A day to give thanks for all in life that we are greatful for. The man known as The Nightprowler looks at the bottle in his hand, toasts to it's existence and that if many of it's 'brothers and sisters' and takes a long drink, before throwing the bottle across the room, shattering it against the wall.
"I hate holidays."
The statement would be no surprise to any that know this man, the precious few. In truth, Nightprowler has little to be thankful for. His mother was slain just before he was born. His father died in a far different way. To top it off, a cruel joke of his birth and fate, have cursed him to never allow someone to get close. Technically, this is Nightprowler's own choice but, he worries. To let other close are to drag them into his life not to mention a far greater risk. One he would rather forget he was cursed with.
In another fit of rage, Jon stands abruptly and violently overturns a table, shouting "WHY?!!" His fist is hurled into the wall, createing a large sound, and a hole.
Why? It would seem such a simple question yet, it is one that can never be answered completely. Even a partial answer leads to another, Why?
A knock is heard on the door, Jon pulls his hand from the wall and walks to the door.
"Damn!"
Luckily for him his body can handle and break donw the massive amounts he drinks so, he seems completely sober, except for the smell on his breathe. He flings the door open agrily greeting the person on the otherside. "What??"
She recoils in minor fear at his anger as Nightprowler's eyes widen. it was the police officer that he had developed a 'minor crush' on and, who had one on him also.
"A..Are you ok?" Ami asked caustiosly. "I heard some banging and crashing and thought someone may have broken in." She was holding her service weapon and had been standing in a ready postion to use it.
"I'm fine." He said coldly as a bit of blood dripped from the hand that went through the wall.
"You're bleeding!" Donavon exclaimed. Even though Nightprowler seemed unphased, she quickly grabbed his hand and inspected the damamge. "I'll patch this up for you." She siad and started dragging Jon before he could voice a protest.
Soon they arrived at her apartment. Ami ordered Nightprowler to sit in one of the chairs around the kitchen table why she went for a bandage. He reluctantly responded. Her apartment was rather cozy. Painted in warm colors with a fair amount of plants placed about. A large plush couch and a couple chairs faced an entertainment center. On the couch was a snow white teddy bear with a big red bow tied around it's neck.
Donavon quickly returned, supplies in hand and dressed Jon's wound. She couldn't help but laugh as Nightprowler whinced as she cleaned the cut. As soon as she was done, there was a long, akward silence. Neither were sure of what to do or say Eventually Jon sputtered out,
"Thank you."
"Your welcome." She instinctively replied.
In an attempt at polite small talk Nightprowler asked, "Home alone on Thanksgiving?"
"Yeah." She sighed. "My family still lives back home. This is my first year without a big family get together on thanksgiving. Just me and Frosty this year."
"Frosty?"
She giggled embarassedly, smiling," My bear." She gestured towards the couch. Jon couldn't help but smile and almost laugh.
"Oh My god! Is that a smile from the big, bad, Nightprowler?" she jested.
"You tell anyone and I'll kill you." he said, his voice back to normal,leaving Ami not entirely sure if he was joking.
"Um..what about you? No family to go to for Thanksgiving?"
"My family's dead."
"I'm sorry."
There was another long moment of akward silence.
"I have an idea!" She said, the smile on her face could practically illuminate the entire room. "You and I are going out to dinner for Thanksgiving!"
Jon wanted to say yes more then anything but, his convictions told him to say no. He as silent for a few moments until their eyes met. there was a look in hers that must of melted some of the ice that had formed on Jon's heart. He nodded and she beamed as they left.
Moments later at the restaurant. Thier dinners had just arrived and the wine, selected by Nightprowler naturally, had been poured.
"Do you have a real name." Ami asked. "Or did your parents really name you Nightprowler?"
"Jon."
She smiled. THe rest of the dinner was fairly uneventful. Small talk came in spurts, mixed with long moments of uneasy silence and chewing. Donavon seemed rather happy and Jon was, well, he was Jon. Although, as much as he couldn't admit it to her or himself, he truly enjoyed the the meal. She seemed so happy. It was almost contagious. All too soon the meal ended and Nightprowler walked Ami back to her apartment.
"Thanks for coming." She smiled at him.
Jon nodded "Thank you for inviting me." He said tonelessly.
They stood like teenagers after thier first date, debating what should come next. Eventually Ami asked "Would you like to come in for a drink."
"No. I can't. Sorry." Jon reluctantly replied.
"Oh." she sounded slightly disappointed. "Well..um...goodnight then." Ami impulsively gave Jon a quick kiss on the cheek (although she would of prefered it to be something more) and quickly went back to her apartment saying, "Happy Thanksgiving!" Nightprowler stood in the hall for a few moments, and touched the spot she kissed, a surprized look on his face. Soon he turned and headed back to his apartment. "Happy Thanksgiving to you too." He siad, even though she couldn't hear him. Once safely in his apartment, he smiled happily and collapsed onto his baed, her kiss still very much on his mind.
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