne closed his eyes and took a deep short. Then she put the key in the ignition and drove off in a loud roar.
Half an hour later she was already at the House of Turner - their home. Exhausted she pulled the key from the ignition and shuffled like a zombie to the elevator. Her hairstyle was like now no longer of a Greek goddess, but was completely disheveled.
In the foyer, she walked heavily to the elevator and set it in motion by pressing a button. Inside they then pushed the button for the 50th Floor and sank exhausted on the floor. It was not long since it was already dozing. The ride up seemed like an eternity.

Suddenly out of the speakers came the female voice:

"You are now in the 50th Floor. "

They drove up and ran directly scared of living the gymnast to her room, which was as big as April's entire home.
Vivienne took off his sandals and pulled her tight dress is exhausted from the body. She stumbled yet completely made up on her four-poster bed, which was decorated with a canopy, too. Sluggish and exhausted, she settled into it and fall asleep immediately asleep.
It was around 04:00 am when Celeste and Marcus could dissolve exhausted each other. Both felt as exhausted, but they moved quickly to back. Finally, it should not be long before the first humans would arrive at the rest stop to take a break.

Marcus went on the accelerator to his racing machine to make ready, but other than a hoarse groan was nothing to hear. Only after the fourth time, also jumped on the motor and its racing machine howled loudly. Marcus took his hand from the shifter, in order to alleviate the loud sound of a little Aufheulens.
After the engine had warmed up his racing buck was ready to drive. Celeste rose and continued their journey home. Seconds later she raced home already.

Despite, the already dangerously fast increasing fatigue, Marcus mastered the remaining switchbacks perfectly. However, he failed more Celeste to go home because he was too tired. Acapulco Beach yesterday and today a brilliant party and then wild sex ... That was just too much! He parked his bike on a parking place in front of his penthouse. Both dismounted, took the helmets from their heads and kissed passionately goodbye.

As the fatigue him a little more under his control, he descend Celeste. He did not go to the trouble Celeste home because they only two blocks away from him lives.

"Sleep tight my sweet, see you ...." then he looked at the sky said, "... now back in a few hours." He whispered, his voice unmistakable.

With a wink, he gave her a kiss, wall and walked inside.

It was the last time that he was seen alive Celeste ...

3. First the punishment then the Pleasure

Celeste was now tired but happy home. She had also not far off - there were only a few hundred meters to go. The roads were in spite of the early morning still sail completely, as if it was already 12:00 noon clock. The people around her she perceived at all, so they did not even notice, like a man in a black suit, apparently a successful manager of a company, cursed in their direction as they him in the crush of the midday crowd, his brühendheißen coffee on the apparently had shed new shirt. It took longer than usual for the way to her parents' house. At one time it ran shivers down her spine. It was not shake the feeling of being watched. Celeste looked nervously around, and wondered if she had not even started yet, being paranoid or if there was a real cause for concern. Celeste quickly rejected her, umschwirrende question in her head, and remembered. She pushed her hypersensitivity her fatigue. Too late she realized that she actually followed someone and they are not the imagined. He had long since taken their trail and followed her.

He moved into an unnaturally fast double time, which is not noticed in the crowd. This man had an average size, had a very athletic physique, had steel blue - gray eyes and blond hair raspelkurze. On his body he wore a light dark red sweater, a black, loose, comfortable baggy pants and a couple of dark red sneakers. After a short time he reached them.
She only realized when she grabbed her from behind and squeezed her with his other hand to mouth. Marriage to Celeste knew it, she was already pulled into a side street.
Eyes wide, she recognized the stranger who had pulled in there - it was the bartender from last night!

She wanted to scream, but her voice! He pressed Celeste at the brick with brick wall.

For a brief moment it looked like he was caressing her neck, but he dug his teeth into her neck. He began to suck on and shortly afterwards when Celeste was all black. Celeste lost consciousness.
You could while more and more blood to be picked to hear a comforting passion in his eyes ... and there seemed to be no end in sight.
Every drop of the man seemed to enjoy, which he recorded in itself. After a time, he felt a twitch that emanated from her body. It was this twitch that everyone hears when the last sign of human life are made known. With seemingly renewed energy he let Celeste. Motionless her bloodless body slumped to the floor. He slowly got up to press into the human dimensions. Incidentally, he wiped his face with the sleeve of Celeste's blood from his face.

The bartender again mingled inconspicuously among the crowd, and none of them would even suspect that he has sucked out a minute ago a man.
Like everyone else did it every day, he was also on Broadway in fish shops, sex shops, supermarkets and fast food restaurants past. After some time he finally reached his goal.
He went in a car shop, gave the seller a sign discreetly. Shortly after, we heard how all bolt broke off its hinges and out of the wall, there were signs a heavy, armored door. Slowly and silently opened this more and more.
Michelangelo entered the long corridor and went straight to the rocky steps down. Down there, he changed his pace put us on his serious face.

It is important to him that he continues to be treated with respect. He calmly walked in the great hall, which was completely lined in white Italian marble along.
She is already there waiting for him, Johnny's girlfriend. Friendly smile, she sat cross-legged, she sat on the closed white piano. Outwardly, she gave herself as if she were the rest of the bill itself, but deceptive. Their apparent composure, made him quite restless. Psychological warfare was something that she used always happy and masterful.

"Nice evening before? "She asked, irritated him and was referring to the previous evening.

Michael was not fooled and slowed his pace.
That does not bode well! He froze, waiting! Suddenly she jumped up and pushed him back. Michael flew with a force that would have been fatal to any mortals, against the opposite wall. It had had to break the impression as if the white marble. He slowly sat up and looked at her angrily and waited. She grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

Then she gave him a powerful slap.

"You idiot! Guess what tomorrow will be in the New York Times? WE, YOU are no better said on the front page! AND what's the headline? CELESTE WHINCHURCH TWO BITE WOUNDS found dead! Congratulations, "she snapped at Michelangelo.

Your handprint became apparent on his face and was hard to miss. Reflexively, his head more to the right side, and he felt for his concerned face.

With Mia, it is always better to not go straight to counterattack.

"Ouch that hurt," he replied to her sarcastically.

Mia was his behavior towards her still furious and had to restrain him not to miss another one. Seething with anger and she gave him a piercing look. Mia was beside himself with anger.


"What were you thinking? Are you then completely gone insane? So careless but you can not be that you are equal to steal some of the daughter of Damien Whinchurch, president of Bank of America. If you're lucky you will be able to trace anything on us and we will write that she was robbed by a crack junkie and murdered, "she chided him in sharp tone.

"Since when did you yourself unsure of what will happen? You have the gift to see into the future, about to leave? "Michelangelo drew on them.

She was about to reach back for retaliation, as Ben and Johnny came up to them.

"Who put you up for beaten so? But must certainly have hurt, right? Does your ego probably have to pay tribute? "Johnny said with a loud laugh.

Michael Johnny threw a dirty look. He felt at the moment of his best friend in the lurch.

"Well your girlfriend does not seem to get a grip. She does not appear to whom she has to do it here, "he spat back immediately.

Harry had to laugh really not dominate - which was unsuccessful.

Then he turned to his friend.

"This thing on its left side you missed him?" Her friend asked with surprise.

She nodded and smiled arrogantly to Johnny.

He let out an admiring whistle.

"Good for you! Did not know that she has such a power. "He added.

In the background, Ben turned out laughing. He could hardly stand on his legs so.

"Must be so bad to have to beat up a woman." Mia said mockingly.

And began to laugh too.

When Johnny had regained, was Michelangelo's head tilted down. Late in the evening, Mike made the suggestion to go somewhere where a lot is going on. A goal he had not, but in any case a small fortune in your pocket.

The first address at which they stopped, was the famous from the movie When Harry Met Sally restaurant "Katz", a place that you had to book a week in advance. Even then there was no guarantee to get a table.
But you got to always reserve a place without prior. Why should they? This posh restaurant they owned. After about 4 Jacky - Cola on ice, they garnered even further and gave the waiter $ 200 tip. They had to pay not all. After they left, the legendary restaurant, they got into their carriage bursting with PS and made it on the way to another place to have fun.

Michelangelo took place in his dark red Lamborghini Gallardo. With a loud roar, he started his car. They had a long journey ahead. Their route ran through almost the entire city of New York. Michelangelo was traveling with more than 300 items on the prescribed speed limit, but that interested him very little. With 350km / h then he raced through a small section of New York city, before then subsequently only trees paved her route on both sides. When they arrived at their destination, they were almost to the border in the neighboring state.
Finally, they went further and began outside the club, "A Piece of Sin" halt - an amusement park just for men - a strip club, which was full to bursting, as they entered it.

Numerous light - and laser effects were the dancing people and the dance floor in neon red and green light in the exchange. Almost everyone dancing raised his hands in height and let her up. Both of the women - and the percentage of men were equally divided. There were about seven dance pit two major and five minor.
On the larger, three Gogo sprawled - dancers on the bars. Skillfully and with professional ease, they attracted the lascivious glances drunken men to be with you for some lords of creation could certainly speak of a seasoned guy.

Exactly this proportion seemed to have misunderstood the wink of sexy dancers and they understood rather as an invitation to more. Two beefy, probably pumped full of steroids Security - men, appeared out of nowhere and made short work of the five rowdy young men. Roughly grabbed by the neck, they were quickly brought to reality and made the club. A small incident as in any club where staying pretty women occurs.
All five had trouble in the coveted VIP - get places. As two more approaching walls, seemed the rollicking, thoroughly celebrating crowd wanting to crush it. Often they had to block off the rightful hands on it, which were carelessly swinging to the beat. A little later, the five measures already at one of the coveted tables in front of the strippers place and ordered a large bottle of Don Perignon, who was immediately beheaded and flowed like water ...

Vivienne was very concerned that they could not reach Celeste and the history between April and Marcus they would not let go.
She called Marcus, because she knew that if Celeste at home could not be reached and her BlackBerry was out, she was in Marcus' bed.
She moved quickly to a shirt and hotpants, went down to the elevator, into the garage. She got into her cherry-red Bugatti Veyron one with cream colored seats made of crocodile leather. They drove up to the circles then opened the garage door by itself.

With her usual speed, she raced to Marcus. When he arrived in Madison Avenue they parked the Veyron. After she completed her driver's door, ran straight into the penthouse in the view of Central Park.

She ran up the stairs and banged on his door like a lunatic. A little later she heard a tired female voice moaning and coming closer and closer, grinding, naked footsteps on the floor. Only in a white towel around the basin, which covered the male genital, Marcus opened the door Vivienne.

"Why did you knock for so rough?" He asked.

"As you can see, I had already had my fun!"

As he heard the sentence pronounced Vivienne how another woman sprawled in bed. She wondered how he could have the heart to fuck himself throughout New York, while his girlfriend has vanished without trace. Vivienne disgusted Marcus's ruthlessness and cold-heartedness.

"Honey, who is there at the door," asked the stranger overslept.

He turned to a "treasure Nobody! Nobody in particular to bring out "what they would then discourage further questions.

With a cool mine turned back to Vivienne. Although she was irritated to the utmost, she remained calm, but Marcus knew her too long to know that she was no longer inside curb rage.

"Who's that in your bed?" Asked applied Vivienne him.

"This is Jane! Would have come earlier ... But who is late is punished by life, is not it? "Replied Marcus Vivienne, casually.

Vivienne was close to a tantrum. For any outsider it would be advisable that a wide berth Vivienne.
Marcus seemed but little to impress not to.

She could not but feel relieved their deep contempt towards him but remained unresolved.

"I thought Celeste sleeps with you! Where is she? "She questioned him further.

"I do not know, I was too tired to drive them on their doorstep and they sell there, so they've stopped just before my home. From there she was on her way home. How should I know where she is? Do I look like her nanny? "He countered, annoyed.

Marcus gave her a long with his green eyes and smiled boldly. He looked a good while.

"How do you actually to show up just like that with me? If I remember correctly, you can make me really really hate to death, or that has changed in the meantime? Did you actually someone told you before how damn sexy you look when you get angry? This look makes me incredibly, could you make it with smooth even at the door ... "he remarked provocatively.
Vivienne thoughtfully lowered her gaze to the floor. Marcus tried again make eye contact with Vivienne, as he quickly took notice of how they stared thoughtfully at the ground.

"And? Even the found what you were looking for? "He provoked them.

Only now she realized where her gaze rested a good time and felt embarrassed. She noted that she has acted in haste yet further.

"Dream on! Go to hell, Marcus, "she hissed at him.

"Too bad ... would certainly become interesting ..." Marcus replied with mock disappointment.

Vivienne left his penthouse and returned to her car. She climbed back into their Veyron and raced toward 5th Avenue to Celeste's parents, Marguerite and Damien Whinchurch. A short time later was even before "The Dorchester". Immediately rushed her to the Page to open the door and followed her down to the hotel reception.

"Hey Ray, I wish to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Whinchurch. Are they there? "

"But of course, Miss Vivienne, I assume that they know where to find the family Whinchurch ..." said Ray, the receptionist.

"Yes, would, I know now." She said with a big smile.

Unerringly she strutted to the already fetched from the bell elevator, turned to him.

"I want to check out the 65.Etage" she ordered him politely.

"As you wish, Miss Turner." Said the elevator boy then turned around and put the elevator in motion.

A short time later they came even in the 65th at. They ran a petrol-colored hallway and immediately came to the president - at Suite.

Although she found neither before nor Margreth Damien Whinchurch but came Meredith stormed to her.

"Thank God you're here, Vivienne." Said Meredith, Celeste's easier older sister.

Vivienne knew at the time what was the real reason for Meredith's deep dismay.

