Beauty and the Beasts, Undefined [black books to read TXT] 📗

rise.Tale as old as time.Tune as old as song.Bittersweet and strange.Finding you can change.Learning you were wrong.Certain as the sun.Rising in the east.Tale as old as time.Song as old as rhyme.Beauty and the beast."
    They smiled at me. I smiled back. 
    
      We sat at the table all together. A lasagna sitting in front of us. We ate laughing at each other. They told me stories of when they were little and how they were always fighting. The lasagna tasted great and I asked where they had learned to cook. They told me about their mom. How she taught them how to cook and clean. I wondered what it was like to have a mother who did more then look good. That was all my mother had to do. 
      We ate ice cream after that and watched America's funniest home videos. I laid down with my head on Vincent's chest and legs laying across Damon. Damon put his hands on my legs and stroked them with one finger. 
      I thought about what I had asked god the day before. Now the problem was which one. They were brothers. They both robbed and killed. But I knew Vincent more. I didn't know who to chose. 
     I fell asleep. Lying on them. With Damon's hands on my legs and Vincent's arms around me. I fell asleep in the arms of a killer and of a robber. The Dark Beast and the Midnight Beast. 

     I sat anxiously in my room. The boys had gone off on a 'trip'. They had argued over it for a while but finally went. I was scarred. 
         I didn't like the idea that I would hear about them killing people the next day on the news. I heard the door open and I covered myself in the blankets. 
           Vincent walked in and over to me. " I'm sorry. We had to. Please understand." he pleaded and brushed his hand through my hair. 
            I nodded and he kissed my cheek. Damon came in and hugged me. " We really are sorry." he whispered in my ear. 
          I nodded and didn't ask about anything. They left the room and I slumped down again. It had been a week since I had came here. John had never came looking and I guessed it showed what our marriage was like. We had all gotten close and I had felt more protected by Vincent. It must have been because we had known each other from before. 
            I laid down and curled up. I was so scarred about what I would hear on the news tomorrow. Just how many could they have killed?  
          
          Vincent sat at the edge of my bed when I woke up. He smiled at me as I yawned. 
         " Good mourning." he whispered. He moved closer and put his hand on mine. 
         " Good mourning." I whispered back. 
         " I have to go to work in little and Damon is going to vist his friend. So you'll be home alone. Are you okay with that." he asked. 
       " Yeah. I'll be fine." I said. 
        He kissed my cheek and got up. His muscles moved as he stretched. "Bye. See you later." he smiled and left. 
         I got up and dressed. I walked out of my room and listened to the silence. I grabbed my purse and decided to go for a walk. 
       The town wasn't the best but it was okay. Kids played soccer in the streets and packs of girls walked around giggling. I smelt the air and barbecue and gasoline filled my lungs. 
         A black car moved from the curb and drove away with a screech. Kids jumped out of the way and parents yelled at the car. I waited a bit for everything to calm down. The car turned and came back. I backed away suddenly feeling scarred and helpless. 
         It stopped by me and men jumped out and pulled me in. I yelled and I saw the neighbors look around frantically. One of the men covered my mouth and another closed the door. They began to drive and I thrashed around. 
         " Miss, we are trying to help you. Please stop." a man said coming into the back. He was in a black suit and had a kind voice. 
         I stopped breathing heavily and waited for him to talk again. 
         " I am agent Hardaway. I am investigating the robberies and deaths that are happening through out Napa Valley. I would like to ask you some questions." he said calmly. 
         I pulled away from the hand still on my mouth. " Why are you asking me?" I said quiet scarred now. 
          " Because, miss, we believe that the Mesa brothers are the men we are looking for. Now how long have you known them?" 
             I thought for a minuet. This was very bad. " Umm a one a week the other seven months." I said feebly. 
          " Have you noticed an strange traits about them?" he asked. 
          " Yeah," I said. He sat forward hoping for something good. " Their cooking is great." I said. 
         He sat back, not pleased with the answer I had given. " Do they seem violent to you?" 
          " No. Actually one saved me from my husband." I regretted saying it right away. 
           " Really. And when was this?" 
           " A week ago." I mumbled. 
           " And where at?" 
          " The hall. There was a wine gathering there." 
          " Did you know that the hall was the place that was hit last night?" 
           I looked up horror filling my heart and soul. My parents worked there now that the winery was in Johns name. There was also a vault that held a million dollars there. That's why they never told me the exact place. 
           " Your Violet Talli aren't you?"
           I nodded looking at the ground. 
            " Well I'm very sorry to tell you but your father was killed last night at the robbery." he said flatly. 
            I looked up at him fighting tears. I wanted to tell him that they were the beasts but I couldn't. " It's not them. I know it isn't. Now may I please leave." I said holding my voice from cracking. 
          The car stopped and I got out. I was back in front of the apartment complex. " Thank you for your time." agent Hardaway closed the door and drove away. 
        The neighbors looked at me and one said something. I ignored and ran into the building. I ran up the stairs and to the apartment room. I yanked the door open and grabbed some of the things that I could carry. 
        I walked back down the stairs and hailed a cab. One pulled over and I got in. Stale cigarette smoke filled the air. 
          " Where to?" a over weight man mumbled. 
          " To the Talli Compa field." I said looking out the window. 
            The man looked back at me and shrugged. He drove very fast and got me there in ten minuets. I handed him a twenty and walked away. 
          I walked up the gravel road that led to the gates of my estate. I slipped through and walked a mile until I got to my mansion. I walked up the steps and Raquel opened the door. 
         She wrapped her arms around me with tears in her eyes. " Your father, miss." she cried pulling me inside. John sat a table and came over to me. 
          " Honey, where have you been? I'm sorry about that night but dear your father is dead." he said pulling me close and kissing my forehead. 
           I pulled him close too. I really just needed something to hold onto. " I'm sorry." I whispered. 
         He pulled me back and looked me in the eye. " Don't be sorry. Im sorry." he kissed me and held me close. 
         My head hurt. I didn't understand what was going on. He seemed different. He had never acted this kind after a fight. Maybe it was because I ran away. Or because my father was dead and he felt sympathetic. 
         " Come on. Let's get you to our room." John began to walk me up the stairs. I hadn't been in our room since we had first gotten married. It was the last time we had sex. 
         Raquel took my things, that were now on the floor, to my personal room. 
           I stepped in our room, still clinging to John. 
           " You know I really am sorry for how I treated you. Could you please forgive me." he whispered in my ear as he stroked my face. 
          I looked at him. This was the John that I had known when I was a teenager. Sweet and kind. Then he started to drink and became a complete ass. At the moment there was no smell of alcohol. 
         " I'm sorry too." I whispered back. 
          He held my face and pulled me closer. " No. I love you." he kissed me and it felt different from all the times before. As if he really did love me. 
           I kissed back. My head hurt even more. First the agent then this. Who was I really suppose to trust anymore. The boys or John or the agent. 
          John closed the door and pulled me even closer. Our lips moved in unison and we began to move to the bed. What if Raquel told Vincent I was here? What would he do? 
        We fell on the bed and our lips moved faster. What was I doing? I didn't even like the man I was kissing! I thought of how mad Damon would be if he found out I was kissing the man he saved me from. 
        Johns head inched up my shirt and I pulled him closer. For so long all I had wanted was for John to love me but now it felt wrong. I felt like I was betraying Damon and Vincent. I remembered my request to god that day in the field. He had given me Damon and Vincent and taken me away from John. Was I going against the things that he had done for me?  
          My shirt was off and so was Johns.