Date: Sat, 4 Oct 2008 10:47:51 -0700
From: Rory Lachlan <tearsdry66@gmail.com>
Subject: October Skye 2

I *got* a *lot* of p e o p l e tell me* how* *much* they *enjoyed* the first
*c h a p t e r* of October S k y e, I am *glad* it made such an *impact* so
far, so I *decided* to go *ahead* and give you *guys* the *second* c h a p t
e r -- now *don't *get all* excited*, it's *very rare* that I'm *able* to *
produce* *chapters *this fast. In* fact*, I'm l u c k y if I* get* a new *
chapter* e v e r y 2-3 *weeks*. >< *Anyways*, I w o n t *keep* you any *
longer*. *Thank* You all for *your*           s u p p o r t. - *R*

October S k y e

...02...

The cool autumn air blew lightly through the multi-colored trees, making the
leaves rustle harmoniously. Skye lay in the grass, his hands folded gently
over his closed eyes as he listened quietly to the sounds of the nature
surrounding him. He shifted slightly, making the leaves below him crush as
he lowered his hands; bring them to rest behind his head while he looked up
at the starless sky above. He could feel the water in the air and knew it
was just a matter of time before it rained. He forced himself up and looked
around. He was alone; there wasn't a sign of another person anywhere near
where he was. Of course, this was typical. Not many people ever came to the
cemetery after 5 o'clock. He sat up slightly so that he was facing the
headstone of the grave he had been laying on top of; the words were carved
perfectly into the black marble-like stone,

*Andrew Teryant and Andrea Teryant*

*Died January 23, 1998*

*Devoted Friends, family and parents...*

*                                *

* *

Skye pulled himself on to his feet, one hand using the headstone as support
before he started to walk away; glancing back at the headstone one last time
before going down the stone paved path to the cemetery gates. He threw his
backpack over his shoulder as he walked, It was after hours and the gate was
locked so he had to walk along the fence where the older headstones lay
until he reached the end of the corner where there was a small space between
where the two gates met, it was just big enough for him to squeeze through.
He brushed his auburn hair out of his face as he ran down the ally near the
cemetery until he got to the end of the alleyway and sat down against the
cold brick wall. There was so much going through his head, where was he
going to go now? Would Jane flip out once she knew he was gone? Probably
not, she most likely wouldn't even report him missing because God be damned
if she lost money because of him.

He opened his backpack and pulled out a black sweater, it was starting to
get colder now so he tugged the sweater over his head and buried his hands
into the front pockets. He leaned his head back to rest against the wall
behind him and closed his eyes. *I'm royally fucked*... he placed his backpack
in between his begs and wrapped his arms around it. He closed his eyes as he
felt tears begin to form... why did his life have to be so horrible?

...~...

"Emalyn, where the fuck is my book?" E-an shouted as he walked into the
study, his arms crossed agitatedly as he leaned up against the doorframe of
the room. Emalyn was sitting by the fire, her legs resting firmly over the
arm of a large love-seat. Her eyes slowly gazing over the words in an open
book in her lap. "Did you hear me?" he asked walking into the study, his
voice becoming even more annoyed.

She rolled her eyes and looked up at him. "Did you look in your room?" she
asked placing a long finger in the book to hold her place.

"Of course I fucking did, but that's not what I asked, have you seen it?" he
snapped. *Stop being a bitch.*

She took in a deep breath before closing her own book and standing up,
smoothing out the wrinkles on her knee-length black silk dress. "Watch your
temper." She said as she walked over to the nearby book shelf that seemed to
be covered with old books. "Here," she said pulling out a brownish colored
book from the shelf. "Next time watch where you leave things."  E-an rolled
his eyes as he brushed his blonde hair out of his face. "I'm really not in
the mood to argue with you." He said taking the book from her and placing it
under his arm. She smiled and walked over to him, running her hand gently
across E-an's back. "Aw, come on little brother, lighten up." She said
sweetly, before taking a seat in one of the chairs at the table in the
center of the room.

"I really don't have time for this." He said standing in front of the full
length mirror on the other side of the study. His long blonde hair was just
a few inches from touching his shoulders and his semi-long bangs hide his
emerald colored eyes. He twirled a stand of his hair between two long
fingers as he studied his reflection in the mirror. Emalyn stood once again
and walked over to her brother, wrapping her arms around his waste and
placing her chin on his shoulder.

"Your hair is getting longer." She whispered softly into his ear and she
took the strand from his hand and smiled. "I like it better this way."

"Eh, it's alright." He answered pushing her away.