"Where is Celeste? Marcus said that she was on her way to you, "she asked gently with her.

Meredith ran suddenly tear-stained face. Vivienne it broke my heart they to think so.

"I thought at first that she would stay with Marcus on this night, and then I opened the newspaper and read that my sister had from strangers ..." Meredith said glumly.

Meredith, Celeste's sister went up to her and hugged her tightly. Vivienne who do not understand, could not understand was what was just said before, stood there for a while and just let Meredith's words act in itself. She looked at Meredith indignantly. It shook her to the core.

Vivienne took Meredith in his arms and had to cry himself. She felt her heart was bleeding really like. She felt the heartache she would crush the same.

When Meredith has calmed down, she was silent for a moment. They did not really know what to say. Sadly she watched Vivienne.

"I just can not believe what happened ..." remarked Celeste's older sister with exhausted voice.

"Would you now for a bourbon," she asked with a sobbing voice and red eyes.

Vivienne turned to Meredith Sheer howling was her mascara was completely obliterated. Black tears rolling down.

"Give up the whole bottle since we share ourselves, okay?" They advised her.

"Hmm ok." Agreed Meredith.

Vivienne spent the whole evening with Meredith, they looked at albums and captured moments of Celeste. Some of these photos, they had the impression that they had been shot only yesterday, yet they were a few years back. Both Meredith and Vivienne haunted this question through their heads.

> Why Celeste

4. Sad certainty

She pulled away gently from Meredith that her head bet to Vivienne's lap, and with her arms clasped her hips. When she manages to break away from Meredith's grip, she crept silently outside. She grabbed her car keys and closed the door softly behind him. On Zehspitzen she ran to the elevator. Vivienne asked the elevator operator to bring them down. With a gesture, to lift even a little later put in motion. One could argue that the elevator was floating down.
Before long, she was already back in front of their Veyron. She got in, went on the accelerator and roared back to the House of Turner - on the other side of Central Park. The thought of Celeste's death, she could not shake. Countless questions swirled aimlessly through her head. The streets were unusually little ride today. They had a hair missed the driveway, lost so much in their thoughts. Vivienne Veyron parked her in the garage and turned off the engine to be able to leave their cars next. She stumbled a little woozy from the rest of alcohol, to the elevator and pressed with a lax hand gesture button to 50.Etage.
The melodious, female voice from the speaker read them know that she was the right floor and opened the door.

They came in the living room where they were already waiting for her parents Howard and Roselyn. Her mother's face was still marked by worry, as her daughter on the way tu her room unsteadily, followed.

"Where were you! Are you drunk? "Asked her mother.

But Vivienne was that ensure met face seemingly cold. She herself still struggling with the very sad news. Even if the impression was mistaken, since it was the emotion of her sort itself. She knew at the time not yet know whether she had heard these horror message and actually read, or whether it was just a very bad illusion.

"Mom, I do not want to just talk to the Constitution. We can not talk about it in a day? "Her Vivienne replied in a weak voice.

Unable to cope with their emotional roller coaster, it closed immediately after the door to her room.
Vivienne went to bed and left her mother full of questions at the locked door back to her room.

Your permanent no choice but to reluctantly withdraw her comfortable armchair by the fire and wait until Vivienne was ready to talk to her again. She tried to sleep, because they hardly sleep at Meredith found. But as soon as she closed her eyes, it was either the news of the death of her best friend, or the rest of the alcohol they forced to stay awake. Shortly thereafter, she turned slowly on his back. Although she was visibly exhausted and screamed her body after a break, it rejected any thought of himself even slightly turned about. Wide awake, she stared at her red canopy that hung from the ceiling.
Her breathing was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the wheezing was more unconscious.
She also noticed not as cold hot sweat put all her sinewy body under water.

Roselyn thought all the time, what is the reason for Vivienne's unusual behavior. As in a trance, she walked over to the table to read the latest New York Times.

With great dismay, she read the headline:

"CELESTE WHINCHURCH found dead!"

Stunned, she picked up the newspaper in his hand and read it several times, line by line, word by word, letter by letter.
Now it seemed the reason for Vivienne's strange behavior to have found. She went back to her chair and sat down in it. He too began feeling her carousel rule.

"Why Celeste? She was such a good girl! "Rose began to wonder.

Howard noted that even with his wife something was wrong and went their way. She was trembling all over.

As much as she wanted him over the sad news, remained sealed her lips. When she finally decided to deliver the message to him, Roslyn had to fight back tears.

"Celeste has died!" Rose told her husband

He wanted to believe just do not think the talk of Celeste Whinchurch was.

THE Celeste that he saw from an early age growing up and knew.

"You do not mean it as Damien's daughter, right?" He asked confused.
Roselyn pursed her lips and nodded.
"Yes darling, Damien's daughter Celeste's dead How the media reports she is murdered by persons unknown," she confirmed it.

He bit his lip and held for a moment in the air.

"White Vivienne already there," he asked his wife upset.

Rose, did not just find the right words.

She nodded briefly. Immediately after she buried her face in her hands. From his assumption now has become a sad certainty. Howard wished in that moment, but it may be just a bad dream. Howard loved Celeste as his own daughter.

He sat down with Rosie, his wife, took her in his arms and thought for himself - the shock runs deep and had this very sad news to process it first. He knew already that this will be a long process ... processing

The phone rang for some time, but only now frightened Vivienne's parents on.

"Sit. I will answer the phone. "Howard then spoke to his wife.

When he took off he heard a loud sniffles and sobs am

"Rosie? Howard? It's me ... Margreth Margreth Whinchurch spoke "a whining voice.

"Hello Marguerite, we received the news that we are in deep mourning. You have our deepest sympathy, Marge. "Comforted Mrs. Howard.

"Thank you from your side, I know this is really appreciated. If only I could take my feelings and my feelings into words, I would tell you. "Coughed Margreth.

Both spouses were unable to imagine how hard the death of their beloved daughter weighed on the hearts Celeste's parents. Losing one's child, the worst thing that could happen in the lives of parents.

"You know Marge, whenever you need us, you can call anytime and you were, are and will always be welcome and also with us in our family. You have all our condolences. Anything we can do for you? "Howard replied promptly.

"No, Howard, do not be circumstances, but we should do something we'll call you." Meredith said with a faint, sad smile.

"All right, at least try to find a little peace. Until then, "he adopted them.

The conversation was over and hung up. Flora and Vince came gaily in Vivienne's room stormed and laid their heavy trolley in the corner.

"Hey wake up sleeping beauty it is two clock in the afternoon," cried her siblings.

Vivienne woke up hard, she had the impression that her head would explode. Then she turns to the side and saw her sitting on her bed, her siblings.

"Hey, glad you're here, how was Cancun?" Vivienne asked wearily.
"It was a brilliant party," said Flora, her younger sister. Vince agreed to his sister with a significant nod and a dreamy look.

"Pretty women ranged as far as the eye can see ..." he gushed before Vivienne.

Flora looked at her sister. She realized that something was wrong. She was ashamed at once for her exuberant joy, behavior.

"You do not look well, what happened?" She persisted insecure.

"What a bastard left you this so infinitely sad face? Make the bastard who did this to my sister, I finished! "Her older brother Vince questioned irritably.

Vivienne hug with one arm Flora's shoulder, gave her brother a kiss on the forehead and hugged him.

"A guy is not the reason for my tears. Celeste ... she died, "she answered softly with trembling voice.

Incredulity were visible in the faces of her siblings, Flora and Vince. Vince immediately became quiet and reflective. In Vivienne's room enveloped in a sad and dismayed silence. No one dared utter a word.

After seemingly endless time Vince finally broke through the wall of silence.

"Celeste? Our Celeste? Why them? She was the cutest girl I ever knew. I no longer understand the world, "he had to like his sister, announced in a shaky voice.

Flora could not speak, but you could see that her lips began to tremble more violently and her eyes filled with more tears. Without inhibitions they then began to cry and then could not stop.

"April! Baby! There are pancakes ". exclaimed happily after her daughter Barbara.

April awoke as whacked. My head was buzzing still from vodka and cigarettes last night. She wondered how she came into her room. April had noticed in any way that it was worn by Vivienne in her room.

"Yes, I'll come on down" April muttered quietly grumbled to himself.

"Be right there," she said afterwards listless.

As an old woman, April went to a cautious pace down the stairs.
With a slow gait she moved toward the kitchen, where already her parents Barbara and James and her little sister Cynthia sat at the table.
"Vivienne has called a few times with us. She wanted to talk to you really. She sounded quite sad! You should call it after dinner. "James shared with his daughter.
"Yes Dad, I've been doing." Said April.


The tasty pancakes she had to purely forced to even something in your stomach. She stood up abruptly and walked to her mobile to call Vivienne. After a long "Tuuut" she could hear a faint, almost fragile voice.

Only after a long time she has subsequently recognized Vivienne's voice.

"Hey! You sound very sad. What happened? "Asked her best friend April.

"Celeste's dead-our Celeste!" Vivienne replied in a trembling voice.

"That's a joke, right?" Hooked after April.

"Unfortunately, this is no joke." Vivienne said afterwards.

April could not believe what she said, because her best friend.

"When did this happen?" Asked April, Vivienne did not answer, however.

"When did this happen, Vivienne? Vivienne you hear me? "Asked April it for repeated times

Vivienne then woke up from their intellectual world.

"Yesterday morning! Did not you read the papers? It can be found directly on the front page! "She replied confused.

April rushed Vivienne with the handset quickly becomes a dining table and picked up the newspaper. She could not and would not believe that Vivienne was right. As if in a trance she hung up and left phone and newspaper fall almost simultaneously. The mourning period for April has already begun.
She was not the classic type grieving, mourning for April was a mixture of infinite rage and despair. From then on they had to be left alone. April was unresponsive for weeks. You came down only to eat and drink. Barbara and James had understanding that April mourned. However, they were preparing Aprils rest behavior and weight worried. After a few bites, she had to force herself down, she went back upstairs and stared apathetically at the wall. She thought about everything after and then there was the matter with Marcus, Celeste's friend. She was lost in her thoughts that she aufschrak. Her phone began to ring as it was already late at night. April looked at it to see who they can then just phoned the number she was not known. They still went to the phone to her ear and heard a sexy, devilish voice.

"Hello my baby, you know me for? Did you miss me? I ask that is already "made her the sexy - know devilish male voice.

This sentence struck April to the marrow, she turned pale and could not speak, because they knew very well who the caller. She also knew very well know what he wanted from her. Just the thought called out to her-but disgust her small, dark secret must be preserved, as if they were refusing to devastating consequences. April was now a prisoner of its own, because she did not know who they could trust this ordeal.

She decided to end her life NOW!

5. First encounters between two worlds

While their parents slept, to April snuck out of the house unnoticed. It seemed as if she were no specific target, along the street. She only knew that her life had no meaning.

"Hello, my beauty, where the road?" She suddenly heard a voice behind her call.

She turned around to see who she has since called, but she could see no one. Puzzled but not interested to whom it concerned, they simply walked on. On the way to the subway, she was so engrossed in her thoughts that she did not even heard Marcus come to her. A sudden hug from Marcus scare them away.

"Hey baby, did you miss me? Did you not hear me for coming, "he asked her, trying to kiss her neck every time.

April disgusted tried to pull away from him. She could not tear himself away from his clutches and had to follow him wherever he wanted to. Marcus took her a long road until the two arrived on his Honda.
"Rise up and put on your helmet on! Connect your eyes, "he ordered her.

April did what she had told Marc. She climbed on the bike and after a short roar of the engine and they drove really got going. It was not long since Marcus already reached the Brooklyn Bridge. They crossed the bridge and drove a little further. April felt that Marcus was at its destination, but still she did not dare take off the blindfold. Finally she grabbed Marcus with a firm grip on her right upper arm beneath her feet were small stones and a soft felt bottom. It felt as if it would lead to a park April. Again and again she could feel his breath on the nape times times on the cheeks. A short time later she felt something hard and Rough at her back. Marcus she pushed against a thick tree trunk! He took off the blindfold and tried to kiss her. Marcus read from his lips no opportunity to press against her, while he casually unbuttoned his pants and then together with the panties pulled down. April had tears in his eyes, pure horror and fear were evident in her face.

"You want it too, right? You're a mystery to me sleep, Treasure every girl dreams of it here with me, but I decided for you ... "she whispered in his ear Marcus.

He pulled down his pants and forced his way into April, "... and you know me from? The women lie to me in droves at your feet and do not even like it approximately one that attracts me so much, as you do, and I have unfortunately happens to be the bad habit to get me what I want. "

April did not dare scream but hoped that it will soon be over. Marcus was a person who is unpredictable.

She wept silently, which brought Marcus obviously even more momentum. He moaned and groaned with pleasure and happy in his ear.

A little later he smiled and let go of her.

"It was nice to you!" He let them know scornfully.

"Goodbye, my beautiful one," he added, in addition to honor it without a glance, and lit a cigarette.

With a loud noise, he drove away, leaving April as it was back cold-hearted.

"I have a huge hunger for blood! Human blood! Who's in? ". Michelangelo made the proposal.

Without hesitation, they all agreed, because they already had enough of champagne. Driven by their irrepressible thirst for human blood, from the club.

"Well what are we waiting for? Hunting we go! "Heard one of the younger members of the clan Velacenza call jovial.

