*I DO NOT OWN, NOR WILL I EVER OWN LIFE WITH DEREK.
I ALSO DO NOT OWN THE COPYRIGHT TO THE SONG HALLELUJAH, SUNG BY KATE VOEGELE *
~Lord of the lies, is but a lie itself~
Well I heard there was a secret chord, David played and it pleased the lord but you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this, the fourth the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift,
The baffled King composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
The rain was pelting hard against the roof, causing branches to crash against the windows. The night was scary and dark, as lightening and thunder crashed and trembled as the storm raged on engulfing the flickering street lights in its crazed path. Although all this was enough to make the whole neighborhood awake and filled with fear only one lay awake on his bed, angry that the storm had woken him from his dream about a tall brunette with lengthy legs. It had been the most amazing dream he'd ever had except for the fact that he couldn't clearly make out her face. In fact the only thing he could really remember was the way she moaned his name in a certain way, but that was enough to last him a lifetime. He turned to look at his clock on the bed stand and saw that it was only three thirty in the morning. "Damn", he mumbled, realizing there was no way in hell he was going back to sleep. He lazily strolled out of the bed leaving it a complete disaster and reached a hand down his boxers to scratch at his butt as he slowly made his way down to the kitchen for a snack. "grannchuh", he mumbled as he chomped his cereal. This stupid storm was sure going to ruin his date with Amanda tomorrow, and he was starting to get seriously pissed. It had taken him one month of smooth talking, gift giving, and puppy eyes to finally get that girl to agree to one date with him. It was then that he noticed someone standing about twenty feet away from the house, wearing a soaking hoodie and staring him straight in the eye. At first he was startled but as the stranger kept staring he kept getting even more pissed by the second. "Hey!", he shouted, running out of the house in his boxers, " What the fuck do you think you're doing in the rain in front of my house asshole!?!?". As he thought of his next words the stranger started limping toward him, struggling to make it. When the stranger finally approached him he agriliy stated "I said wh--..". His sentence cut short as the hood fell off the stranger, and the world went quiet. Derek Venturi found himself staring straight in the face of a battered and beaten Casey MacDonald. And then she fainted in his arms.