Gargoyle: A Reawakening (Briarcliff Series, #2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

van
pulled up in the circular drive. “The creepers are here,” she said
glancing back over her shoulder. “Evie you don’t look so
good.”
    Of course, she didn’t look so good. How
could she? “I guess I’m just hungry,” she dumped out another lie,
her stomach twisting once more.
    Moriah bent over to grab
the bag of food off the floor, and handed it out to her. “I gotta
go talk to them but you’re not getting off the hook…I want all the
gory deets when we get back to your place, after the party. Got
it?”
    “ Sure,” she said, taking
the bag from her outstretched hand. Even though the last thing she
wanted to do right now was eat.
    “ I’ll be
back , ” Moriah, announced doing her
famed Schwarzenegger imitation from “The Terminator” before she
turned and headed out the door.
    Evie tried to laugh but
nothing came out except a weak “ he
ehh .” Rubbing her hands on her arms, she
looked over at the big empty spot beside the stairs where the
statue had been the night before. Another testament her attack
actually happened. “Which meant what?” Did the statue come alive?
And if it did, where did it go? Not that she was complaining. She
was immeasurably happy whatever it was, decided to go on its merry
way and leave her ass alone. But what about him ? The guy she had kissed, the one
that made her feel different….in a good way? What was he fighting
outside? And more importantly…where did he go? And how did she get
back inside? Did she somehow imagine him?
    “ No way.”
She shook her head. Oh, she knew she had a damn good imagination
but still there was no way she could have imagined him. He must
have left and just didn’t bother to tell her. He could have at
least said, “Thanks for helping me out” or… “Hey what’s your
number? I’ll call you the next time I come back to earth.”
Obviously, he was an alien. He was far too perfect to be a human. She laughed
then. Right like that’s why he didn’t say good-bye. She was really
reaching now—she was pitiful. She scrubbed her hands over her face
in aggravation and then flinched. She hit one of the several sore
spots scattered across her face.
    Climbing up off the floor,
she walked towards the door. Stuffing the bag under one arm, she
tried to fix her hair. Her hand stuck. She jerked her hand back
out. The chipped paint on doorframe was sticking to her hoodie. She
flicked a few pieces off watching a line of people unload one by
one from the side of the van in the driveway. Searching each face,
she hoped she would see him . All the boys were all pretty
cute but not one of them was the guy she met the night
before.
    Stepping outside, she reached up and pushed
her hair behind her ears, suddenly realizing she was standing in
the exact spot she had been last night when she stepped in the
ooze. At least she thought she was—but the stairs were clean. This
posed another impossible question… “What in the hell happened to
the grossness that was over the stairs?” Okay fine. She could maybe
believe she fell asleep and the guy…she shook her head. “I can’t
believe I didn’t ask his name—Duh!” She smacked herself in the
forehead and instantly cried out in pain making everyone in the
driveway turn towards her.
    “ I’m
good,” she told them and was relieved when they turned back around.
“ Think…think…think… ” The throbbing in her head that had been a dull ache earlier
was growing more intense. Pressing her fingers to her forehead, she
closed her eyes for a moment. There were too many questions and not
enough answers.
    When she reopened eyes, she was staring down
at the stairs. They really weren’t clean at all, but had a light
film covering them like ash. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she
leaned forward and without thinking stuck the tip of her finger
into the substance…, and instantly freaked.
    “ Eww
Gross! Gross! Gross! ” she yelled,
frantically dragging her finger back over the clean part of the
concrete, not