Bloodstorm they made the Central Park unsafe.
The young law student had just finished her lecture. She quickly packed her things. A few minutes later she came through the glass door, go to the University with the project home. She took the shortest way to get there, what exactly led through Central Park.
Their small apartment was directly opposite the huge park. She quickly put her headphones in her ears and started walking. She quickened her walking speed, as soon as they came to the park. In the darkness, saw the park from uninviting, she thought again and again and again. After a while they penetrated deeper and deeper into the park, the young law student stopped abruptly as she looked just happened in the dim light of the old lantern on the gravel road.
She was sure a black shadow, quick as a weasel scurry to have seen past her.
Undeterred, she went her way home and continued her absorbed in her thoughts. She had been so in her mind that she did not even noticed how more and more vampires. By their hunger for blood to scrapings and were just waiting for the right moment With a devilish grin, with his blood soaked fangs came out, they were looking out for their next victim. The two could not possibly be seen by her.

"The still looks delicious, do not you Johnny?" Said Michelangelo.

"How right you are!" Johnny replied promptly.

"Will you have it, Johnny?" Michelangelo offered to him.

"No, I'll let you go first, my friend," Johnny said amicably.

In the middle of her favorite song, which she heard from their mobile phone, the battery gave up the ghost. She was forced to stand for a second time and took her cell phone from his jacket pocket.
She cursed under his breath, when she found out the reason for the unexpected termination of their favorite song. While she had her eyes still fixed on the pitch-black screen of the small device, could their ears, some very disturbing fragments of words heard from the bushes. An inner unrest spread through her. Her stomach clutched by this unsettling feeling together. You could, however, not be swayed by their gut feeling and turned her attention back where it was earlier on. They would rather have listened to her gut feeling.

Suddenly everything went very fast ...
Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her along behind him.
From dread she dared not see who it was straight. When Michelangelo was then pulled out of sight of the people, he made himself known. But before the girl could see the look of her abductor, who once brought his teeth pierced him her neck and sucked it empty with pleasure. She winced, but eventually the pain was no longer felt. She was stunned. The young law student remarked, not even that she's dead. Over time, closed their eyes for the last time One might almost think they would have been even easier to live no longer need. The prospective representative of the law was now a cruel crime victim.


The Doberman ran, straight to his next prey. The more the Doberman approached his prey, the more he then took on the form of Johnny. When he was close enough to her, he grabbed the back of these and all I could hear what it was a piercing scream was silent in the dark abyss of the night. Out of nowhere appeared Michael, Ben, Charlie and Nick, as they went through a metamorphosis they were always faster. Ben took the shape of a wolf, Charlie on the form of a crow and Nick one owl. Michael thought it was currently not necessary to go through a metamorphosis. He remained invisible for now. Your lust for blood was almost insatiable. Whatever the reason for this was that it would not find a quick end.

April crouched on the other hand there is still half naked, where she was left by Marcus. She was trembling all over. His face was buried in her hands. At the end of their tether and too weak to stand up, they now remained at their old location, and fell asleep. While Johnny, Michelangelo and the rest moved on Ben remained in Central Park, he had drunk enough blood. Ben was a woman who was sleeping half naked zusammenkauernd to a tree in the eye. It was April, which caught his attention. In general it would be a godsend for him, but for some reason he could not bring myself to suck it.

He walked over to her and tried again and again to address.

"Hey ... What's your name?" He asked her.

"Who did this to you? Who made you just beaten so, "he asked in bemusement.

Ben felt that Michael was in his presence. Ben stood up, closed his eyes and cried in thought always Michael's name. On the other side of Central Park, Mike noticed that in Benedict cried.

Benedict Vittorio Velacenza was the boss of the vampire clan and when someone gave an order, this also had to be done immediately, Michelangelo knew it on the fastest route he followed Benedict's reputation. Michelangelo Domenico Velacenza, better known as Michael was now on to Ben.

"Get them out of here, I come then," he asked Michael.

"And Mike ... Will not get any ideas," added Benedict.

Michael Ben gave to understand with a nod that he has taken his mission clearly noted.
Michael took April high on his shoulder so that April's head looked down and took her to his dark red Lamborghini Gallardo. He set April on the passenger seat and went to the gas pedal. A short time they were there, too.

Michelangelo took April again on the shoulder and walked toward the guest room, then he laid her on the bed and covered her. Finally, he went out as soon as possible. Because he felt that his thirst for her blood was getting bigger.

6.The unknown caller and the fateful first meeting

It bordered on mockery and ridicule that the sun was shining and a deep blue sky over New York extended, as Howard and Roselyn on her roof terrace together under the protection of their umbrellas, sat still meditated on the happening of the last days.

"It's really too bad about the pretty child! I still can not understand what happened. I wish so much that this is just a bad dream from which I will be woken again. "Roselyn took the word.

"Yes, I wanted too, but unfortunately it's happened and it's true." She replied Howard.

When the phone rang threw Roselyn a look, she went into a rapid pace and picked up the phone.

"Hello Rose, here's margin," she introduced herself.

"Hello, nice that you called, how are you?" Said Roselyn.

After a long silence Margreth seized again the word.

"All the time I wonder why Celeste? Why is my daughter, "she sobbed on. "The children are the parents to bury their parents, not the children," she complained, the last word has been swallowed by the flood of tears.

"I do not understand why God can be so cruel ... He has taken my little one, my little angel," she blubbered then. It was heartbreaking to listen to, as Marguerite is the pain of the soul said. She could not stop crying. That she was a heavy heart, was understandable. Roslyn itself went very close to the phone and had to fight back tears. The grief, as well as the tears seemed to have no end more. Marguerite felt powerless because she had lost her daughter and Roslyn shared their sympathy and partly because it her human in this dark hour with her could be.

"Something is better, but I'm still very upset about what happened." She said tearfully.

"I'm so sorry for not being able to be with you, Marguerite." Letting them know it.

"Are your children well? Is everything all right with you, "asked Marguerite Whinchurch, after which she was able to calm down a little.

At first she did not dare to give her an answer and a long time about whether and especially what to say to her.

"Yes, my children are fine. Only Vivienne has taken this incident very much, she is not accessible for days! We are all very sorry and deeply saddened "answered Roselyn.

Your response to her was hard on the lips.

"I wanted to invite you to the only funeral and subsequent funeral, they take place on Thursday at 15 clock!" Informed Margreth Rosie.

"Thank you for the invitation, we know it really is greatly appreciated, we will be there!" Said Roselyn.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Vivienne came after days of mourning back from her room.

"Who called Mama?" Asked her daughter.

"This was Celeste's mother Rosie, she invited us to attend the funeral of her daughter," answered Roselyn.

Flora and Vince came to meet her.

"How are you, sis? We are deeply concerned about you. Are you hungry? "

"No, thank you! I would be more for a shopping spree for me to be able to deflect anything. Comes with it, "asked her sister Vivienne.
Vivienne made refreshed and went back out for days now.

"Mom, we're out to bring our sister for a brief moment to think of other things," stated Vince modest flora and her mother.

"All right, but take care of yourselves!" Vivienne's parents answered almost simultaneously.

Flora, Vince and Vivienne then disappeared shortly afterwards and left the parental home.

"I need some fresh air ... Let us first drink?" Suggested Vivienne.

All three had agreed to its proposal. After some time they sat down to a nearby cafe and ordered the desired beverage. Vivienne was about to begin to talk about her grief at her brother and sister from the heart when she heard about CNN more details about Celeste's death. It stated:

"There is a hot track, about the death Celeste Whinchurch! Recent investigations have shown that you could have during the autopsy of the corpse of Whinchurch Celeste, the daughter of the president of Bank of America, bite wounds. Whose origins are sometimes unclear. Even with the alleged perpetrators, the police still groping in the dark. It is now suspected that the daughter of Damien Whinchurch is a sadistic, drug-addicted offenders fallen victim! A sex crime could be excluded! You can learn more around the clock on CNN! For you in the studio Carmen Mendoza! "

Vince, flora and Vivienne turned to the TV and watched the news quietly. She met all three to the core. After this news, they quickly rejected the idea to go shopping. All three went instead pensive walk. Both flora and Vincent and Vivienne are trying a rhyme of this story make. Celeste's death was also very close to them and raised many, many questions.

"I do not understand the world anymore! Why Celeste? She has yet nobody's done! Why is this world just so unfair? "Vivienne took the word.

"If I catch the person who did this to her, the one who wished to be me never met!" Vince ruled with hatred and contempt, about Celeste's murderer.

Flora, however, brought out a word, but you could tell that she was in an emotional roller coaster. It was early evening when they set out on the way home.
About seven they were then returned home.

"We're back!" Vince gave flora and to understand their parents.
 
Both flora and Vince Vivienne and then went into her room. They all tried to process the tragic report of the local station about Celeste's death. In each room was a heavy silence felt oppressive and everyone mourned his way. While Flora and Vivienne were wept openly, Vincent felt incredible anger and incomprehension in its interior.

Meanwhile, it was late in the evening, as Vivienne was torn because of their ringing phones from her thoughts.

"Am I speaking with Vivienne Turner? I deeply regret that I do to such a late hour calls. You is the name of April Sommers known, "she asked a male voice on the other end of the line.

Vivienne suddenly went pale in the face, her breathing remained standing. She felt as if you squeeze her the air.

For a moment, put out her breath and in a split second, it all more color in her face.

"How'd you get my number? How do you know my name? Yes, the name is known to me, that's my best friend. What about her, "she said flatly.

"I just wanted to say that April is in a safe place! I let someone come to you, "replied the man's voice.
Vivienne regained consciousness and its impotence was anger.

"Where is she? Where is April? "She asked the unknown caller.

But even as she asked this question, the stranger had already hung up. Vivienne tormented even more questions, of sleeping with her could be no question. Wide awake, she went to the roof terrace, made a Dry Martini. She wandered restlessly back and forth on her terrace. With an effort she reflected, where April could only be called and her phone back into memory. Vivienne hoped to find in it an important detail in their common call that April could tell current location. She turned her eyes, even with the half-empty martini glass in hand, and looked forward to the stunning night skyline of New York also ...

It was a somewhat chilly night. The moon was full and seemed crystal clear down to earth. A light wind blew silently over their terrace.

She was just about to light a cigarette. Her finger was on the trigger of the lighter are that the flame was extinguished in the meantime, they did not care. Something else seemed to have caught her attention. Absently she took her thumb off the lighter and wondered what would be there probably on their terrace. Something small and Queen seemed to lie on the stone floor as she was sure. Vivienne walked carefully to the Dry Martini in his hand in that direction. She went to her knees and examined the delicate, almost fragile thing, which was staying at her feet. Gently she reached you from hand to take it as such.
It had all the appearance of a wine red gladiolus - Vivienne's favorite flowers.

"Take her to calm you! They will not bite you before! "Assured her a male voice.

It was a very soft yet deep male voice. Like black velvet feels like it sounded in human ears. His voice seemed to be a baritone. Vivienne was just about to get up, she was terrified so much when she suddenly saw a few sneakers dangling in front of them that just her eyes widened and a short high scream was heard.

It lasted until they realized his time, a man was sitting in front of her on the parapet of the roof terrace.

In a delayed reaction, she dropped her glass of martini .. The thin glass shattered into a thousand tiny shards immediately as soon as it came up on the stone floor.

Her breath caught.

"How did you come up here? How did you know where I live? "She asked in a shaky voice.

"Pure Intuition! I'm waiting for you downstairs, "he said, with his loving lovely voice.
"Where are we going?" Said Vivienne troubled him.

"Hurry up, I have no time to lose," he urged them now.

Vivienne took the house keys and sneaked out of the parental home. About the elevator she succeeded then down to where Michelangelo was waiting for them.

"You ready? We go, "he put his hand briefly.

She nodded briefly. Vivienne got mixed feelings into Mike's Lamborghini. Mike went on the accelerator! He quickly reached the 300km / h - brand.

"Where are we going?" She asked him.

"You'll find out early enough! We go visit someone. "He answers her harshly.

After a short time he gave Vivienne understand that their journey was over.

"We have arrived at our destination," he said.

He got out to open the door can then Vivienne. Vivienne standing in front of a mansion that was more like a small castle.

"So you're Vivienne Turner," a deep voice, another male voice came from the darkness.
When she tried to find out where the voice came, Ben was already in front of her. Ben was a tall, athletically built man had dark brown hair, gray eyes and was 321Jahre-old Vivienne does not know what. He was a nice fellow, highly educated, and he was someone who had held damn good for his age. He immediately caught himself and froze his features.

"I Michelangelo sent to you to let you get here." He informed them.

"Follow me," he told Vivienne.

She followed him without resistance. Ben stepped forward like the first one, followed by Vivienne and Michelangelo, as the last. With safe passage, she walked along the gravel path. He paved the way to the front door. It was not long, as she stood outside the residence.
It was a long, rectangular building, which was built in the Italian Neo-Renaissance style. It was fully lined with flesh-colored facades.
All six feet were visible large windows. The elaborate, carved stone angel ornaments made this opulent window. The window frames were painted in dark green.

Above the entrance, a large balcony was built that stretched seemingly to the entire facade. When they came to the entrance, Vivienne faced an approximately two - man high dark brown door.

A grimace for grimace of black brass was almost placed in the center. It reminded me a little of a threat with teeth bared Rottweiler. In his closed mouth sticking a medium-sized knock ring. It was only when she entered the mansion she could make a whole picture of the breathtaking beauty of this house. Blank polished, dark parquet covered the entire room in which they stood.
The walls of the first room had been dealt with aubergine wallpaper. Black wooden frame and fine furniture with intricate carvings of ebony rounded out the room to an elegant manner. On the way into the bedroom, Vivienne was immediately apparent that none of the rooms is a mirror hung.

Ben carefully opened the huge, long, narrow, black door to the guest room. Your insides of the notches had been provided with gold leaf. Vivienne almost floating, it granted a glimpse of the spacious bedrooms. Despite, the darkness, you had a good understanding on the establishment, which was inside. The color seemed to be a very dark forest green.

