Title: Black
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative. I do own Elysabeth, Lawrence and Alan.
Summary: Lita begans to have nightmares about someone's impending doom. Can she save them? And herself?
Pairing: I don't know yet..up to you!
Author's Notes: I did the love story, the dying love story, the humor. Now I need some horror baby!
The bed was large, the sheets were white silk.
They were a mess however, the bed unmade from the intense love making from the night before.
The owner of the bed was gone, but his lover, however, lay in the center of the bed, the sheets wrapped around her nude form.
Her hair she wore, long and black, cascading down her her bare back as she lay sleeping, waiting for her lover's return.
The sky was still black, the moon's light poured through the window.
She turned over in her sleep, turning and tossing.
Her black charcoal eyes fluttered open to come face to face with a hooded figure, standing over her. Bringing a long sharp blade down toward her chest.
"NO!" Lita screamed out as she sat up in her bed. "No." She held her blanket close to her chest, maybe to cover up the intense beating of her heart.
They where back. Her dreams had come back.
"No." She whispered to herself. "NO! NO!" She reached by the hotel end table next to her bed. She reached for the lamp, and quickly turned the lamp on.
She ran her fingers in her hair. "God, not again, please, not again."
As a teenage girl, around 15, Lita had dreams. Scary dreams of a girl being murdered in her bed. In her lover's bed by a hooded figure. It plagued her for a long time, eating away at her.
Finally she went met a girl named Elysabeth, one of those type of people that had a sixth sense and knew about "the other side." She told Lita that she had been called by another spirit to stop something bad from happening, what she wasn't sure.
Lita tried also, tried with the help of Elysabeth, her boyfriend Lawrence and Elysabeth's boyfriend Alan tried to read what the spirits were trying to say. Unfortunatly she never figured it out and local girl had tragically been brutually murdered by a driver of a car she was hitchhiking with. Somebody Lita could of picked up.
Her dreams had stopped, but she never forgot. She always had been responsible for her murder. She broke away from there group, broke up with Lawrence no matter how much in love she was with him. He began to research the things that brough her into it. She couldn't handle that. She graduated early from highschool and escaped the pain. Them.
She wanted to leave them and all of them behind. And now somebody was going to die.
But she couldn't exactly know who is was going to be. She was always on the road.
She couldn't deal with the pain of being able to stop a death either though.
She draped the robe around her pajama's as she made her way down into the hotel lobby.
The bar was still open and she needed plenty of coffee for the night, to figure out what to do.
What should she do? The thought of calling Elysabeth entered her thought, but the though also made her think that it would be wrong. Wrong to contact somebody she hadn't spoken too in a long, long time.
As she made her way through the bad, she could feel somebody behind her.
Somebody.
She turned quickly, ready to attack, but let out a sigh of relief when she realised who it was.
"Edge, you scared me."
"Sorry." He answered, an amused smile on his face. "Are you ok."
"Im fine, but I have really bad feeling."
"What kind of feeling?"
"LIke everythings about to go to hell."
Author: Remain Nameless, other wise known as Kay
Email: RemainNameless17aol.com
Rating:; PG-13 because I tend to write with a potty mouth
Disclaimer: I don't own nobody, or nothing. I'm not THAT Creative. I do own Elysabeth, Lawrence and Alan.
Summary: Lita begans to have nightmares about someone's impending doom. Can she save them? And herself?
Pairing: I don't know yet..up to you!
Author's Notes: I did the love story, the dying love story, the humor. Now I need some horror baby!
The bed was large, the sheets were white silk.
They were a mess however, the bed unmade from the intense love making from the night before.
The owner of the bed was gone, but his lover, however, lay in the center of the bed, the sheets wrapped around her nude form.
Her hair she wore, long and black, cascading down her her bare back as she lay sleeping, waiting for her lover's return.
The sky was still black, the moon's light poured through the window.
She turned over in her sleep, turning and tossing.
Her black charcoal eyes fluttered open to come face to face with a hooded figure, standing over her. Bringing a long sharp blade down toward her chest.
"NO!" Lita screamed out as she sat up in her bed. "No." She held her blanket close to her chest, maybe to cover up the intense beating of her heart.
They where back. Her dreams had come back.
"No." She whispered to herself. "NO! NO!" She reached by the hotel end table next to her bed. She reached for the lamp, and quickly turned the lamp on.
She ran her fingers in her hair. "God, not again, please, not again."
As a teenage girl, around 15, Lita had dreams. Scary dreams of a girl being murdered in her bed. In her lover's bed by a hooded figure. It plagued her for a long time, eating away at her.
Finally she went met a girl named Elysabeth, one of those type of people that had a sixth sense and knew about "the other side." She told Lita that she had been called by another spirit to stop something bad from happening, what she wasn't sure.
Lita tried also, tried with the help of Elysabeth, her boyfriend Lawrence and Elysabeth's boyfriend Alan tried to read what the spirits were trying to say. Unfortunatly she never figured it out and local girl had tragically been brutually murdered by a driver of a car she was hitchhiking with. Somebody Lita could of picked up.
Her dreams had stopped, but she never forgot. She always had been responsible for her murder. She broke away from there group, broke up with Lawrence no matter how much in love she was with him. He began to research the things that brough her into it. She couldn't handle that. She graduated early from highschool and escaped the pain. Them.
She wanted to leave them and all of them behind. And now somebody was going to die.
But she couldn't exactly know who is was going to be. She was always on the road.
She couldn't deal with the pain of being able to stop a death either though.
She draped the robe around her pajama's as she made her way down into the hotel lobby.
The bar was still open and she needed plenty of coffee for the night, to figure out what to do.
What should she do? The thought of calling Elysabeth entered her thought, but the though also made her think that it would be wrong. Wrong to contact somebody she hadn't spoken too in a long, long time.
As she made her way through the bad, she could feel somebody behind her.
Somebody.
She turned quickly, ready to attack, but let out a sigh of relief when she realised who it was.
"Edge, you scared me."
"Sorry." He answered, an amused smile on his face. "Are you ok."
"Im fine, but I have really bad feeling."
"What kind of feeling?"
"LIke everythings about to go to hell."