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Among the Stars
Among the Stars
Among the Stars
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What would you say if I told you there was more to the stars than meets the eye? What if I told you that the only reason you were safe, was because of those stars?
Ailey Grant had a plan, she was going to graduate and go to college. Life doesn't always follow your plans though. After losing her parents, Ailey is throwing away her plans and taking time for herself. She's going to travel the country and figure out what she is going to do now that she is alone. She almost achieves this before life throws her through another loop and into the arms of a man she just met. Tossed into a world she didn't even know existed, with beings as old as time itself, she will have to adjust her plans once again. After hundreds of years of being on top, these ancient beings are finding that they are not invincible, and that they have an enemy that is far more cunning and powerful than they have ever seen before. Ailey is caught in the middle and has to choose to either run away or stand with them as they face this new threat. Finding a new purpose, she embraces this new life full of powerful beings that have stood watch over humanity for countless years. Trying her best to help, Ailey will have to rely on her instincts and put her trust in these timeless guardians if she hopes to save the man who seems to have captured her heart.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTiffany Allen
Release dateOct 6, 2015
ISBN9781311410832
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    Among the Stars - Tiffany Allen

    Among the Stars

    Tiffany Allen

    Published by Tiffany Allen at Smashwords

    Copyright 2015 Tiffany Allen

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

    Table of Contents

    Prologue

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    Chapter 15

    Chapter 16

    Chapter 17

    Chapter 18

    Chapter 19

    Chapter 20

    Epilogue

    Note from the author

    About the author

    Connect with the author

    Prologue

    -1956-

    It’s late as the young man makes his way home. He strolls down the empty streets on his way from a late shift at his job. He’s in his early twenties, short brown hair, and nicely dressed. He’s eager to get home to his family. In his pocket is a pearl necklace that he bought for his wife. Their anniversary is fast approaching and last weekend he caught her admiring it through the Jeweler’s store window. In his other pocket is a tiny satin hair bow with a fabric rose in the center for his daughter.

    It’s a cold night but it doesn’t seem to bother him. The moon gleams bright and he stops a moment to appreciate the night sky. Breathing deeply, he takes in the crisp air. Giving the sky one final glance, he continues on his way and soon reaches his home.

    It’s dark as he makes his way into the house. No doubt his family is already fast asleep. He takes his time removing his shoes and coat, careful not to drop the gifts nestled in his pockets. He makes his way to his bedroom without lights so he doesn’t disturb his family. Making it to the bedroom, he shuts the door quietly and walks over to his side of the bed.

    I’m home, Sweetie, he calls softly. He reaches towards his wife but her side of the bed is cold and empty. Huh?

    He turns on the bedside table and sees that her side is undisturbed. The covers not even turned back. He leaves the bedroom, turning on lights as he goes, thinking that maybe their daughter had another bad dream and that’s where he’ll find his wife. Reaching his daughter’s bedroom, he eases the slightly ajar door completely open.

    Rachelle? He calls softly in the dark room but there’s no answer. He turns on the light but the room is empty and the bed is still neat and tidy.

    Rachelle? He calls louder, getting frantic. He runs through the house flipping light switches as he goes. Finally he reaches the kitchen only to turn on the light and freeze in his tracks.

    The kitchen floor is covered in blood. Bloods pools in some places and smears in others. Bloody footprints and handprints are intermixed on the floor and lower counters. He follows the trail of blood until his eyes find a body.

    Rachelle! He yells and rushes to her, cradling her in his arms. His hands are instantly covered in blood. He checks for a pulse but finds none. Tears stream down his face as he sits on the floor rocking his wife’s lifeless body. He runs his hand through her hair, hair once blonde, now red with her own blood.

    No no no, he cries out, this can’t be happening.

    Beside her body he notices a smaller blood trail leading to the cupboard. He reaches over and opens it. Inside he finds his daughter, her body covered in the same stab wounds as her mother’s.

    Nova? Honey? He touches her hand and it’s ice cold.