The bed, as well as the rest of the bedroom furniture had been processed from fine mahogany wood.
She could see only dimly, like someone was sleeping in it.

As Vivienne cautiously stepped closer, she could see April in bed. Michelangelo's interest was not the sleeping April but her. Even she could almost feel how his watchful eyes they looked.

With slightly tilted head and a sheepish yet highly interested look Vivienne Michael seemed to muster. He caught himself before they could see anything. His face hardened even before he asked.

"Convinced? It's time to go! I'll take you home, "he urged.

Thoughtful Vivienne rose in Michelangelo Gallardo. The first stage of the journey the two spent in silence.
In the time in which he was focused to deal with its line ahead, however, she turned her gaze again and again in his direction. Michael quickly realized that he was being watched by her and as he was about to build an eye contact, looking away Vivienne. She always made to look like an accident. She looked back at him and thought about their very short stay in the villa after and seemed to forget the time. Michelangelo again got the feeling to be considered. His instinct did not deceive him. She looked at him until he spoke out.

"What," he asked her calmly.

This time he was able to build a successful eye contact and held it upright too.

"Why are you looking at me?" He asked confused.
Vivienne inevitably turned away bashfully and buried her pretty face in her delicate hands.

"I'm sorry ... not my intention was ... I do not know what's gotten into me ..." she said sheepishly.

He pulled his left eyebrow. With skepticism, he listened to her answer.

"Of course ... I'm so ugly ... but it's okay ... you should not feel sorry for them ... I do not mind." Calmly.
Shortly after he answered her, he looked at her again.

Vivienne was not sure what she should say and remained silent. Here she smiled sheepishly. Yet she could not turn her gaze from him.
In fact, Michelangelo also looked like an incarnate, little sin.
Vivienne tried to free herself from her personal predicament in which they wanted to change the subject.

"As my friend April summer has come to you," she asked him, full of curiosity.

"Benedict detect them in Central Park ... and now she is with us ..." he answered almost. "It is still a day or two with us." He added shortly. Vivienne seemed as her driver knew more than he had given up on his own and continued pestering him with questions. But Michelangelo was silent consistently.

"So ... here we are ..." he let them know shortly.

7. Welcome to Villa Velacenza

As the first rays of sun were in the sky, April slowly opened her eyes. She sat up carefully. Everywhere she looked, pure luxury in sight. She was laid to rest in a queen size bed, the furniture was in the Victorian style. The walls were covered in dark green brocade, damask curtains were made of expensive. These are all questions you went through my head. "Where am I? What am I doing here? Why I'm lying in a strange bed? How long was I asleep? "She took the covers back and saw that she was half naked. "What happened," she asked, this time with a loud voice.


Nor with the question in mind his houses, whether he was actually met this beautiful woman, he set out on the way to the guest room to inquire after April and if it lacked something. After a slight knock he stepped carefully the guestroom. April was still a bit sleepy, when she heard someone call her name. She wondered if what is happening now, happening right now actually.

"Good morning, beautiful stranger, welcome to the Villa Velacenza" she kindly welcomed a male voice.

Michelangelo was the one who stood before her at the bedside. April was fascinated by the beauty of this man.

"My name is Michael Angelo Domenico Velacenza call me just Michael or Mike," he introduced himself with a charming smile.

"And what's the name of the beautiful sleepy unknown?" Then he asked her.

A small smile crossed her face.

"The beautiful is sleepy Unknown April and summer is from New York," she introduced herself.

"Indeed! April Sommers, a beautiful name ... because Ms. Sommers wants a bite to eat? "Researcher Mike.

"Yes actually already" replied April.

Mike was almost out of the bedroom door outside, since April's soft voice called him again.

"Michelangelo! Right? "She inquired.

He was forced to once again return to the bedroom.

"Yes? What wish can I still meet for Ms. Sommers? "He was informed.

"Do not! I want to say thanks for everything! "Thanked April.
"For what? Those are nothing more than little things that are natural for our guests .... no further ... "he said, chuckling while.

Michael slipped out of the room to get out in April to take anything to eat, because he heard his name again, but this time it was not April but Benedict.

"Michelangelo! "He called him" Where are you going? "He asked.

"I'm going to pick up our guests something to eat!" Mike replied immediately.

"Did not know that you sometimes can not think of anything else except to killing! How is she? Does she know what happened yesterday night? "Benedict inquired further.
"April's going well under the circumstances, she knows nothing of what has happened." He replied Ben.

Benedict Vittorio looked at him searchingly with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Oh, this is her name! If she asks you, keep you covered! "

When Ben turned his eyes to the window, he saw a bright blue sky. The sun was not yet at its zenith. He felt that it pulled him out.

"Today it is a beautiful day to go to town not you think, Mike?" He suggested.

"Sure, what do you want?" Asked Mike.

He saw his boss in the eye and held his arms clasped behind his back.

"Bring her to eat something! Hurry up, "ordered Ben Michelangelo.

"Bring our guest, a little breakfast in bed! Behave inconspicuous! "Mike did call the maid.

Ben had not even set foot out of the villa, there was already a car with driver at the door. The two got in and drove into the New York center.

April was still in bed, looked out and tried to remember what happened the night before. Suddenly she heard the bedroom door opened quietly and a food cart rolled into the room.

"At the behest of, the Velacenza - Bosses! This is for you, "she gave her to understand.

April could not believe what she saw there, she felt like a queen.

"For me? That was not Have! Thank you, "she answered after a short time.

"The Velacenza bosses said there should you want for nothing. Your wish is our command! "Added the young maid added.

She could not believe she was here. She was a little uneasy, but she was glad to be safe.

"Where's Michael?" April asked the maid.

"They're in town!" And went out again with a slight curtsy.

Meanwhile, April is risen. She walked back and forth in the bedroom to think about what happened.

Questions, questions came thick and fast in her head:

"What happened last night? Who are these people? When I come back home? "


Suddenly she suddenly realized what happened yesterday. However, the answer to the questions as they succeeded in this villa and what happened to Marcus, has not been found.

Ben and Michael came after a one-hour tour of the city back to the villa.

"Go in April's room and tell her that she should behave discreetly! If the elders learn that a person is in our midst, we will have to pay a high price!

I hope that you know what that means! "Ben instructed his subordinates.

"Yes, I know what that means," replied Michelangelo, while he himself went on the way to April.

He softly on the door to the guest room and saw that the bed was empty.

"April? You're there, "he whispered.

She came towards him and looked at him in surprise.

"Why are you whispering?" She asked curiously.

"I have no time to explain! Behave just unremarkable, ok? "Replied Michelangelo her harshly.

"How long have I been here? How long will I stay as still with you? "Hooked on to April.

"You are from this morning at 05:00 clock here, but you will still have to stay with us, I'm afraid. You're still not ready to go home, "he answered her.

"What can I say am not ready to go home," asked Michael April.

"Please stay still! Tomorrow you'll be safe at home again, "he told her.

"All right! I'll wait until tomorrow! "Gave in April.

Soothes Michael walked out of the room and came back to Ben. They went into the parlor and joined the others.
April spent the whole day in the guest room of the villa, thinking. She found it very strange that they should behave discreetly, also threw Michaels reaction to her over issues.


"What it does not mean only? Why should I get a low profile? Who are these people, where I am invited, "she asked herself.

Something stopped them, ask Mike for his reaction to her. They whiled away the time by reading in the guest room.

Sometime late in the evening Mike came back to April and gave her the bag of goods purchased.

"This is for you! Do you fancy a night walk? "He suggested.

"A little fresh air will do me no harm." April agreed then.

"Ok, Let's go," replied Mike.

They crept addition.
After they were walking side by side silently, April suddenly saw the opportunity to eliminate her tangled in her head prevailing chaos.

So she used the opportunity to put them in the him a few questions.

"What happened last night? As I have come to you, "she asked him.

"I have found in Central Park, you were half naked and you slept! Do you remember something now? "He answered calmly. She looked at him aghast.

"What I've lost half naked in Central Park," she persisted insecure.

Mike had not forgotten what Ben told him. Apart from this, he thought it was appropriate when he was not the whole truth, or as little as possible of it surrendered.
He was afraid that April would it, at least not cope with the way he einschätzte.

"I do not know, all I can tell you not to! I'm sorry, "he resent it.

Despite that her his behavior was a closed book, they had to be satisfied with his answer. It was not shake the feeling that something was not right. There is not much time has passed, when the two were back at the villa.
Michelangelo accompanied April to the guest room. April went in and looked at him with a smile as she closed the door. She went to bed, thinking. Before long, she was fast asleep ...

8. "This is not me!"

The next morning, Ben went into the guest room and ripped April from sleep.

"Come on, hurry up! We have to go, "he urged.

April was not even really awake because they saw someone in front of her, it was Ben, the leader of the Velacenza - Clans.

"And where," she asked Ben.

"I'll drive you home, or wherever you want to go there too! It is much too dangerous for you! "Michelangelo replied to Benedict's office.

"I give the maid about it. You should remove all traces of it. "Ben gave Michael understood.

Michael went into his Lamborghini, opened from inside the door and asked her to take a seat on the front passenger seat.

"Get in! I'll drive you home, "he called on them politely.

April, a rose, and the two drove off at a high speed.

"Where do I go?" Asked Mike at his co-driver.

Turn "Just at the Subway left and go down the street. I'll let you know when you should stop, okay? "She replied.

"Ok! All right, "he agreed.

A short time later, noticed April that Michelangelo would have missed her house by a hair, it would not have made it just in time attention.

"STOP!" She informed him.

Michael abruptly stopped and let off April.
"Goodbye and thank you for everything," she said.

"I have had that pleasure! Ciao! "She said goodbye smiling Mike. April went back to her parents' house.

Once there, they would unlock the door to his parents' house and was looking for her keys - but they were not found. The keys were gone!

Ultimately, you had no choice but to ring as. Her mother opened the door.

"Where have you been? What have you been thinking to stay away two days? You owe me an explanation, young lady! And you're grounded for the rest of your life! "Barbara riddled her with questions. Their anger was not to be overlooked.

April went to her room and stayed there until further notice. She did not know how to explain it to their parents most. The story - which actually was true-that she fell asleep in the park and in a villa awoke seemed implausible. But as she thought about it, she remembered that she had still not found the answer to the question as they had come in in the villa and who these people were, where they remained for two days.

Her phone began to ring.

April was afraid to look who the caller was, because her first thought was:

"Marcus!"

They just went out without looking at the screen because who they called.

"Hello," asked April shortly.

"Hey, I'm April, Vivienne! answered her Vivienne.

"Are you feeling better now?" She inquired further.

"Yes ... yes, clearly, what's up?" Was April back without hesitation.
 
"April? Do you have time? Can you come over? I gotta talk to you! "

"Sure, I come by," replied April.

As the conversation was already ended. April crept back out of her room and made her way to Vivienne. But while she was on her way to her friend, she imagined that Mark would be in their area.
Everywhere and at every corner on the way to Vivienne, she appeared firmly believe Marcus' face. This uneasy feeling she was, until she came to Vivienne not shake.

After a while, came in April at Vivienne. Vivienne was waiting for them.

"Hey April! Glad you're here! Come on in! "Vivienne asked her friend to join her.

"Hey Vivienne!" Greeted them April.

"Let's sit on the roof terrace? Do you like to drink? "Vivienne offered to her.

"Yes, please! A glass of iced tea would be just right now! "April said with a shy smile.

They sat out on the roof terrace and the staff did their April desired refreshment. She hoped answers to their many questions to find. But Vivienne met her with her problem.

"What was at the party with you?" Vivienne wanted to check with April then.

"What should have been? Everything was as usual, right? "She questioned and tried to downplay the situation.
They looked at April that she wanted her friend not believe.

"I saw you at the Villa! How did you get there? What connection do you feel about the Velacenzas "asked Vivienne, because gaze curiously at April.

"Ohhh ... you know about that?" April asked surprised.

"One of their people called me and then went to you to show me that you're safe. What are safe? Before whom are you afraid, April? "Vivienne asked them.

"I was walking alone at night, but I adapted from Marcus ..." she answered.

Vivienne was suddenly startled.

"Marcus? You will meet with Marcus? Did you not think for a moment Celeste while did you meet with Marcus? Are you ashamed of not? "Bombed Vivienne her friend with questions.

April's phone suddenly rang and Marcus's voice was heard.

"Hello my angel! I see you tonight at 21 clock? 'm Also a little surprise for you! You draw something pretty on! You know what I like ... I'm looking forward to tonight! "Letting them know with anticipation.

With a sexy smile he put on again already.

April was the breath away. The memory of the night from two days ago appeared to her again in her mind's eye.
After April awoke from a brief moment of thoughtful pause, she gave Vivienne understand that she had to urgently leave. Flight-like she left Vivienne's parents house to make their way home. As the thief is April crept across the open window of her room getting back into her parents' house. Just arrived at home, she had to already make fresh again quickly, because she had to be on time with Marcus. She hoped inwardly that their parents mitbekamen not know how she tried to sneak out of the house. Marcus brooked no delays! When she disappeared from the family home, she had a fluffy black dress that went almost to her knees, feet she wore black pumps to 10cm.

On her right wrist she wore a delicate processed bracelet that had their times Celeste birthday.
From her home she took a taxi.
A short time later she also arrived at Marcus. They got out of the taxi, paid the ride and then went into the penthouse. 21h point she stood before Marcus's door and rang the bell.

Marcus opened the door.

"Hey baby! You look just like I imagined! I get for not greeting kiss, "he asked.

