Our Last Summer, a friday the 13th fanfic

I just did this randomly and also, I wanted to do something for Pamela and Elias Voorhees. I ignore the so-called "Canon" version of him in Jason Goes to Hell (I HATE that damn movie! ugh!) These two hardly get any love at all. And so, listening to ABBA, I thoguht "OMG THIS SONG FITS THESE TWO PERFECTLY! MUST WRITE!" only to hit a Writer's Block...FFFFFFFFFFFFFF-! So yeah, just wrote whatever and It's quite decent. I might revisit this and all but not now. I just wanna get it out there before I forget.

PAMELAXELIAS VOORHEES FOREVERZ, OH HELL YEAH!

In mah head, Elias Voorhees is a fucking Grim Reaper. Don't like? Well, DEAL WITH IT! MWAHAHAHAHA! (so sugar high right now! That or it's my ADD acting up...)

To Flamers, may all your bacon buuuuuuuurn!

Our Last Summer

"I can still recall

Our last Summer

I still see it all

Walks along the Seine

Laughing in the rain

Our last Summer

Memories that remain…"

The rain fell down onto the Earth, the gray clouds spilling across the sky and blocked out whatever light from being cast down below. The sounds of water hitting against the trees, the leaves, and moist ground was a soothing, calming melody where one may close their eyes and just perhaps recall past memories long since forgotten in the sunlight. Yet, for him, memories that remain within his mind's eyes played before him whenever it rained, caused a nostalgic and bittersweet feeling enter his heart.

Of warm brown eyes staring up at him, brunette locks of hair curled ever so delicately on flushed cheeks. A sweet smile playing on pink lips and arms encircled around him, a petite form fitted perfectly in his arms. Laughter playing in his ears as they spun around in the rain of that one summer, flying through the air and just enjoying the company of the other, though it was a time of when the world was in a second war and he was far from being a normal human being. Still, the moments they shared, the dangerous yet exciting adventures they went on due to his arrogant and dark nature were lightened and warmed by her.

Her smile made him fall for her.

His eyes captured her heart.

They rejoiced under the Priest of Notre Dame of their marriage to each other. And they did not regret it.

A mortal woman being the wife of a Grim Reaper; it was a romance that was forbidden and never meant to be. Yet they did not care, for in their hearts, they knew that the love they shared was true.

And it always will be.

The wind blew as he stood there, golden hair whipping dancing within it. Emerald green eyes staring down at the gravestone before his feet, the rain falling over the frozen form where memories washed over and curled into view, capturing his attention fully as he continued to stare at the gravestone baring the name of the wife now no longer among the living. A wife who sadly was driven to insanity and heartbreak, dying at the hands of a girl who only wished to live, to see another day in life; he did not begrudge her. Understanding all too perfectly how precious Life really is, despite being a bringer of Death.

Still that did not mean his heart did not ache any less.

Turning away, he stared off into the distance and whispered, black wings taking flight and leaving no trace of there ever being anyone there.