    The man sits on the floor holding his wife’s body and his daughter’s hand. Tears drip off his cheeks and mix with the blood that covers his family. Blood that used to pump through their now still hearts. He screams towards the sky, sending a shockwave from his body that shatters all the glass throughout the house.

    Alexander? I heard your… Another man enters the kitchen. He has dark hair and piercing green eyes that take in the scene before him. Alexander, I’m so sorry.

    The green eyed man crouches near the man named Alexander and slowly takes him into his arms. Alexander clings to him, tears falling onto the other man’s shoulder.

    We’ll make sure the police find who’s responsible, the man promises.

    No. I’m going to take care of him myself. Alexander declares.

    The other man pushes him away so he can see Alexander’s face but keeps a strong grip on to his shoulders. Alexander is no longer crying. His eyes are sharp and his face is hard like stone. The man knows what Alexander plans to do.

    No, Alexander. the man says sternly. You know what will happen if you take matters into your own hands!

    I don’t care, Alexander shakes off the other man’s hands and stands up. I will do this, and none of you can stop me.

    Alexander leans down and kisses the foreheads of his dead family before walking to the front door, the other man trailing him.

    They’ll get justice. You don’t have to throw your life away. Please, I’m begging you. The other man moves in front of him, blocking his way, but Alexander just shoves him aside.

    Get out of my way.

    Alexander, wait! the other man shouts into the night but Alexander keeps walking until he’s enveloped into the darkness.

    Chapter 1

    -Present Day-

    Hey pass me another box, would you? Stacy Montgomery, aka my bestfriend, gestures toward the pile of cardboard boxes stacked precariously in the corner of her room.

    Yeah sure thing, I say as I hop off her bed. I carefully pluck the top box off the stack and bring it over to her.

    Here, take this one and tape it up, she instructs, passing me a full box.

    I take the box over to the bed to tape and mark it. I write books on the top and take it out to the hallway where the ready to go pile is. I then flop back onto the bed.

    How many shoes are too many shoes? she asks. I look over to see her holding up four different kinds of sneakers by their laces. She has even more in her closet.

    I would say take two of each kind and if you need more, ask your mom to mail them to you.

    But now I have to choose, she groans and drops the shoes onto the floor with a pout. She walks to her closet where she begins digging out more shoes.

    I laugh and go over to help organize them into piles. Each different type gets its own pile. This way it will be easier for her to see all her options and choose. I don’t know how she even knows what shoes she has. I only have a third of the amount that she does and I forget that I have half of them.

    I wish you were coming. I’m gonna miss you.

    I look up from my organizing to see Stacy staring down at a silver high heel in her lap.

    Are you talking to me or the shoe? I chuckle.

    She looks up and glares at me. I look away and go back to organizing the piles.

    I know. I’m going to miss you too.

    With those words, the happy atmosphere disappears. Stacy and I grew up together. We’ve lived in the same town, went to the same schools, and we were supposed to go to the same college. Life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan though.

    I spent the weeks after graduation hanging with my friends. We went shopping, took mini road trips to the beach, went camping, and just enjoyed having the weight of high school lifted from our shoulders. That weightless feeling didn’t last long. Two weeks after graduation my parents were killed in a car accident. With that car crash, my whole world crashed down around me.

    Instead of picking out dorm decorations I was picking out coffins. Instead of writing thank you cards I was writing a eulogy. My grandparents flew in to help me plan the funeral and took care of most of the preparations and legal stuff so I didn’t have to. I know they were trying to help but the more they did the less I had to occupy my mind. People don’t tell you that grief feels like you’re suffocating. There’s a helpless feeling that comes with it. My options were: distract myself or sit in my grief.

    I had so many regrets. I should have spent more time with them after graduation. Maybe if I had been home that night, they wouldn’t have gone out for dinner and gotten hit. The what ifs are what really get you. That and the suffocating weight of loss.

    Ailey? Stacy says softly as she touches my hand. I startle a bit because I’m so lost in my thoughts. It has become a regular thing since I lost my parents.

    I squeeze her hand and go back to separating the shoes.

    I’m sorry Stace. It’s not your fault. I’ll be fine. I just need time to figure stuff out.