As Marcus, the door opened wider and April came in, she saw that the light was dim and romantic candle holders, each with a lighted candle in the holder already.
The wine had been poured already in dedicated, large glasses and the soft romantic music played from the speakers of his expensive investment. In space spread the aroma of coriander and lemongrass.
Marcus met, it feels great when April was near him. April, however, felt fear and uncertainty when she was in his presence. From the moment when she is Bryce first met, she could not stop thinking about him. Her bright eyes and her smile at the thought of another man she betrayed. Marcus saw April on winning because they finally began to smile in his presence. Everything pointed to a perfect candle - light dinner out, but things turned out differently.

But at some point he realized that she was listening to him no more pieces. As she looked out the window, smiling still, he was pissed off at once. She was with the idea quite where else.

"April Fool, hello are you listening?" He snapped.

With every word he was getting louder. Full of rage, he began to scream through his penthouse. Nothing could stop him.
"Who else are you meeting? Tell me! But not with that jerk about Bryce? "It" Is Bryce, am I right? How dare you? "He hissed in a threatening tone.

"You belong to ME alone! Are you listening? ME! "He drove her to continue.

Marcus was so angry that he had lost his temper. April also knew such moments, and gave himself to blame for his present behavior. April tried to calm the more Marcus all the angrier he became.

"You miserable bitch!" He raged seething with anger.

In a rage, he pushed the chairs next to it far from him, and threw all the stuff off the table. Glasses fell clattering to the floor and most still in place. Already filled with food dish flew down to where they left a short time later in two parts and the quality food spilled on it. The sauce was associated with the red wine, from which formed a huge puddle. The wine did not take long to wrap the entire apartment in his penetrating odor. One could speak of luck that the candles were not lit, and thus the worst do not even occur could.

Then he gave a powerful slap. Wordlessly and eyes filled with tears ran from his penthouse April.

On the way home she asked herself:

"What was the reason for this escalation, which just happened?" Because this side of Marcus was unknown to her.

Marcus was now alone in his penthouse, for he too was amazed and horrified by what he has just done precisely.

He suddenly began to feel an anxiety towards themselves. Now he could Aprils fear towards him understand very well.

"Why did I let it come to that? I'm actually a tyrant become? Why have I not noticed before? I'm not, "Marcus asked himself.

Deeply disappointed called April a taxi, got in and drove home.

Marcus took shortly after the April had left his penthouse a whiskey glass and threw purely an ice cube. The single malt was at the bar and at the moment at hand. He poured himself a double, sat down on the couch and pulled her to his guitar. Thoughtfully, he plucked at the strings of his guitar. He made the plucking a short break to treat yourself to a drink from the single malt to match to light a cigarette. As the cigarette after several attempts, finally began to burn, he sat down with the guitar on ...

9. Newsflash / The first meeting

Vivienne sat pensively on the couch, talking to April you did not want to deviate from memory. You had to feel a mistake. It hurt her inside, because they all felt her that her April wished to entrust something important. Instead of hearing, and April came instead with her on deaf ears. Vivienne cursed herself for her cold-hearted behavior and the words they chose in April's presence. She wept silently. Tears ran down her face. She felt guilty April compared, even so, that April, she would never lie, and she also had concerns that it April worse off than she admits.

It was well after midnight when Vivienne went to bed and trying to sleep. Tomorrow was a big day - morning at 15:00 was Celeste's funeral. She tried to sleep, but she could not. It's just too much in the last three weeks passed and there was Michael! A wonderful man, she thought, and somehow he has done it to her. Only towards 03:00 in the morning she fell asleep in earnest.

Vivienne slept very restless, constantly, she woke up and went to the new. "What did I say April?" And "In what connection are April and Marcus each other?" Goods have been questions they are asked again and again by the new. But the news about Celeste's death, which were broadcast on CNN, threw her on many unanswered questions.

The phrase, "... during the autopsy of the corpse of Whinchurch Celeste, the daughter of the president of Bank of America could have bite marks" appeared to her somehow not credible and left her a pale aftertaste.
Which bites? In New York there are no wild animals.

You just could not make sense of it, as Celeste is actually died.

Vivienne heard only by the way her mother's voice calling out to her.

"Vivienne, honey hurry up, we'll be too late to Celeste's funeral," she urged her daughter.

"Yes, Mom'm ready." Vivienne replied absently.

Vivienne went into the living room and waited for her siblings Flora and Vince.
After flora and Vince is time left, now, all - dressed in black - left the penthouse to now make their way to Celeste's funeral. They walked to the elevator that brought the Turners on the way to the garage. Down there, they ran a piece until they finally arrived at his parents' Maybach 57 and then boarded. Howard went to the funeral of Celeste.
A two-hour drive ahead of them. Vivienne was the track before eternally long, in part because because her dad drove a lot slower as. Vivienne asleep and slept until they arrived at the cemetery, where the funeral took place. When they arrived now, already a lot of people were present. Among the mourners was located the closest relationship and April was among them. After they all talked to each other, the priest announced that the funeral has begun.
They all got together then closer to the white coffin, which was adorned with white lilies and callas. Vivienne saw April and also saw Vivienne.

Both remained rooted to the spot, and Vivienne with sobbing and whispering voice broke through the wall of silence.

"Please forgive me," she pleaded with April.

In April, the disappointment and uncertainty were still deep and did not answer her.
She then went on with her parents and siblings on. The Conversation stopped and everything was quiet. Not even birds chirping could be heard. It seemed, as the birds themselves would mourn on the trees. The congregation rose from their seats venerable. A large ivory casket soon appeared, which was carried by four bearers forward. No, the pallbearers was showing even a shred of emotion. It looked almost professionally, although they all knew each other well Celeste. But in them indoors, the sadness left by Celeste an emotional battlefield. The pallbearers were Damien, Celeste's father, Marcus, their longstanding relationship, Howard, and Vivienne's father Damien's old school friend, and Meredith, her sister. Celeste is now buried.

As they all sat in their seats and were calmed somewhat, the priest began to speak:

"We have gathered here today to say goodbye to a beloved and important person of our earthly existence. We adopt gathered around a man ... in a period by the death nor too far away and seemed to be much too early retired from our lives. We have gathered to say goodbye to our beloved daughter, friend and sister Celeste Whinchurch. Celeste was a man full of life and a lively personality. You always knew to give advice or help in trouble geratenen others. She was a person who is always dependable and sincere gone through life. Celeste will always remain in your memory in our hearts. May you rest in peace. "

While the priest held the eulogy, she could not hide all her tears. Vivienne turned discreetly to April and heartbreaking as she sobbed. The Vivienne knew from April not because it is normally the type of person who rarely sheds tears.

Vivienne could not stop crying because she appeared again before the eyes of those images. Everyone put a subject that for Celeste herself or her preferences were grave.

Meanwhile, they all went to the wake, and Vivienne, their parents were on the way.
"Want to stay on, or come with us," she asked her daughter.

"Are you angry with me if I stay a bit at Celeste," she replied.

"Oh darling, do not go yet, quietly and just come to us later," answered Roselyn and gave her daughter a kiss.

"Thanks Mom," she said.
Vivienne lit a cigarette and pulled it thoughtfully.

"A fine speech, is not it?" Said a male voice.

It was located directly in their vicinity. She turned around to see who it was and saw someone in front of him, she was least expecting it, Michelangelo!

"Michelangelo? What you see here for a surprise! What are you doing here? How did you know this am, "she asked him confused.

"I like to spend time in cemeteries, I find these places of quiet beautiful, I know it sounds crazy! I must admit that I was thinking of you and it was pure gut feeling to be here at the same time. I had not even thought to find you here, "he answered her.

Vivienne could see it, that on one hand a sympathy towards Mike felt, even though he was so foreign to her ... She had to admit that they are also a little afraid of him.

"Glad to see me, you," he said with a deep look.

A shy little smile he flashed in his face.

"I feel the same way!" Vivienne replied, looking at him long.

Then she walked away from him without saying goodbye. Vivienne joined their parents to the funeral feast. But Vivienne got nothing down.
April also saw Vivienne seat at the table, went to her.

"What was wrong with you yesterday? You were so different, so I do not know you, "she asked gently April.
April was still very hurt about Vivienne's reaction and showed it to her clearly.

"Who is my honesty in question has not earned me as a friend! But if you look at my history, you probably do not believe me anyway, will still want to listen to me then come on Sunday! Have a nice day, "she answered rudely.

Vivienne was still distraught when she was returned to her parents.

"Mom, please do not get me wrong, but I can not stay here anymore, I hope you understand me," she whispered to her mother.

Vivienne's mother was surprised by the reaction to her daughter what she did not show it.

"We'll be at home," she said in a whisper.

Vivienne took place next to her parents and siblings.

About an hour passed and she thanked, climbed back into the car and set off on our way back home.

Only then, fell to Vivienne that Michael near the cemetery where the funeral service will take place had his estate.

The Turners drove home in silence. Vivienne was also upset to talk to you.

Two hours later they were back home again. Howard parked the Maybach in the garage and all went together in the lift they brought directly into the penthouse. Once home, all spread in their usual premises. While Howard Roselyn us remained in the living room, flora and Vince and Vivienne went to their rooms.

Vivienne stayed only briefly in her room, then went to the roof terrace. She thought about it and had to admit that April was right. You owe it was April, listen to their story to end.

Immediately after she got home, she picked up the phone and called April.

"Hello?" Welcomed her friend April.

"Hello, I'm April, Vivienne! How are you? "Said Vivienne.

"How it should go to me? I am still very sad about what happened to Celeste. "April answered kinked.

April was in this moment of surprise that Vivienne inquired about her health.

"I feel the same way! I also just wanted to say that you're right with everything. When you have time on Sunday, "she said Vivienne.

"Nice to see you showed insight, just be there on Sunday, ok?" Replied April her.

"Thank you! To Sunday. Ciao! "Goodbye Vivienne from her.
The conversation ended and Vivienne hung up.

It was already about 22:00 clock as Vivienne back with a mojito in hand which went to the roof terrace.

She thought about the day.

When she suddenly felt that she was no longer alone on the rooftop terrace of her penthouse. Intuitively, she turned to my left and saw that Mike was standing beside her.

She was startled to it again and again and each time she almost dropped the glass. Vivienne lipped, although quite fast because it is used quite apparently never mind.

"Hello Vivienne," Mike said with a big smile on his face.
With the same smile on her beautiful face she greeted him well, but this smile was because of their uncertainty rather as mounted.

"Glad to see you again!" Vivienne gave him to understand.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied to her with the same, THIS view when he first saw Vivienne.

"Do you fancy a walk," he asked finally.

Vivienne looked at him. Inch by inch.

"Sure, why not?" She finally agreed.

The two then met outside Vivienne penthouse and took a walk through the bustling nightlife of New York.

"What do you think of a coffee and then we sit down on a park bench?" She suggested.

"I hold a good idea," he affirmed it.

The two went to the nearest Starbucks, got some coffee to take home and a short time later sat on the park bench with a view of the Hudson River.

Her eyes were fixed on the Hudson River and looked relaxed in the upcoming sunset.

"How did you get my phone number, and how did you know where I live?" Vivienne asked him.


Michael worried questions, but could before Vivienne was suspicious, hiding his nervousness in front of her.

"Your girlfriend April has talked in his sleep a lot and has since also mentioned your full name. And as for your home? Why is there the telephone directory? "He lied without batting an eyelid.

"Oh, like you're right!" She replied.

"As April came to you?" Asked Vivienne.

"I was very close to April found half-naked! She was fast asleep. Since I have only worn them over his shoulder, then I drove it to me and then she went to bed in our guest room. "Replied Mike.


"What are you doing in Central Park," she asked him further.

"I'm here like walking at night, when I'm not enjoying my rest in the cemetery." He answered her.

Vivienne looked at him with raised eyebrows, but not arrogant, but rather to a puzzled look from top to bottom.

Michael smiled.

"Yes, I know, I crazy and adventurous habits, but I like to move against the crowd ..." he answered.

"... As for you but-strange as it may sound, it also in your eyes - makes it a unique people. You're not like everyone else. "Ended Vivienne his sentence.


"I agree with you," he agreed.

When Vivienne knew just how right she was ... Suddenly she stopped. While he went on to tell her suddenly realized what April wanted to tell her all the time. Everything seemed to fit together, each puzzle piece acquiesced in this moment together into a whole picture.

"Are you listening to me," he asked Vivienne and thus they tore from her thoughts.

She turned to him in his head and looked deeply into her eyes.

"Hmm? What? I must confess that I have not just listened to you. "She told him. '
Michelangelo saw them and was then also, as on the evening on which it is right the first time to face, got out of her emerald green cat eyes completely blown away.

"It's okay. You look as if you weigh something on my mind ... What's going on? "He asked anxiously.

To illustrate his concern, he put his arm loosely around Vivienne. She looked a little surprised, then self-assured ...

"No, no. It's all ok. "She replied kindly.

Mike did not get rid of, because he could see and feel that his heart was not right lady

"Is everything ok?" He questioned cautiously.
"Yes! Do not worry. It's all right, but nice that you nachfragst. "She replied to him and denied that something was wrong.

He let her answer in my mind and even though he knew that there was something not what they wanted to talk, he decided to keep his suspicions to himself.

"Well, if you think I wanted to go just for sure that you're okay," he said then with bowed head.

Vivienne blushed, smiled.
She was so much sincere attention towards her surprise, since it is not these gestures of men who knew, quite surprised.

"Thank you ... nice that you nachfragst." She said shyly.
As Michael slowly felt a thirst for blood, which with time became more and more.

"I'll take you home now. Your parents are probably already worried. "He proposed to her.

