The Sister {violate}

C10: Oct 31

Part one: Taylor's POV

The sun shined through the window. I could hear everyone downstairs chatting. Its gonna be a good day...

I slipped my robe on and went into the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror was absolutely miserable.

Joe... I cannot believe he brought a girl with him to pick up OUR daughter.

I can't let those negative thoughts get to me. I have a date tonight. I got ready for my day, put my hair in kinky crazy curls, slipped on black skinny jeans, and a black studded tube top with a leather jacket.

"Holy shit Taylor." Violets jaw dropped at the sight of me.

"What?" I smiled and chuckled a bit.

"Have you seen Tate? You two just... Wow." Vi smiled fondly, and speak of the devil, Tate came out from the pantry. Dressed in a black tee, leather jacket and black jeans. It was like looking in a mirror.

"Go stand next to him, I want to take a picture." Violet smiled.

Not long after breakfast I headed out. First to norm's for coffee, then to Costco for big bags of candy.

When I returned it was empty. A dead silence echoed through the house. It felt happy even. I stashed two bags of candy and put one in a bowl outside for the trick or treater's.

With a hot tea in hand I retreated to the back yard to sit in the gazebo. It was a beautiful day. I checked my phone, and decided to send a text.

Are we still on for tonight?

I sipped on my tea and waited for a response. Ding.

D: definitely. See u in an hour.

I smiled at that, and got ready. I touched up my hair and makeup, Armed myself with a small knife, and headed for the door. As I was locking the house my phone rang.

" hello?" I said impatiently.

"Hey, its Joe, can Chrissy and I drop off Caroline after we take her trick or treating." 
" I've made plans tonight." I swirled with rage again. Chrissy is her name. " I have a date. And I'm already on my way." I smiled hoping he'd get jealous.

"Oh." He said."well I guess we could drop her off in the morning."

I hung up with that. My head spinning with pride. My cab was patiently waiting for me.

The small diner stood as a major contrast to the hustle and bussle of LA. I entered to see a few kids in costumes. An elderly couple at the breakfast counter, and oh. The man in the back left corner. His dark hair slicked back, a worn out jean jacked, his eyes were so dark they seemed black. He had a septum piercing, a lebret and tattooes trailing down his arms.

He looked up from his book and gave me this ridiculously adorable crooked smile.

"Hey! You must be Taylor." He smiled. "I'm sorry, I'm not a big fan of giving my name to people I haven't met. I'm Derek."

I was almost breathless, and definitely speechless. "Uh..."

"Uh?" He chuckled. "I'm sorry if I make you nervous. A lot of people are uneasy when they first meet me."

"Uh, no, I'm sorry. Its just been awhile.." I sat down, and he took his place across from me.

"So Taylor, let's discuss your demon issue." He smiled again. I couldn't tell if he was mocking me or just being friendly. "Demons aren't attracted to just any normal person, place or thing. Why would they go to your house and attack you."