The Storms Within: Lightning
The Storms Within:
Lightning

"Who are you?!" he yells at her.

"I'm not what you think." he shakes his head in disbelief.

"I can see you have the same teeth--I mean, fangs. Are not you a vampire?"

"I don't drink blood, I'm not a vampire." she replies, brushing her chestnut bangs out of her eyes.

8 Hours Before

They sit at the bar, taking quick glances at each other. She, wearing a pink tank-top and blue jeans. He, wearing black jeans and an old "Kiss" band-shirt.

"Darling, will you please make a move already?" the bartender says to the girl as he gives her a glass of red "juice". The boy smiles at her and slides over one stool.

"Hello, and you are?"

"Just call me...Lynne." she whispers.

"Nice to meet you, Lynne." his eyes wander downward.

"I am Kasper." she laughs.

"As in Casper the friendly ghost?" she winks and moves her hand to his shoulder.

"Lynne, don't you dare!" they both look behind Kasper's right shoulder. A woman stands in the doorway, her hand on the gun in her holster.

"Lynne, get your ass over here!" the 13-year-old gets off the rickety stool and hurries over to her.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I really am." The woman, Jack, glares down at her.

"Stupid girl, stupid little child! God, what am I going to do with you?! Do you know how much trouble you are in?" she shakes her head.

"No...but I can only guess." Jack puts her hand on her shoulder as she looks down at the crimson carpet.

"Exactly my point, give me it, now, Lynne!" Lynne looks up in surprise.

"How did you know that...how did you know that I had it?"

"I know more than you think, Dear Lynne. Give me the ecstasy." tears stream down her face as she reaches into her pocket.

"I was only holding it for a friend, Sis." Jack takes the bag out of her younger sister's hand, turns on her heel and walks out.

"You stupid rotten...teenager..." a blond, old man whispers.

"Hell, she's barely that, Father! She's a disgrace! I feel for her blessed sister..." his daughter comments.

"Yes...she is barely a teenager, but, Destiny, you were much more grownup at 8 than she is at 13!" Destiny shakes her head, moving the golden wig as she does so.

"I know that...but she's still a child, Father..."

"I think you're being a little harsh on her. Why don't you both just keep your mouths closed? Lightning doesn't need us meddling in their affairs." Damien, her twin brother replies.

"You're the one that should stop talking. As soon as Lightning tells us to shut up, we will keep talking." the twin's father snaps.

"Close your mouths!" a deep voice hisses from behind the door.

"Mother of Holy God...did he hear us?" Damien smirks at his father.

"Yes..."