"I can do it alone already, but nevertheless I thank you for everything. Was good to see you. "She gave him to understand confident and cool.

"Yes it was! It would be great if we could repeat the times. Good night and dream something sweet. "He adopted them.

After a few steps, she turned and smiled at him.

"You too," she replied to him.

After Vivienne was a safe distance away and out of earshot, he could not suppress a chuckle. For what Vivienne not know was that Michael was not asleep and not been around for a long time more.

When Johnny saw Michael coming in his direction he was hiding behind a thick tree trunk. This eerie silence disturbed him very much, but something was not here. But he went on his way home. Johnny came out when he was out of sight and Michaels ran as Doberman back to the villa.

10. The premonition of two men

Said Sunday has arrived. Vivienne was the first night she slept through and woke up totally recovered again. After breakfast they went on the way to April. She went into her Aston Martin and drove off. About 20 minutes later Vivienne was already in April. Vivienne rang and her mother opened the door.

"Vivienne, you here? What a surprise! Come on in! "Barbara said in surprise.

"Would you like something to drink? Do you eat maybe a bite? "April's mother gave her.

"No, Barbara. Thank you! April is at home, "asked Vivienne.
"Yes, it would be in her room when she not stay anywhere without my knowledge is gone." Said Mrs. Sommers.

Vivienne went up in April's room and knocked on her door.

"Come in," said April.

Vivienne entered her room, shut the door and stopped. Without looking at them, they asked April to put on to her.

"Yesterday I met with Michael surprising, and I asked him a few questions regarding you." Vivienne took the word.

"And? What did you find it? "April asked her the question with a sharp tone.

Only now Vivienne felt violated April on their response was.

"I just wanted to apologize for my behavior with you. Please forgive me that I did not believe you. "Vivienne conceded one ruefully.

When April stuck her head to Vivienne, she could see that April, she looked angry. From one second to her facial expressions softened. Out of anger and relief was April was clumsy from the bed and stumbled toward Vivienne.
She was also on back and both met in the middle of the room.

"I'm so glad you finally believe me." April said with relief.

Vivienne hugged her and her relief was in view.

"I'm so glad I have you again. That will not happen again ... I promise, "she said.

Vivienne had just grown wings with joy, because it is a heavy load again got rid of. Vivienne April watched for a while.

"Can I ask you something, April?" Vivienne asked her friend.

"Just out with it! What is it about? "She said with a curious look.

Vivienne took a deep breath and decided to April on the controversial subject to appeal.

"What you did to Marcus? Why did you meet him? How long has this been going on? "Said Vivienne after careful.

"You can tell me, is there among us. You gotta tell me now immediately if you can not do it, but you can always come to me, you meet with me or call me and let me know then. I'll leave you the time you need. "Assured her Vivienne.

Meanwhile, the two girls went to April's bed, she wanted to be so gossiping.

Then she clenched her teeth and got an angry expression.

"But Marcus will soon get to know me from a completely different perspective! I swear, "she swore her friend and herself.

Vivienne was about to be unpredictable, April knew that and tried to calm her friend. After Vivienne April asked if she could be in her room, lit a cigarette, and April agreed, they did it then. So she could calm down then.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it! But let Marcus out of the game. Ok? Please, "she pleaded with her friend.

Vivienne just could not believe what April told her there.

With great dismay, she stared at April.

"Why should I let him out of the game," she said indignantly.

"I am about to depart shortly for him and him for what he did to you to shoot down! I do not understand! How can someone who does to you such things to take into protection? "She answered her friend blankly and her voice rose a little.

"Please do not do this! If something is in me, then leave! "Begged April it to normal.

"Well, if you want me to leave him alone, then I'll do that too." Read April and they know they saw it with humility.

After about two hours left until April Vivienne room, then her parents' house. April was afraid that would Vivienne and not stick to their word it was right. Anger flared and full of contempt against Marcus she got into her car and went to the gas pedal.

During the trip she made her emotions air.


"Be prepared for anything! Fuck you, "she threatened him again.

A short time later she came to his front door and pounded on the door again. Marcus went to her and saw that she was furious.

Aggressive she pushed him away from the door, put on his shirt and went with him to his penthouse.

"What have you done to her? What have you done to April? You sexbesessenes, sadistic bastard? Say it, "she yelled at him again and again and again.

As she yelled at him through the whole living room, she threw all the items you came directly into the hands of his way, sometimes they even met him. She grabbed his shirt continuously, zerkratze his shoulders and pulled him out of house in bunches. Beat and kicked at him as soon as they got hold of him.

Powerless she sagged with tears in her eyes to the ground and remained there, too. She was trembling with excitement and Marcus noticed that immediately. He walked over to her and Vivienne came closer, took her hand to help her stand up.

"Come on, get up." He said in a shaky voice.

"Do not touch me! You disgust me! Fuck you, "she replied to him biting.

After about an hour she remained on her soil, she dragged herself with the strength nor on the black leather couch and sat down.


"It would really interest me burning, what is? Because the head of a sick psychopath, as you play Why Marcus, "she asked him in a low, but still aggressive voice.

Her hand trembled as she wanted to put the cigarette in his mouth. She was barely able to light the cigarette. Marcus tried his lighter, he leaned over to her side and lit the cigarette eventually. Immediately he retired at the end of the leather couch.

"Have a good single malt, in the refrigerator. Will you have a glass of? "He offered her gently on a shaky voice.

"He would be right now," she agreed thoughtfully.

Quick Marcus was again at Vivienne with two empty glasses in one hand and in the other he held the half-full bottle of whiskey. Carefully, he sat down with an arm-length distance apart and gave only Vivienne Vivienne, a then get yourself a glass. After he took a sip of single malt, he looked first into the glass, then head over to Vivienne.

Then he began to tell.

"To be honest, I do not know, how I could be capable of such things. I was wondering the whole time how that could happen.
I was not myself I'm not like. I know that you know that what I'm telling you just will not believe me, because you've always hated me. Maybe I'm a macho, maybe I'm a sex addict, but I rape anyone in general. I no longer recognize myself again! Even now, I wonder what devil had into me. Please believe me! Even if it's hard. "He justified himself.

"And why have you not done it," she asked him further.

It was impossible for her to believe him. They just could not understand how someone can be so vile an act capable. Has returned after Vivienne to their former power, they exte the single malt.

"It would be better for me to go back home," she replied sharply.

Marcus tried to go until the stop, because he would not let her drive home intoxicated.

"Please stay the night still there, I'll leave you reluctant to drink and drive." He advised her.

"I assure you that nothing will happen to you is not what you want." He begged them to continue.

She thought for a moment and overrode his proposal.

"Since when are you so attentive and courteous? Let me go! I can drive! I'll stay here a second longer, or you vergreifst you still remember me, "she made it clear only.

Marcus had no choice but to go to when they leave.

Agitated by Marcus' conversation and also the events of recent days, she left his presence of mind and went to her penthouse sports car.
She drove a little slower, which is extremely unusual for Vivienne home. Marcus also went back out for days to get into the fresh air, he ran right into Vivienne's direction. Deep in thought, he walked toward the Hudson River.

Suddenly he heard screeching tires immediately followed was a jerky braking. Such a violent collision followed immediately afterwards. Even from afar heard shatter windows. Marcus was plagued at the moment of forebodings. He immediately ran as fast as he could back to the accident site. With all the forces he fought his way through the crowd of people and had to realize that his worst fears have come true.
It was Vivienne, who was driving. Only paralyzed with fear, then rushing to help, he ran without the road to ensure the accident site. He saw how Vivienne was trapped in the car. Her head was leaning on the steering wheel. Marcus desperately tried to open the driver's door. He jerked as if possessed it, but it would not open. In desperation he tried with all his strength to his elbow smash through the driver's window. After several attempts and after a huge effort he succeeded yet.

The villa was Michael Velacenza the hallway and down, while he thought of Vivienne. Michael could feel his stomach spasmed at once. His instinct was he who told him that something was wrong.

He fled literally from the villa and went into his Maybach Exelero. The more he approached the New York center, the stronger was this unbearable feeling. When he wanted to go past the Columbia Avenue, he could not believe his eyes. As Mike climbed out under hypnosis and looked like a man trying to revive Vivienne.

He could see that the man was desperate and this man showed real emotion - The what Michelangelo Domenico Velacenza has felt much longer. He watched from the safe distance Marcus deep into his green eyes and then closed his Michael. It seemed as if Michael sleep standing up, but suddenly he turned his back on Marcus and disappeared as quietly as he mingled in the crowd. Before the ambulance arrived, the police and fire had long been on site. They inspected the accident scene and began to record the identity of those who witnessed the accident.

Marcus seemed an eternity passed, when this finally arrived.

He gave everything to wade through the car wreck to her, but he did not hear the loud siren completely. He only noticed their presence, as the firemen, as this zuredeten on him. Marcus did not understand that they asked him to make the way, they found themselves forced wegzuzerren from the accident site. His own injury was at first unnoticed. When she Vivienne gently pulled from her car wreck, he saw her bloody face.
The white shirt was stained with their blood, and completely stuck to her body. For a moment, she was carried away in the arms of a firefighter. He was just about to take her on the stretcher. In his arms, she looked so like she was asleep, but she was unconscious.

As it was now departed, Marcus struggled to pass between the firefighters. He tried to work out all the time, whether this is what is happening was real, or just a bad dream from which he would be the same, renaissance, and everything would be the same. He was then very quickly realized that what he saw actually happened and he awoke from his trance. Sheer panic washed over him.
"Vivienne! Vivienne! Wake up! Come on! Wake up! "He begged her to tears and desperate to close. His voice was trembling. "You will not just die off like that! Are you listening? You will not die to me, "he shouted at them in despair.

It was pure coincidence that one of the rescue workers became aware that not even Marcus was unharmed. After a considerable delay took Marcus, true how strong was his injury.
A significant amount of blood ran down his forearm. He looked briefly from his torso to the source and noticed that it was his elbow was bleeding heavily, he was completely smashed and his bone was clearly visible. Some shards of glass stuck in it, which is quite boring deep into the flesh. The excitement and the adrenaline that poured out through his body, was responsible for the Marcus really did not feel the excruciating pain. Cold sweat beaded on his face, his mouth was dry. His heart was pounding in his chest and his heart rate soared.

Now devoted all his attention to the emergency physician Marcus.

"You are?" Asked the paramedics.

Frozen with fear, he brought not a single word on the lips.
Everything around him seemed time-lapse, time begins in slow motion.

"Marcus ... Marcus Palmer. The friend of Mrs. Vivienne Turner "he answered quickly.

"Come with me! The need to be in hospital See "Marcus asked the paramedics.

The ambulance began the siren and drove off. The paramedics put Marcus to a preliminary dressing to stop the bleeding, among other things. Vivienne however was quite motionless on the stretcher. The main focus of the emergency physician was meant for her. The ambulance left the vitality functions not from the eye. Out of the blue curve was that indicated heart rate, rapid downward. Now the speed of the doctor was needed.

11. Welcome Back

Early morning, April drew to himself and went home. Suddenly she heard someone honk once and then repeatedly. The driver of the Gallardos slowed the speed limit until he drove at walking pace.

"Hey, do you remember me?" She heard someone call out from the side.

April turned around and saw that Michael was the driver of the Gallardo. He offered her to go home and April agreed.

She went to the front passenger seat, sat herself clean, and as Michael drove also going on already.


During the trip, he began his pockets scan.

"Here! That you have forgotten us, "he said with a charming smile.

Even as he said this sentence her house keys dangling from his fingers.

She stared at him.

"Thank you! I thought I had lost it somewhere, "he said, relieved.

Now they got out and went inside the family home. Quietly, she unlocked the door and crept like a thief into her room. She quickly pulled off her clothes and went to sleep. But to sleep, could not even think. April was still worried about her friend Vivienne. The evening was Michael make their way to Vivienne, but he still met at the villa on Benedict. He came closer to him and spoke to him in a low voice, his eyes were directed everywhere.

"I have bad news! Something is not right here, Michael! I can not tell you which is not exactly true. "He whispered to his subordinate.
Michael Benedict knew well enough to know that he cares about everything.

"Be careful in your actions! The same goes for me too! Trust no one, Michelangelo! As you know, have never deceived me my premonitions! "Ben advised him further.

Michelangelo went into his Maserati and made his way to Vivienne, while Ben remained in the villa and hoped that no one has experienced something of the previous dialog.
He turned the music up and went on the accelerator. When the track was coming to an end came Michelangelo, but now start to wonder what Ben 's words might have bad news for a meaning. As if by magic his Maserati turned in front of him and took the road back to the Mansion. Michelangelo had drawn a little suspect, who is responsible for this little demonstration was Ben-it was because he was sure of it. Against his forces, he could not do anything and had to watch as he plans to go on to April, a massive stroke was made by the bill. After some time, Michael has now arrived at the villa.
He found Benedict outside in the garden, in front of the hibiscus flower. In one quick step, he moved on to Ben from which he hoped some answers.

"Why the hell did you manipulate my car? Since when is it forbidden to reside outside the mansion, "he asked Ben snapped.

From one second to the darkened for some reason Ben's mine.

"Do you think that such a bad joke? Since I'll have to disappoint you! You trust me, Michelangelo threatened "him Ben.

"Yes, I do! What should I do? What is my mission? "Mike Ben asked in surprise.

"I ask of you that you bring all your senses as long mobilisierst how the problem has not been solved by itself. Do you understand me? "Snapped Ben Michael.

"Yes I have! Clearly and unambiguously "Michelangelo replied glumly.

