***Disclaimer: Nothing, the twins and any other reference to Poppy Z.
Brite's work is just that-hers. I do own Zid, however. ;) ***
The early October air clung to Zid's body like a thirsty leech reminding him of why he sometimes longed to relocate far away from New Orleans. But it was his home, it was everything that he was melted into a location. Zid loved the excitement, the tourists, the dark children that silently prayed to become vampires, and most of all he loved the bars. The convenience of twenty four hour alcohol availability~it was perfect for a young rebellious lush such as himself. He frequented quite a few night spots in the Quarter, usually alone and searching for another half to complete him. On this particular evening, he was on his way to a place that had just reopened, it was away from the crowds and usually empty until late. It was the sanctuary he needed on some nights, this definitely being one of those nights. As he glided along the filthy streets his dark eyes absorbed all the impurities around him~the dusty windowsills with boards over the blackened out windows, the skinny homeless kids garbage picking, and the smashed street lights. Finally, he arrived on the doorstep of "Ghost's".
It was this muggy Thursday evening that Zid met Nothing. When he walked into that dimly lit haven everything looked as it always did. One of those creepy twins' was working the bar, but Zid could never tell which one was which. And had they ever told him their names anyway? He didn't think so. Pondering no further, Zid took a seat towards the back after ordering a pitcher of beer to take with him. He always sat at this table and his curiousity never faded as to who or what Twig, Molachai and Zillah were. The three names had been carved into the wood, had been there as long as Zid could remember. The indentions were worn and seemed to be ancient. He prodded at the table longer while he sipped the foul tasting brew. Zid's ears pricked up when he noticed the creaking of the door, nobody ever came to "Ghost's" this early. Before he could even turn his head all the way around he glimpsed one of the most beautiful boys he had ever seen in his life, and Zid was not one to notice boys, he had a major preferance for the female form. But when Nothing walked into the bar, he lit it up, it was quite obvious to anyone who had ever encountered Zillah, that this boy had inherited his father's ability to grab attention. Nothing was alone. And he looked damned pissed. Zid watched at this black haired angel stormed up to the bar, grabbed that freakish twin by his shirt collar and demanded to know why he had named the place "Ghost's". Zid was entranced but a bit shaken and he tried to slide into the booth un-noticed. So far, it was working.
The early October air clung to Zid's body like a thirsty leech reminding him of why he sometimes longed to relocate far away from New Orleans. But it was his home, it was everything that he was melted into a location. Zid loved the excitement, the tourists, the dark children that silently prayed to become vampires, and most of all he loved the bars. The convenience of twenty four hour alcohol availability~it was perfect for a young rebellious lush such as himself. He frequented quite a few night spots in the Quarter, usually alone and searching for another half to complete him. On this particular evening, he was on his way to a place that had just reopened, it was away from the crowds and usually empty until late. It was the sanctuary he needed on some nights, this definitely being one of those nights. As he glided along the filthy streets his dark eyes absorbed all the impurities around him~the dusty windowsills with boards over the blackened out windows, the skinny homeless kids garbage picking, and the smashed street lights. Finally, he arrived on the doorstep of "Ghost's".
It was this muggy Thursday evening that Zid met Nothing. When he walked into that dimly lit haven everything looked as it always did. One of those creepy twins' was working the bar, but Zid could never tell which one was which. And had they ever told him their names anyway? He didn't think so. Pondering no further, Zid took a seat towards the back after ordering a pitcher of beer to take with him. He always sat at this table and his curiousity never faded as to who or what Twig, Molachai and Zillah were. The three names had been carved into the wood, had been there as long as Zid could remember. The indentions were worn and seemed to be ancient. He prodded at the table longer while he sipped the foul tasting brew. Zid's ears pricked up when he noticed the creaking of the door, nobody ever came to "Ghost's" this early. Before he could even turn his head all the way around he glimpsed one of the most beautiful boys he had ever seen in his life, and Zid was not one to notice boys, he had a major preferance for the female form. But when Nothing walked into the bar, he lit it up, it was quite obvious to anyone who had ever encountered Zillah, that this boy had inherited his father's ability to grab attention. Nothing was alone. And he looked damned pissed. Zid watched at this black haired angel stormed up to the bar, grabbed that freakish twin by his shirt collar and demanded to know why he had named the place "Ghost's". Zid was entranced but a bit shaken and he tried to slide into the booth un-noticed. So far, it was working.