Sylent Nyght, Amber Riel [bill gates books recommendations TXT] 📗

       

“Why?  He’s a cat. He can live outside. That’s what his cousins do and they survive. You know the lion and the tiger. He can live out there.”         

“If that cat isn’t in this house by tomorrow,” Wanda replied, annoyed by her husband’s smart-aleck remark, “then you’ll be the one living outside.”         

“Okay. Okay. Fine. Then I’ll bring the cat in. Okay.”         

Mrs. Willis headed upstairs, finally satisfied.

 

          

Nyght waited patiently in the shadows.  She watched Wanda make her way toward the bathroom and waited for the woman to turn her back.         

Once the other woman’s back was facing Nyght, the muter murderer snuck up behind her, pulling out a sharp small pocket knife and stabbed Mrs. Willis in the back a few times then slit her throat.  She quickly went back into the shadows to hide while she waited for Steve.

                                                                               

          

A few hours quickly passed when Steve finally worked his way upstairs.  When he began heading toward the bathroom, he noticed his wife’s lifeless body on the ground, surrounded by blood.  He dropped on his knees on to the tile floor.  “Wanda?  Wanda?  Honey?  Honey?  No. I love you.”         

Nyght snuck up behind the heart broken man and repeated the stabbing and throat slicing like she had done to his wife.  She began to leave when she heard a noise coming from another room.  It wasn’t too loud but she could hear it.  She placed the pocket knife up and pulled out a small dagger.  She slowly worked her way to the room where the noise came from.         

She slowly worked her way into the dark room when she spotted a crib in the pale moonlight.  She continued to move closer toward the crib, holding the knife to prepare for the next kill.         

When she was at the crib, she moved the small light green blanket, ready to kill.  She stopped herself at the sight of a small baby boy.  She went to kill him but stopped herself.  She moved her hand with the knife away from the crib and released it, letting it fall to the floor.  She didn’t have it in her to harm the innocent little life.  She picked up the baby, trying not to hurt him.  She cradled him in her arms.  She wanted to cry but it was impossible for any tears to form in her lifeless eyes.

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During the 14th century in Europe, Nyght held a small baby boy in her arms, rocking him in what appeared to be a small woodened chair.  She sang to the child while she rocked him in her arms.  Her sweet calm beautiful voice sang:

 

                             “Silent night, holy night

                             All is calm, all is bright

                             Round yon virgin, mother and child

                             Holy infant so tender and mild

                             Sleep in heavenly peace”

          

Raymond wondered into the room and smiled.  He stayed near the arch of the door, listening to Nyght sing.  He loved her voice.  He found her voice to be both soothing and lovely.         

“Good night, mummy loves you.” Nyght kissed the baby’s forehead, slowly stood up, and placed him in his cradle.  She turned her attention over toward her husband, smiling.  “He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.”         

“I agree,” Raymond replied, quietly.  “Come on.  I’m about ready for bed. What about you?”         

Nyght turned her attention back toward the sleeping baby.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”         

Raymond walked over to Nyght and the cradle.  “Awe…. Little Ray. He’s peaceful right now but I don’t think he’s going to stay that way.”         

Nyght’s smile grew.  “I know but I don’t want to leave him.  I worry.”         

“You’re supposed to. You’re his mother. Now I’m going to bed.”  Raymond kissed Nyght’s forehead.  “Love ya, honey.”  He turned toward the cradle, bent down, and lightly kissed the baby’s forehead.  “Good night, little guy.”         

“I think he’s going to be just like you, Raymond.  Good night.”         

Raymond looked at Nyght, smiled, and then left the room.

 

          

In America of the year 2011, Raymond listened as the sliding glass doors opened from the kitchen and worked his way into the dining room, followed by the curious little puppy.  “Oh good you’re home.  How was….?” Raymond’s eyes locked onto the little baby, Nyght held in her arms.  “Nyght, please tell me that’s not what I think it is?”         

Nyght looked down at the baby for a moment then turned her attention back toward her husband.         

Anger revealed itself in Raymond’s dark brown eyes.  “No. You didn’t. You’re supposed to steal and kill, not kidnap. He’s one of them, Nyght. He’s going to grow up and be one of them. How can you bring him into this house?”         

Nyght pulled off her mask, keeping the other hand under the toddler.  Her eyes met Raymond’s angry gaze.         