She looked at me and crossed her arms over his chest. "You know I wish you
wouldn't act like such a prick."

A smirk forced on his lips and he looked at her. "But* *I much enjoy being a
prick." He said before walking out of the room and closing the door behind
him.

"Jerk."  Emalyn said under her breath as she moved back towards the
fireplace.

E-an grabbed his long black coat from the closet and put it on quickly,
placing the book in his pocket as he buttoned up the buttons. "Are you
leaving sir?" Arden asked appearing from the kitchen into the foyer.

When E-an had finished with the buttons he looked up at the old man standing
in front of him. "Yes, I have to return this book to the librar*y.*" He
answered patting the book in his pocket.

"If you would like me to do, I can." He said eyeing the book.

"*That's alright Arden*." He said as he turned to open the front door. "*I
could use the air*."

"So be it." Arden answered as he bowed slightly and walked towards the
study. E-an watched him until he had disappeared into the room, before
shutting the front door and stepping out on to the patio. He shook his head
as he walked down the steps to his car, he could feel slight rain drops
beginning to fall as he climbed into the car and drove away from the house.

... ~ ...

The light drops of rain woke Skye up from an uneasy sleep. *Shit*. He looked
up at the sky and felt water hit his face. "Perfect, just my luck." He
mumbled pulling his sweater tighter around him. He shivered slightly as he
put his backpack behind him so it wouldn't get wet. He glanced over at the
end of the alley, it was dark but there was still the light from the street
lamp. He took in a deep breath as he forced himself onto his feet and walked
towards the end of the alley.  He could hear the sound of an approaching car
and then the brakes coming to a screeching halt before the door opened and
shut. The sound of footsteps made him slowly peer over to see the driver. He
watched silently as a blonde haired young man ran up the steps of the public
library and deposited a book into the night deposit box before running back
down the steps. Skye went to take a step back but hit his foot against the
trash can behind him, making a loud crashing noise.

E-an stopped in his tracks and looked over at the alley. *"*Is someone there
*?"*  He said, his voice taking on a demanding tone. Skye closed his eyes
for a second. Damn it, why did he have to go and do something so stupid?
E-an walked cautiously closer to the alley, his hand slowly reaching into
his back pocket for his pocket knife. "If someone is down there, show
yourself." He said vehemently.

Skye let a heavy sigh and stepped out of the alley quietly. His hands were
shaking as he held tightly to the strap of his backpack. E-an looked at the
dark haired teenager and let out a relieved sigh. "Shouldn't you be at home
or something*?*" he asked placing the knife back into his pocket. Skye
didn't answer, he just stared down at the floor, not to sure how or what to
say. E-an rolled his eyes getting annoyed, "*Well?*" he demanded.

Skye looked up at him leisurely as he fidgeted with the strap. "I don't have
a home anymore." Skye answered shamefully.

E-an studied the teenager and noticed the backpack. "What are you? Some kind
of runaway?"

"I guess you can say that." Skye answered as he walked over to the steps of
the library and sat down.

E-an followed him but leaned up against his car. "Well then why don't you do
something smart and go back home? I'm sure your parents are worried about
you."

"*My parents are dead*." Skye replied looking up at the blonde haired young
man. It was the first time he had ever really said that sentence out loud to
anyone, and it yanked at his heart strings to say it. "I live with my foster
parents and... I can't... I c-cant go back."

E-an watched the teen carefully as he shivered from the cold. He couldn't
help but feel sorry for him. "What's your name*?"* E-an asked coming to sit
beside him.

"Skye."

"I'm E-an." He answered holding out his left hand. Skye looked at E-an then
reached out a shaky hand to shake. Skye's hands were cold and it surprised
E-an at first. *I can't just let him stay out here in the cold, besides,
it's raining*. E-an stood up and took his coat off, wrapping it around
Skye's shoulders. "There that should keep you warm." He said as he walked
towards his car and opened the driver's side door.  Skye held the coat
tightly around his shoulders; it smelt of sweet expensive cologne. He
watched E-an as he got into his car and rolled down the passenger window.
"Well, are you going to sit there all night in the rain or are you coming*?"
*

Skye looked at E-am shocked. Was he taking him in? Should he go? Could he
really trust a stranger he had just met? Fuck it, it beat staying out in the
cold. Skye rose to his feet and walked over to the car and got in. E-an put
the key in the ignition and started the car, he reached over and turned the
heat on for Skye. "Thank you*...*" Skye whispered softly as they pulled away
from the library.

"I couldn't possibly leave you out in the rain, I'm not that heartless."
E-an answered.