    I know. Don’t rush. You’ll just have to visit lots and come to a couple college parties with me. She winks at me.

    Sounds like a plan.

    Oddly this makes me feel better; knowing I have at least one thing planned out. Besides taking a year off before college and road tripping across the country, my plans were zip.

    How’s packing going? Stacy’s brother, John, storms in and walks right into a pile of boots; stubbing his toe and knocking them into the pile of flats. Ow! Geez Stace, do you have enough shoes?

    John, you messed up my piles, I exclaim. I throw one of the boots at him which he catches and tosses back at me. I barely grab it before it hits me in the face. That could have broken my nose. I glare at him.

    And you could have broken my toes. He fakes a limp and sits on the bed. How would I pick up the ladies with broken toes?

    Oh I’m sure you’d do just fine. I laugh and fix the shoe piles.

    John is two years older than Stacy but where Stacy is short and petite, John is tall and muscled. They have the same light brown hair though which they get from their mom. For the longest time Stacy tried to get John and I together but it never worked. I grew up with him just like I grew up with her and he became the brother I never had. Their whole family is like a second family to me.

    Speaking of ladies, how’s my favorite sister? John nudges my shoulder with his hurt foot.

    I’m right here you know? Stacy throws him a death glare. He winks at her then looks back at me.

    I’m alright. I’m better than a few weeks ago. I smile at him. When my parents died he had made it his job to look after me. He even stayed at my house until my grandparents arrived. I really appreciated everything him and his family had done for me.

    Good because you gals are going to a party tonight.

    Really? Stacy’s entire face lights up and John nods.

    Yup. Ben is throwing a party and we’re going so I can teach you guys how to party before college.

    Aren’t big brothers supposed to tell their sisters not to go to parties? Stacy raises an eyebrow at him.

    I never said I was the best influence. Plus, I don’t want you to be blindsided by the college parties. I’ll sleep better at night knowing you guys know how to handle yourselves. He puts his hand over his heart and looks lovingly at us.

    Okay now you’re trying too hard, Stacy laughs. I’m in. Ailey?

    Sure. Might as well get used to them for when I visit.

    That’s the spirit, John jumps up and claps his hands. Party’s at nine so be ready in time. Oh, and don’t tell mom.

    John carefully steps over the piles of shoes and leaves.

    Okay new job. What shoes am I wearing tonight? Stacy asks.

    I toss her the red boots. Definitely these.

    Chapter 2

    The three of us get to the party around ten. Stacy had a major wardrobe crisis, and John wasn’t too happy about the delay, but we eventually made it. We parked a few blocks away and walked to Ben’s house. The music was loud but not so loud as to draw attention. It looked packed but so far everyone was in the house and not spilling outside. John went to knock but Stacy stopped him.

    Wait, gotta do a wardrobe check. She spins around for me while John groans.

    She’s in a red fitted V-neck, black skinny jeans, and is wearing the boots we picked out earlier. Her short light brown hair is curled and softly frames her face.

    Lookin’ good, how about me? I spin for her while John stands with his arms crossed looking annoyed. I’m wearing a black v-neck, red skinny jeans, black boots, and my long dark brown hair is straight. Stacy thought we should match but flip our colors and I must say we make quite the pair.

    Can we go now? John, who’s in plain jeans and a blue t-shirt, slowly reaches for the doorbell.

    You may proceed. Stacy waves him on like a ruler giving permission to a subject.

    John rolls his eyes and rings the doorbell. A blonde in a short sparkly dress answers it. She waves us in and shuts the door before directing us to the kitchen where Ben is. Ben is one of John’s friends from high school. They don’t go to the same college though so they only get to hang out when they come home for the summer. Ben is sitting on the kitchen counter with his girlfriend, Jen, drinking a beer. He sees us, kisses Jen on the cheek, and hops off of the counter. John meets him half way and they hug in that special way guys always seem to do.

    Dude, you’re late, Ben says. He passes John a beer. John twists off the cap and expertly throws it into the garbage can in the corner.

    You can thank the wardrobe twins for that, John

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