“You kidnapped him. What am I supposed to say?  Yea we can keep him?  Nyght, you’re supposed to kill them. He may be cute to you now but he’s one of them and you know…. He’s not my son…. He’s not your son…. He’s not our son…. He’s not the son they took from us. Look what you done?  You brought the past up without having to bring it up. You didn’t want that to happen and look now because of that you brought it back. And now you’ve added kidnapping to the list.”         

Nyght glared at Raymond, growing furious by his cruel words toward the child.         

“Why?  Why, Nyght?”         

Rocky backed away in fear with his head low to the ground, his ears down, body crunched up, and his tail between his knees while listening to Raymond’s voice raise each time he spoke.  The puppy thought he was in trouble but had done nothing wrong.  Nyght pulled out her dagger.         

“I knew it. I knew it. You’ve gone soft.”         

The woman couldn’t take it anymore and threw the knife at her husband but it hit the wall, sticking into the structure instead.

         

Raymond looked at the dagger.  “Of course so you throw a knife at me.” He removed the knife from the wall.  “First of all, you missed. Second of all, we can’t die so I don’t know why you would even try to kill me.” 

Nyght stood there with anger.         

“Nyght, if you don’t kill that baby then I will.”         

Nyght held the baby closer to her baby, showing that she was determined to protect the child from any harm.         

“Fine. Be that way. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”         

She watched Raymond storm out of the room.  She moved her arms and looked down at the precious little baby.  She began rocking him in her arms the way she had with her child she had lost a long time ago.

 

          

Evlyn and Leanna rode around in a black and white old fashioned police car.  The sirens sounded while the red and blue lights flashed on and off.  Leanna drove while her coworker looked around, trying to spot the criminal and shining a flashlight around the area.         

“This is insane,” Evlyn said, “how do we lose a murderer who we have locked up?  It doesn’t make since to me at all.”         

“I don’t know but it happened. I’m still shocked from when she placed the gun to her head and pulled the trigger,” Leanna replied, “then stood there as if she was waiting for something to happen that never happened. It’s weird. Everyone dies. I don’t think we’re dealing with someone on our level.”         

“What do you mean?”         

“I mean that we’re not dealing with another human. She’s immortal or something. Anything but human.” 

“Leanna, Evlyn, any luck?” Cormick’s voice asked over the radio.  “Over.”         

Evlyn picked up the walkie-talkie which was connected to the car by a long curly black cord.  “No, sir,” she replied, holding down the button.  “What about you and Chris?”         

“Same as you two.”         

“It’s hard to find someone who’s wearing all black at this time of night.”

 

          

Nyght fixed a little bed for the baby, using a few pillows to make kind of like a wall around him.  The pillows created a safe but comfortable place for the child to sleep, seeing that they had no crib for him.         

Raymond walked into the room, still ticked off by the situation.  “You still haven’t done anything to that thing?” he asked, referring to the baby as nothing more than a rodent rather than a human.         

Nyght glared at the man.  If she had a voice, she would have let him have it.  She may not have known the child for long but from the moment see laid eyes on him she knew she couldn’t harm him or leave him for dead.  She had wanted a child for so long that she knew she wanted him in her life.         

Rocky ran over and began sniffing the baby, trying to figure out what Nyght had brought home.  The woman looked down at the puppy and smiled then turned her attention toward Raymond and continued to glare at him.         

“Fine. But I’m not dealing with that baby. You want him. You take care of him. When he gets older, he’s going to want to know why we don’t age. I bet you don’t even know his name.”         

Nyght looked down at the baby.  Raymond left the room and Rocky followed.

 

          

Raymond sat outside with Rocky.  He began thinking out loud, talking to Rocky.  He needed to let his anger out before it consumed him.  “She brings home a baby. Can you believe that, Rocky?”         

Rocky tilted his head.         

“He’s not even my son…. Nor hers. She was supposed to kill him. Not kidnap him. He’s going to grow up as one of them. He’s going to turn against us. But she doesn’t want to believe it. All because she wants a baby. You’re lucky that you get a girl and you never have to see her again after one day.”         

The puppy stared at Raymond, confused.         

“Women.... I love her so much. I hate when we’re fighting. It bugs me when I know she’s mad. Especially when I’m the one she’s mad at. Maybe we should go to back inside. Go and get some sleep.” The man stood up.  “Come on, boy.”         

Rocky stood up and followed Raymond into the house.

 

          

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