|From Dusk Till Dawn: Old Haunts and Fresh Blood
Author: faerie writer PM
Seth's living in El Ray with nothing but bad memories, the money, and a girl he owns. Kate changed him in a way he didn't understand until he got the girl. Seems the girl's a gateway to an old hell with a new bloody promise.Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Supernatural - Words: 468 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 3 - Published: 01-01-08 - id: 3983280
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-1(A/N: Female references not in bold refer to the human girl. Other female references in bold refer to Santanico Pandemonium)
"Life is hard for everyone. You could have an eight figure trust fund and still be fucking sad." she sighed and rolled over to the very edge of the bed.
Small house but clean enough to eat off the floor. Gotta have something to do in El Ray. Can't look bored or unoccupied. That's when the bad shit happens even if you got an owner.
The silence was uncomfortable so she threw back the thin blanket.
"Can't sleep." she said to him.
"Can't or won't?" Seth asked.
"Won't. I've been having this weird dream. I wake up in this room; it's like a throne room. It's a temple to worship her and you can't help but to love her. She wants me for something. I don't know what for but I get the feeling that it'll kill me. What's really me in here," she touched her chest the place over her heart, "there's this song. It sticks in your head because it's her song. I don't know maybe this fucking place is getting to me."
Seth watched her walk away and the memories were firmer. He watched the way her hips swung and it's like she's dancing. Yeah she's dancing alright. But he doesn't want to believe it. The light turns on in the hall. She's singing as she walks to the kitchen and he follows her.
Strolling in the night
It's only After Dark
In her eyes
A distant fire light
It's only After Dark
I find myself in her room
Feel the fever of my doom
Through the floor
I'm knocking on the Devil's door
In the Dawn
I wake up to find
And a note says
Only After Dark
in the flame
Now I know her
You can tear her temple down
But she'll be back
and rule again
In my heart
A deep and dark
and lonely part
Wants her and
waits for After Dark"
His blood is pumping hard and hot but the sweat down his back is ice cold. He watches her move and she's moving like her: like the fucking vampire bitch in that fucking bar. It's not fucking behind him, it's right fucking in front of him.
(A/N: I'll update tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be in the same ballpark as the above style. If you've read my limited previous work - you know that my style has changed dramatically)