While Ben still enjoyed a bit of the evening in the garden and later went hunting, Michelangelo was reflective of this villa. He turned the music of his I - Pod louder and began to warm up to the capoeira dance. Out of his room one could by far the heavy snort of a sweaty athlete hear. He thought of Vivienne.

Michelangelo wanted to see again, but he was on the other side of the thought going on that Ben's message and the failed meeting with Vivienne are directly related. The thought drove him sometimes almost to madness. It already the darkness is broken when Michelangelo came out of the room.

Everything stuck to his sinful body.

Has gone after April, Marcus felt inwardly powerless and empty. It seemed to him as if he had been unfaithful Vivienne. Head over heels, he left his penthouse and went to the hospital and came back to it and Vivienne. Marcus opened the door to Vivienne's hospital room, and the image that the offered remained the same. Vivienne was still in a coma and has already 1 ½ weeks.

"Hello, my angel! Can you hear me? How are you? You gave me sorely lacking and that's why I thought of you today to visit again, "he whispered to her softly.

While Marcus Vivienne whispered these sentences, he took her hand in his and clasped it tightly. At that moment, he would not leave Vivienne.
He departed as the last few days is this time not on their side. In moments like these are, he felt helpless, because he knew he could not do anything.

Marcus wondered "Whether they probably feel it when I'm there? Whether you can hear it well when I talk to her? Whether they probably feel my kisses I always give her a farewell? Will they remember me? What memories they will have to keep me well? "

At 04:00 in the morning, he found his sleep. He gently took Vivienne's hand at the edge of the bed, leaning his head against it, and went to sleep soundly. Even in his sleep he let go of her hand not.
It was late morning when Marcus by the emotion that came from Vivienne's hand was awake. However, it was still so weak that Marcus first, thought she had imagined this impulse only. Just when Marcus was still half asleep and was just about to fall asleep again, the impulse was stronger. Wide awake, he jumped up from his chair so hard that this would be almost fainted.

Only slowly Vivienne came to. Everything was clear before her eyes, she saw everything blurry.
Over time, her eyes became clearer. From the view was blurry contours.

But still she could not quite recognize that someone was leaning over her. Yet they did not know who stood before her.

"Vivienne? Vivienne? Can you see me? Can you hear me? How are you? "Peppered Marcus, the still sleepy Vivienne.


However, if you are constantly asked;

"How long was I asleep? What time is it? What day is it today? Why I'm lying in a hospital? "Vivienne saw a very pretty man standing before him, the excitement and joy were clear to read from her face.

He seemed familiar but she also knew that she's met him several times, but his name she could not remember.

She raised her eyes to him and stared at him for a long time at her.

"Who are you," she asked him finally.

Overjoyed that Vivienne awoke again from her 1 ½-week coma he looked at her with his big green eyes moist.
"It's me! Marcus! I'm so glad to see you, "he called to her cheerfully.

Vivienne began to be immediately recall, but she still had no idea of ​​who he was and what role he played in her life and she could not remember what happened before it even 1 ½ weeks. However, every time she looked at him, she felt the antipathy came up to her. Suddenly she raised her voice so much that they are heard by the whole station.

"Get him out of here! This man is evil and bad! Cursed shalt thou be! Get him out of here, "she railed loudly against him.

Marcus was at that moment so dumbfounded that he at first did not know how to act further.

Instinctively, he slowly walked over to her.

"Vivienne! Calm down! Please, "he tried to calm her.

He repeated these phrases again and again, but the more he spoke, the angrier she became. His face was ashen, the mine which he drew was eerie to watch. She raved so much, as if Lucifer himself offered in their bodies stop.

"Get out! Fuck off! You crazy psychopath! Get out! You disgust me! Go now! "

Marcus launched a final attempt to calm Vivienne-which failed miserably.

"Go now! Get out! I do not wanna see you here! Probably have you passed on to me while I was sleeping! You pervert! Get out! "She roared on.

Every word that she yelled out and the sentence is just like just ripped his heart large wounds.

The doctor, whose name was Dr. Warwhake came straight to her room and inspected her wounds.

"Welcome back to Mrs. Turner! How are you? "He asked her.

Vivienne was about to start crying again but was prevented by Dr. Warwhake it.

"Calm down! Take a deep breath and just do me a break! "Advised her to the doctor.

Dr. Warwhake then turned to Marcus.
"Do not worry! You need to understand that their memories have yet to organize. Mrs. Turner is suffering, to an amnesia, called a memory lapse, but thank God that was not the serious extent. There is little time to elapse
her memory had completely regenerated. "he assured him.

What do you advise me to do now, Doc? "Marcus asked the doctor.

"Right now, it is important that you do not leave her side. Even if it just does not look like, Mrs. Turner is you need more than ever. Oh and something else, Are you allowed to be there for sure that what you Mrs Turner has thrown at him regret it sooner or later they will, assuming still remembers "he replied.

The doctor then turned again to Vivienne with the words:

"With all due respect Mrs. Turner! I do not want to be rude, but I do not know what kind of person he is, but I know you, without the use of this young man would not be alive. I, as a doctor can assure you with great certainty that there is a medical miracle that you no permanent damage can leave the hospital next week. The rest I leave to your friend, the more all the time about not by your side. I'm of the opinion that he can tell you the best what has happened! Be grateful that you are alive, because such a feat at this time, unfortunately, become a rarity. I wish you a nice day, Mrs. Turner. "

She did still not know what happened, but they quickly realized that they made a mistake. The blush rose to her face, and then let her gaze wander down embarrassed. Vivienne did not at the moment what to say to him.

"I will go now then once you tomorrow!" Verabschiedetet Marcus from her.

Wordlessly Vivienne remained in her current position. She thought about the night after. She thought of Marcus, to Ben, and their escapade of two hours ago. Vivienne is also tried all night to remember what happened. At a stroke it was at least clear that Marcus was not really so, as she always thought of him. She realized that Marcus' previous behavior was actually a facade that seemed to crumble in recent days more and more. They also thought that Marcus does not deserve such treatment, and in turn, it would be best to apologize to him as soon as possible.


Despite the accusations that Vivienne has thrown him on the head, Marcus came to visit her the next day. Again he can into the hospital room clean, in which she lay, and saw that she had a face dissolved in tears.

"I do not care what you think of me! You should remember not only one! I'm the one all the time is not left your side! It was I who brought you pulled out of your beloved Aston Martin, by the way, has a total loss! I was being in the ambulance drove away with you! I was of the OP - waiting room, is nervous and has been through hell! I was there the day and night in your room was and prayed inwardly has ensured that you are mentally and physically healthy to come home! Thanks to YOU, the hospital has become my second home! And you know what? I'm in almost perished! I have done so much for you, risked my life for you and that I have feelings for you seem to be you also missed! Probably does not care once you! In your eyes I'm just dirt under your fingernails! But I did not really deserve to be treated by you! The what are you giving of yourself is just blind hatred towards me, for what I did to your best friend! Shall I tell you what seriously? Me it does not just so sorry, but I really hate this, Vivienne! I can since this incident not even look into his eyes, please do not do it myself even harder. I'll leave you alone now, you have time to think here enough! Until the day Vivienne, "he told her and she looked like a long time.
Sad and angry at themselves and their behavior towards him, she thought about his words. All day long she lay there with a contrite mine. You could see that they do it very ashamed. Vivienne noticed that she Marcus after this conversation, was actually very sympathetic.

Yet her feelings for Marcus were deeply rooted in their subconscious. Meanwhile, all five days have passed after she awoke from her coma.

Dr. Warwhake now came one final time to visit to her bedside.

"How are you, Mrs. Turner?" He asked his patient.

Then his mine was serious.

"I'm here to inform you that we now can leave the hospital. Take careful in the future and ask not out their fate, for death is sometimes faster than you think! Always remember! I wish you all the best, "he told her.

12.Pretty as a Fallen Angel

For days Vivienne could smile again.

"Thank you, Dr. Warwhake! It should be a lesson certainly, "she said.

Wanted to leave just as Dr. Warwhake the room, he turned one last time to her.

"Oh yes, now that it occurs to me ... I think that Mr. Palmer has earned from you a decent excuse.

Set up a nice greeting from him. "Know he read it.


Immediately after this conversation, Dr. Warwhake walked out of the hospital room to continue his rounds. Shortly thereafter her parents Howard and Roselyn and her siblings Flora and Vince stormed into the room. The joy of their daughter and sister you could unambiguously read from their faces.

"Child, what are you doing things?" Asked her daughter Roselyn easier.

Slowly shaking her head.

"You scared us a huge shock! We are overjoyed to see you! "Thought Vince and flora.

"I am also glad to see you all. The days in the hospital did not want to pass easily, "answered Vivienne.

"What are you thinking as it only happened to us without you, there was one in front of the house a lot quieter!" Thought Howard and Roselyn.

Flora and Vince agreed with their parents.

"Yes, that's right! It was all things are become boring without you. We have missed you so much, sis! "Vince said with a glad heart.

While Vince said that he took his younger sister in his arms and hugged her tightly. Carefully assisted Vince and Howard Vivienne. Flora and Roselyn took her a few things with which they had. Outside the main entrance of the Maybach already waiting for her. She quickly verfrachteten Vivienne stuff in the trunk and went immediately into the car. Howard hit the gas and injected it in the direction home. Vivienne's phone suddenly rang. Her first thought it was-it's Marcus, but she was wrong, it was April, which was at the end of the other line.

"Hey April, how are you? What are you doing right now? "Said Vivienne.

"I'm fine, I'm bored just in my room," replied April.

"And you," she asked her best friend.

"I'm fine, I'm on my way home. Dismissed am today from the hospital! "Vivienne said on phone.

"What? You have been released from the hospital? That's great! I am so excited, "said April.


"Will you come visit me today? Would be very happy if you could today. We have not seen a long time! "Vivienne she asked.

April would inevitably laugh at full heart.

"You have not seen me long you going to say, right?" Corrected April Vivienne.

"How now? You came to visit me in the hospital, "she asked confused April.

Of course, "Yes! For what are best friends there? "Replied April.

"Do you have time tonight," asked her friend Vivienne.


"What are you asking me that? I have time! "April she asked in surprise.

"Super! I look forward! Then until tonight! "Vivienne replied with a smile.

April did now what an extreme rarity for her was-she said her mom about it.

"I am tonight with Vivienne! I do not know but when I'll be home, "she said.

"Vivienne has been aroused?" Barbara asked pleasantly surprised.
"Not only that! She's on her way home! "April said, beaming from ear to ear.
Pleased that April, her know she just said:


"Why are you still here? Now go to it already! Vivienne is missed you probably already! Babbles you look beautiful! You have to tell you to back much! "Said Barbara to her daughter.

"Thanks Mom," she said thank you.

With these words left her parents' home April in order to get on the path to Vivienne.

In the streets of New York like almost every day was very busy. You could fire eaters, street dancers and flashy Transvestier - artists at every turn and see admire. April before the city came as a huge big circus and just loved April at New York so much. When April finally arrived at Vivienne, she could her joy that she was back scarcely hide. In their exuberant way she almost forgot that Vivienne was somewhat weakened, and threw herself on her neck.

Vivienne - who could not hold due April spirited welcome hardly stand, had to smile at that moment.

"If you only knew how much I missed you," said April and

Vivienne in quick succession, the two friends were in tears.

"How are you," she said Vivienne.

"Well, it's me! You can not think how glad I am to be there came out ... "she replied. "Have you actually heard of Michael again," she said shortly after.

"Yes, I have! We should have hit a few days ago, but he has not come easy! He has put me easy! Son of a bitch! Well, that's just the men! , Thinking they could get away with anything! Especially if they still look good, they think they are the biggest and are invincible! The world need it. Your ego is just too big ... and exactly THAT turns me off to handsome men. I find it absolutely disgusting, "she replied to her, frowned, about his behavior.

"If Michelangelo wants something from you, then they will contact already. Renne him not only afterwards that would otherwise push his already much too big ego even more, so you would then turn out in his eyes as dull. Games with them and they will be at your feet will want to do everything for you. "April advised her unusually confident.


"Well, if you say that, then I'm going to listen to you and follow your advice." Vivienne said afterwards.

"Do that and you'll see that it was not a mistake to listen to me." Assured her friend April, where they nodded and winked at her with one eye.

"That's right! You are right! "Vivienne confirmed her friend in her mind.

Out of nowhere, Michael appeared in Vivienne on April a room and chased a shock.

"How did you got in here? Do not even see you've come. "She asked him.

Only after these sentences uttered April Vivienne became aware of Michelangelo.

"Hello Vivienne! Glad that you're feeling better! "Welcomed Vivienne Michael.

"April? May I introduce? This is Michelangelo "put him in front of her friend Vivienne.

"I'm glad! I'm Ap ... "she said and held out her hand.

"April ... April Sommers, right?" He completed her sentence.

"Yeah, right! How do you know my name, "she asked him confused.

"Well ... I saw you in the park and also you were a guest in the house Velacenza night, I think, since it will be not too much to ask for at least the guest's name, right?" He answered nonchalantly.

"How? You were there? "April asked in surprise.

"I do not understand! Was that such a thing was like a job to bring me to you? You are something of a gang? "April asked, puzzled.

Michael at first she could calm down.

"No, we do not," he said quietly. "All I can say no more, because it would not be without consequences," he read it to know more.

April Michelangelo peppered with more questions.

"What would be the consequences?" Then asked him more curious.

From one second to Michael's tone was sharper Andren, who was accompanied by a strange undertone.

"My answer remains the same! It will not end without consequences, "he predicted it.

He then disappeared as quickly as it came. He left April back with the many open questions in Vivienne's room.

As Vivienne back from the living room came into her room, Mike was long gone.

