Book 2: Anemone Young is good with most people. Others see something hidden behind her pale blue eyes. Something that disturbs them and makes them want to avoid her with every fiber of their being.
And those who sense it have a very valid reason to...
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Since a certain serial killer had stopped in their work, Garth had the whole day and night off. The number of bodies had been considerably lacking these days. He stopped in his thoughts and snorted when he caught that he was upset about the little bit of work he had to do; when he realized that the serial killers and murderers in his city paid his bills.
Their existence was good for him and it almost made him want to laugh. He could even feel it start to bubble in his chest so he covered his mouth in an attempt to keep it back.
"Something on your mind, friend?" He looked up and met the eyes of Annie, who smiled at him with coffee in her hands.
"I have come to the dreadful realization of my own dependence on the criminals known as serial killers." He mused as he accepted one of the cardboard cups.
"That is a dreadful realization indeed." She agreed wistfully and he saw that he wasn't the only one spacing out today.
"Do you have work today?" For some reason, his words sounded bashful.
"Nope, looks like we are both free all day today." The grin on her face was bright as she sat down next to him.
"Should we do something different today to celebrate?"
"Did you have something particular in mind? Something different sounds nice every once in awhile."
"How about we watch movies over at my place? I swear I won't try getting to second base while you cry over something dramatic in a movie...like someone you get emotionally attached to dying or a really happy ending." He smiled at her as she snickered at his spoken promise.
"I already have a feeling that getting overly emotional isn't a common trait for you." Garth casually divulged.
"How about you? Do you bawl at the sight of" Annie made a swooning sound as she brought her elbow up and fell against Garth's shoulder, looking up at him when her hand dropped back to her side." true love?" She widened her eyes at him in a mock daze and put as much gooey drama into her words as she could. This was not the way she commonly acted and Annie admitted she liked being able to jest with him.
Unable to take the comical display, he stared at her for a moment before pursing his lips together as tight as he could, finding himself at odds with laughter again. This time he even bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut, but it was only second later that he smiled and broke out into a spell of chortles himself.
"You know, if they had let women act in the Shakespearean days of old then you would have been one of the revered actresses; a star in every comedy." They were up and heading towards his house now as they steadily drained their caffeinated beverages.
"You read Shakespeare?"
"Read it? Oh I admire the man in all his grand endeavors to write plays worthy enough to present to the Queen. Twelfth Night, Macbeth, Taming of the Shrew, King Leer, etc. I even own every play he wrote and every movie version of his plays ever made."
