The Woman From That Night Novels & Stories

" Eight years ago. Click Click Click. The sounds of heels clicking on the side walk echoed on the street as woman with natural grace and beauty walked down the street , her bleach blond hair with exposed black roots waved behind her. Although she was by all definitions gorgeous, she looked thoroughly exhausted, both mentally and physically. "Hey hun. You clocking in?" A girl standing next to a light post called out to the beautiful woman. By ways she was dressed it was obvious she was a so called woman of the night. It was the early hours of the morning, but the nights sky was pitch black. "Thankfully I'm off the clock now. I just want to go home and get some rest. Have a good night Darcey!"

Nadia said. The woman looked at her with three hundred years of attention and said: "Less than I gave you on the bench." "How much less," Nadia said. The woman said one word. "Tonight."

"She knows where her own floor is. That's not nothing." "She went under it last night and you know it." "She went close." He didn't argue past that. The trouble started in the yard before she even woke. I heard it through the door... voices, too many, the particular pitch of a crowd. I went out. Maybe forty of them, Greywater folk mostly, some of Rell's, gathered near the well. The woman from last night stood near the front with her little girl on her hip, the girl's bad leg wrapped, and an old man was doing the talking.

She hadn’t seen me yet, but I saw her the second we entered the living room. Standing beside a laptop, dressed in an oversized shirt and black leggings, barefoot on marble, yet somehow still managing to look like she owned everything and everyone in the room. Time didn’t just slow it fractured. I recognized her instantly. Even though her hair was pulled back carelessly, and her face looked colder than it did that night... it was her. My memory flashed back to that night at the ladies Restroom and the memory of what had happened that night came rushing at once. She was the woman from that night.

Saya took my hand gratefully and got into the pool and as we turned in the direction of the stairs where the other couples had already taken their seats and were getting ready for their shots. My eyes immediately narrowed at the woman next to Night, who had her arm wrapped around him like cling film and her bright red hair wasn’t something easy to miss, especially with all the overhead lights. “Ruby.” I spoke through gritted teeth, watching her smirk a little as she clung to Night even harder. She was wearing a bright red, two-piece bikini to match her hair and she practically had her boobs squashed against Night’s arms. From the looks of it however, Night wasn’t liking it one bit.

On the screen was a picture of a woman I didn't recognize. “She said this woman saw you attack her two nights ago.” I stared hard at the picture. “I've never seen this woman in my life.” Harrison sighed. “Then we have a lot of work to do. But you're not getting out tonight.”

“You wish. No, they come to me a lot, images of an older gal with reddish gray hair, all kinky and long, gotta lil gal with her, ‘bout half her size.” “You don’t say?” Porcius nodded. “They raised a woman from the dead last night.” August near to choked on his flask of wine. “What?” “Yeah, these two gals prayed and chanted over this big ol’ pupa thing, a cocoon, like a butterfly, and it burst open, oozing blood and guts . . . and out rolls this beautiful woman, pale and red haired . . . nicely built too.” “Wonder why you’d dream that?’

“One evenin’, it was gettin’ dark, and the streets were mostly empty. I should have gone back in, but I didn’t. Sometimes I’d see a cute boy walkin’ around, and I was hopin’ he’d come by and hear my singin’. But then I felt hot breath on the back o’ my neck, and somethin’ hit my head. Everythin’ went black. “When I woke up, I was lyin’ down. The street moved beneath me, a trail o’ blood comin’ from me. Someone was draggin’ me into an alley. She pushed me against a wall, and I realized it was that woman, starin’ at me with that same look o’ hunger. She pulled off the cloth coverin’ her face, and it was the prettiest damn face I ever seen. Yet she wore such gaudy bright red blush that she coul

I was once again pulled out of bed waking me up, I was finally able to get a few hours sleep after last night. This time it wasn't Rudy who pulled me out of bed, it was a woman I've never seen before, she pulls me all the way down stairs where a couple other women were. also who I've never seen before. "Stand still we only have a couple hours to make it" the woman who pulled me out the bed says, taking a tape measure from the table.

a tall, slender and fashionably dressed woman hailed them in a French accent. She was wearing sunglasses at night...in a room and a beautiful young lady was standing beside her. Wayne frowned even deeper. The dark energy was coming from this woman's daughter. ​