The drive to the old house in the country was silent. When they reached the
front gates, E-an typed in the password from a small metal box outside his
window, a second later the gates opened and he drove through. The house was
a large manor-like building with beautiful flowers surrounding it. Ivory
grew its way up the sides of the house over the years. E-an got out of the
car and walked over to the front steps, he watched as Skye closed the car
door and looked up at the house astonished. "You actually live* here?"* he
asked in amazement.

"My whole life." E-an answered as he walked up the steps, "Come on let's get
you out of those wet clothes."  Skye followed E-an into the house. He led
the teenager up the stairs and down the hall to the very last room. "You can
stay in here," he said opening the door. The room was large with an ebony
canopy bed, a red lace draping over the over bar of the bed. A long black
satin curtain covered the windows to keep the sunlight out, and the future
looked as if it was a hundred years old.

Skye sat on the edge of the bed as E-an walked over to another door inside
the room and opened it, flicking on the light. "*Bathroom*," he said as he
moved over to the dresser and pulled out some clean clothes. "Here." He said
walking over to Skye and placing the clothes in his hands.

"Thank you, again." Skye whispered looking up at E-an and then down at the
clothes in his hands.

"Don't worry about it, come find me down stairs when you're done dressing
and we'll see about getting you something to eat." E-an said before walking
out of the room.

Skye smiled softly to himself as he stood up and walked into the bathroom to
change his clothing.

...~...

"So, a little birdy told me about this boy you planned on bringing home."
Emalyn said smiling at her brother as she met him at the bottom of the
stairs.

E-an rolled his eyes and brushed past her. "I couldn't leave him out in the
rain; he didn't have anywhere to go*.*" He answered as he walked into the
kitchen.

Her smiled widened as she followed him into the kitchen. "My god, it's a
miracle, my brother does have a heart." She said teasingly.

"Will you stop giving me grief on this, I'm sure you'd have done the same
thing." He answered as Arden walked into the kitchen.

"Is there something you need sir?" he asked bowing again.

"*Yes*, can you make something for me? Something simple but preferably
warm?" E-an asked as he walked over to the counter. Arden looked at E-an
confused but did as he was told. Emalyn walked over to where her brother
stood.

"So is he cute?" she asked raising her left eyebrow.

He shook his head as he pulled himself up so that he was sitting up on top
of the counter. "I don't know, it doesn't even matter."

She laughed softly. "*I'm taking that as a yes, so when do I get to meet
your new little boy toy*?" she asked taking a seat at the kitchen table.

E-an clenched his fists, "He is not my boy toy." He snapped.

"Mhm, we'll see."

A few moments later, Skye stepped into the dinning room shyly, he was
wearing the clothes E-an had given him. Emalyn studied the teenager then
looked at her brother and smiled. "Hello dear," she said walking over to
Skye and greeting him warmly. "I'm Emalyn, I'm E-an's older sister, but you
can call me Em." She said holding out her hand.

Skye shook her hand and forced a smile. "Nice to meet you, I'm Skye."

Arden came back into the dinning room with a tray and placed in on the
table. "There you are sir." He said looking at E-an.

E-an nodded at the butler and dismissed him. "Here," he said to Skye as he
pulled the chair away from the chair. "You're probably starving." He said
motioning for the teenager to come sit down.

Skye did as he was told and sat down in the chair, on the chair was a warm
turkey sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup. "Thank you." Skye said as he bit
into the sandwich.

Emalyn watched as her brother sat in the chair across from Skye. "*Well
boys, I have some things I need to do, so I shall leave you two alone*." She
said smiling at her brother before exiting the dinning room.

E-an shook his head annoyed with his sister and he started playing with one
of the candles on the table. "So how long have you been living here?" Skye
asked as he finished his sandwich.

The blonde cleared his throat, "Like I said outside, I've lived in this
house my whole life."

"How come I've never seen you before? I've lived here a majority of my life
as well." Skye asked as he started on the soup.

E-an smiled slightly. "I don't get out much."

"Oh..."

E-an stretched in his chair before rising to his feet as he glanced at the
clock on the mantle, it was almost 4 am. "Well, like my sister, I have
things I must do as well... you know where your room is." He said as he
glanced at Skye.

"Oh... Alright. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." Skye answered as he
finished the soup.

E-an nodded his head and left the dinning room. Skye watched until he was
gone, then stood up and made his way back up the stairs. He couldn't believe
how beautiful the house was. When he got back to the room, he shut the door
and lied in the enormous bed. He was glad he had met E-an and that he had
taken him in, but the thing that worried him was, how long was it going to
last until he was back on the streets?


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