"Where is he?" Vivienne asked her friend.

"He's gone! He just disappeared! "April said, as it would come to a matter of course and just go without having it used the door.

"To Mike's just it! He's just different than the other guy. "Vivienne said casually.


April Vivienne eyed nocturnal visitor with suspicion. She was firmly convinced of their assumption that Michelangelo had something to hide. They also suspected that what he had to hide it, it did for a reason. From the event, upset, she did not quite know how to best respond.

"How can it be that a guy can just show up and disappear without at least you make an opening door itself? Do not you think it strange, "asked her friend April irritated.

"What is clear is that odd, but I have not a problem with that. What do you want out? "Asked Vivienne.
April you wanted to express her suspicions, but she remained silent. After some time April showers bring already on the way home ....

Michael was suddenly overcome by an almost insatiable thirst for blood. He quickly put on his leather jacket and sprinted into the shape of a panther to Central Park. Yet he had no idea that this hunt will take an unexpected and sudden end.


Just arrived in the park, he grabbed the first victim, of which the last was to hear a piercing scream. Then only the rustling of bushes and slurping noises could be heard.
He quickly let go of his first victim and chased his next prey. His thirst seemed limitless. Michelangelo was not alone. It looked as if someone follow him. First one, then two. There was talk of Johnny and April. But Harry was not alone - Nicolas and Charlie followed him.

April walked through Central Park, which was inevitably on their way home. It was also the fastest way home. She heard voices in the immediate vicinity, there were male voices - They laughed! April thought nothing of it and went on. She had already come out almost from the Central Park, as she stood rooted to the spot. You could tell she was very close to the town came from the laughter.
But from the loud laugh that clearly was assigned to a group, they could hear Michael's laughing much.

In between sets could be heard, that did not seem to augur well.

"The still looks good enough to eat!" "Go Nick! ... Get them! "Fired one to the other, whose name was apparently at Nick.

After that only quick steps were heard. Shortly afterwards, an imploring voice for life and a shrill scream. These noises. Slurping was the cry that went out by a woman go down the middle. You could compare it with the slurp slurp the last tilt of a cocktail.

"What does that mean? What are they doing? "April is asked at this moment.

When she looked again, offered her a screen from which they wished it had never seen. With horror she had to watch as a woman had to lose their lives through murder.
She was shot nor killed - it was sucked!

The faint light that emanated from the lantern already seen enough of it April saw just who murdered this woman. It was Michelangelo!

Fatally April not even noticed that it was already in society. Just as she wanted to turn away, to start running out of fear, they noticed how Johnny, Nick and Charlie have long surrounded. She was about to start running in the other direction, since blocking her Michael, the saving escape route. In his face, you could see an icy smile. He did not even bother to wipe the blood from his mouth too much.

An eerie calm came through the circle. She stood there - four men circled, whose view of the language of each individual volumes and it is only a matter of time when they would pounce on April. To speak as Johnny began twitching April startled. She tried to escape again, but Harry stood in her way, blocking her him so.


"You stay here, nice, pretty lady!" Johnny told her and placed his hand against her chest.

Confused, she looked around and saw that she was surrounded by these bloodthirsty creatures.

"What you are for creatures? What did you do to me? "She stammered anxiously.

"Say Michelangelo ... What we have with her?" He asked Michael the question.

Johnny laughed derisively and while he bowed his head in his direction, he did not for one second out of sight.

He grinned at Mike and he ran his tongue over his full lips, you could see for a brief moment, his blood-soaked sharp teeth.

"So somehow I got the girl to like to eat ... not you, Mike?" He remarked cynically.

Johnny's smile vanished when he noticed that Mike reared up and looked in to irritated to the utmost. April saw Mike changed his eye color, as he hissed at him.

"Leave her alone! Hold you just stay away from her! I swear I'll tear you to pieces if you even think to suck it empty! Apparently you do not know who you're up there mess, "he went on Johnny harsh.

Michelangelo saw April, with a piercing gaze.

"Go now! Run! Run as fast as you can, if you still want to stay alive, "he called on them irritated.

April looked at him with an insecure and frightened face and ran.
She ran to her house. Her lungs burned as she stood outside her door. Traumatized by the events of last night, she could not stop to think about it. Apathetic she stared at the wall. The world seemed to have broken down for them. She still had the feeling that they have lost the ground beneath their feet.
As the mania stormed Johnny Michael's room and asked him what he.

"Who is she? How do you know it? Please tell me that you had a bad day and you do not have feelings for her! Because, as you know, it would be most unwise! I hope that you know what it means when, in case your answer to my question, the latter would be, right? Michael, I hope you are you aware that you have committed so high treason against our clan! The Velacenza - Clan would lose because of what a good reputation. That would be impossible to accept. Pray that the elders not by a stupid chance gets wind of this, if he did not already know - because then it's too late, "he shouted.

Michelangelo mine darkened briefly, because he knew he was right.

"It's not April .... but Vivienne, "he corrected him.

"I as your best friend will not betray you, for I know that you love Vivienne! I will tell you only so that you are playing a dangerous game with fire, which will sooner or later take a bitter end. It would be best if you would you stay away from each other! Du and Vivienne and Vivienne from you, "he advised him in a calm tone.

Meanwhile, since the incident two whole weeks have passed.

Michelangelo was in April's room and it took a whole half hour, realized that by April stared out through Mike.

"Go away monster YOU! I will not see you, murderers! "She cried applied.

Unaffected by her words Mike stood silently before her.
Suddenly he reared.

"I hope you realize what kind of trouble are you in? You've seen too much ... You know too much, April! The next is not unusual and in my view, a logical step would be to kill you - I will not tolerate namely no witnesses! Do not even think to talk to ... Because you should do, you can be sure that I will certainly attract reluctant to take this step without consideration. Will remain silent if you're smart you, "he threatened her.

A short time later, he was again at Vivienne.

Vivienne was from April strange message very confused and shocked.

"The puzzling things happen that I can explain to me not ... The newspapers are full of headlines, it is reported in which that always people, preferably women lose by two bite marks on the neck her life ... That scares me, Michael ... Can you do you figure it out? "Vivienne told him.
Out of nowhere, she burst into tears.

"Can not sleep at night ... Michael, I'm scared ... Protect me, Michael ... please," she pleaded.

He looked deep into my eyes.

"Are you satisfied?" He asked sympathetically.

"Vivienne, listen to me! Vivienne you're in big trouble! "

Presence of mind, she could hear him.

"Yes ... yes I'm listening! Why am I in trouble? What do you mean, "she asked him in a flat voice.

"Vivienne, since the day on which I've seen beats you, my heart is getting higher and the sky seems to play violins, with every thought of you, Vivienne! Vivienne, I think I'm in love with you more than. I seem again to feel something like feelings - something I have not felt for a long time!

As soon as I think of you I feel more alive than ever! Vivienne I love you so much, I love my life! But that is exactly the reason why you're in big trouble. For a love between us can not be. I commit it, in which I love thee to the treason Velacenza clan! If they see us together, we are dedicated two to death, "he continued kinked.

"Who are they? Whom do you mean by YOU, Michael, "she asked Michelangelo scared.


"With the IT Pergliaghotti Familia, the Council of Elders is meant! The Familia is in such matters in order not just squeamish. For high treason, a slow and agonizing death is provided! But just because I love you so much I want to spare you the agony and it is HERE and NOW is the last time that you saw me ... Farewell, beautiful Vivienne, "he said sadly.

His heart seemed after every sentence uttered more and more bleeding. He quickly turned away and wanted to part of Vivienne ... but he could not. His mind told him that he should go better, because in moments like this, the time is very precious. His heart, however, this was not the case. It wanted him to stay with Vivienne. The conflict between the two great emotions that prevailed inside it seemed to bring him out of his mind. But the strength of his heart triumphed over reason.
He took a short and energetic again turned to Vivienne.

"The coast is clear. Follow me, "he whispered in her ear.

Yet at the same time in which he whispered these words he gripped firmly her tender indeed almost fragile wrist.

He led them to the place where he saw for the first time properly and she enchanted him with her beauty. He took her into the guest room.
With a sweeping hug he did not hesitate and began to kiss her deeply. It happened so fast that she did not have sufficient time to defend himself against it. So you had no choice but to give in and be carried away by him. Knowingly that Michael was not much time, he could not solve by Vivienne. To him very Vivienne had cast its spell. While they kissed both felt like a swarm of butterflies fluttering through her body seemed. Vivienne was by Michelangelo kiss electrified. Without realizing it, they now stood naked before him. It was not long until Michelangelo also got rid of his clothes. Before Vivienne stood a man as beautiful as a fallen angel with a beautiful athletic torso. On his left chest was a tattoo of Velacenza - Clans seen.
With their delicate fingers, she gently stroked on his upper body down along. Vivienne kissed him passionately. Michael was by Vivienne how magically drawn, the more she touched him the more he felt like a new person. The skin felt as if it were made of cool silk. Each muscle could be felt beneath her fingers. While Vivienne stroked his strong arms and kissed him while Michael hugged tightly and pulled her towards him.

They melted like hot butter in his hands. Michael broke his embrace and put his hand on her body from the belly side down to her legs at the height of his loins raise.
With a large momentum Vivienne was already up and crossed her legs at his waist. He nuzzled her neck and went with his velvety lips to her breasts. His tongue and his teeth he also played on her nipples. She liked the way Michelangelo spoiled her very much. Like a tame cat she purred with each of his kisses and cuddles.
While Michael moved his loins forward and backwards you could see Vivienne bob up and down. Michelangelo gurgled from deep in his throat and Vivienne groaned louder and louder. A drop of sweat ran Vivienne's body from the neck down to the breast to the navel along. Michael's sinful body was covered with sweat. It had. The impression as if the sweat his muscles in particular put his back muscles even more to advantage, making him appear more muscular They moved their location from the wall of the guest room in the guest bed. This time Vivienne sat on top of him and formed their entire upper body into a hollow back. Her black hair she dangled in the balmy summer air. She closed her eyes and let himself be guided by Michelangelo's mysterious and seductive way to Love. The act of love was so intense and stimulating, that you might think, he confers on both wings. She was aware that she has never experienced such a thing. They made love all night and both tasted every second of the two remained in the full extent ...

13. Time to Say Goodbye?

The morning broke, whether they wanted to or not.

From the viewpoint of her, he put his head in his hand, watching her with an impish grin.

"Coffee? Latte Macchiato Need? Or would you prefer to be the cappuccino? "He asked with his usual, seductive voice.

"A cappuccino now would be a good idea," she agreed with him in love.

"Well then! Go! Get dressed! We now have a cappuccino, "he called on them more than happy.


With zeal and recovered energy they put on quickly and made their way into the city for a cappuccino. Quickly they arrived at New York City Center and have taken to the nearest store the desired beverage. Shortly thereafter, he took her by the hand and then walked to the promenade along the Hudson River.

Michael finally seized the word.

"If you only knew how happy I almost beside you am. How happy I am when I see you. Every time I think of you I feel complete. If only you knew how deep my affection and love for you. "He said then.

"I feel the same way! I love you, Michael! "She agreed.

Vivienne looked at him playfully and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

He felt a sudden discomfort was widespread in him.
"Vivienne ... It's time! I have to go! From now on, our paths will separate - perhaps forever, "he told her with a worried mine.

Vivienne could not suppress the pain in her heart.

"Do not go alone! I'm coming with you! Wherever can lead your way to you, I will come with you. I will not let you down, "she said desperately.

With a mine, which could be seen the grief and despair clearly Mike, he looked at her.

"How much I want to have you by my side ... But where would my path leads, it is far too dangerous for you," he gave her to understand.
"This is exactly the same to me! I'll walk you there. "She said.

Vivienne's voice from unconditional love to be heard, not surprising that she was close to tears. Michael's tone was sharper at a time.

He held her by her upper arms and shook it slightly, then tried to get to his senses.

"Vivienne! Listen to me! It's not, "he made it clear.

But Vivienne remained recalcitrant.


"Where's the problem?" She asked interested.

"Because it would kill you on the spot if you'd also be just in front! And can and I will not allow, "he answered softly, her brusquely.

He looked at her long and kissed her with the same passion and intensity as the night before.

His kiss came to an abrupt end.

"You will always have a place in my heart! While I live, I will never stop loving you! Never forget that! Farewell beautiful Vivienne! "He told them instead.

He turned quickly away from her. Vivienne should not see the tears that ran down his face. Michael ran into the crowd - seconds later he was then already been swallowed by it. Vivienne had no chance to see him - he is now resigned from her life.

You came a moment ago like a beautiful dream from which she was rescued by force. She stood in the middle of the crowd. Vivienne had the feeling of being watched by many people. Like a little child who has lost his mother in the crowd she searched frantically from the environment by Michelangelo.
She turned every man who saw Michael similar to themselves, in the hope it would be Michael - but it was in vain. Every time his name was called, she turned instinctively. He's gone! Just go away!

Vivienne was so desperate that she regardless of the environment, their tears gave free rein. The heartache she seemed to kill.
Since the time when Mike left her she was no longer able to take a clear thought or feeling anything. Vivienne felt empty inside. Vivienne gasping for air. Start moving as she tried, she noticed that she had no control over their coordination.
Without guidance and without a goal, they wandered along the banks of the Hudson River. Vivienne was so engrossed in her thoughts that the sounds and the vividness of the outside world fell silent in their ears and bounced off her. You could argue that she was drugged. When she was finally home, it's already late evening now. Each step into her room she found extremely difficult. Each step they climbed resembled, in their eyes a mountain hike. She managed, however, to her room and fell into bed like a candle. She cried all night purely in her pillow ...

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