"Remind me why we're out here again? This place is kinda creepy." 15 year old Alison Castillo replied as she followed Brady Crockett through a field on a late September night… a blood red sky surrounded the two, thunder occasionally sounding through the area.
"It is but beats being stuck at home." Brady answered.
"Is Elvis chewing up your things again?" Alison asked as she pointed the flashlight further into the field.
"Nah, just Amber's jeans. Now why does this place creep you out?" Brady replied.
"I've heard horror stories of people getting lost out here in the fields and never being seen again. Some by tripping and falling into holes, others by being shot or stabbed by someone who's just inhuman… though I think the latter of the stories are just exaggerated tales." Alison responded, Brady lightly wrapping his right hand around her left one.
"Exaggerated or not, no one shoots you around me. I…" Brady said in response. He was going to say more but quickly stopped and then looked at her. "Can you… can you hear that?" He questioned, pointing off in the direction of what Alison only knew to be silence.
"I… I can't hear it." Alison responded, listening closer to try to hear what Brady heard.
"It's like a… a ringing… like those musical garden ornaments, it's… over there." Brady explained, before he pointed towards a line of old trees to the edge of the field, their twisting arms and thick trunks easily upwards of 200 years old.
"Okay… I think we should head back to the Ferrari." Alison responded, thoroughly creeped out and her and Brady turning around.
But after a few steps, she tripped over something and Brady caught her.
"You alright?" Brady asked.
"Yeah… but there's… something shiny there." Alison answered, Brady unearthing it and picking it up… it was old from what they guessed, but they weren't exactly sure what age.
"The ringing stopped…" Brady said as he looked up towards where it had been coming from, before his eyes returned to the blade in his hands as he lifted it up with the hand that held the hilt, reaching up and holding it out between himself and the threatening sky.
"It did… are you okay?" Alison asked, seeing Brady's blue eyes glaze over.
"I'm fine." Brady spoke quickly as he looked back to her, heightening Alison's nerves as for a split second she could've sworn his eyes shone red, though put it down to a split second reflection from the similarly coloured sky.
"Yeah, we're outta here." Alison responded before they left with the dagger, wrapping it in a blue cloth and putting it in the glovebox before they got in the car, buckled up, closed the doors and drove off.
She looked back at the field, Brady lightly rubbing his right hand on her left thigh and her turning back to him.
"Should we take the dagger to the cops? Stan or Trudy or my mom might find a cold case that involves it." Alison replied.
"It's too late for now… I'll run it into the station tomorrow." Brady answered, glancing briefly at the glovebox. "Don't worry about it, I'll handle things."
Alison nodded as they continued down the road, Red Skies At Night by The Fixx playing on the radio as Alison answered her phone.
"Hey, Miguel." Alison responded.
"Where are you?" Miguel asked.
"Hanging out with Brady. Why? It's not that late." Alison replied, sneaking in an eye roll and Brady snickering.
"Mig, don't you trust your sister? She's not misbehaving." Brady responded, Miguel noticing that Brady's voice was a bit off.
"Are you alright, Brady?" Miguel asked.
"I'm good. Look, we'll be back soon, okay?" Brady responded before Alison and Miguel hung up and he saw the look on her face. "I know that look."
"Yeah but he'd be really pissed if we come back drunk." Alison replied, noticing that Brady's hand remained on her knee… and in the somewhat darkened car, he saw that her face was a light red.
"Probably…" Brady responded, glancing at her. The corner-of-the-mouth smile Alison saw on him was one that would've only raised the redness, as she knew he'd noticed.
She leaned in as he slowed down, kissing him on his neck… and Brady pulled over off of the road, the two kissing again before he pulled her on top of him.
Headlights of a cruiser shined in the distance… and Billy slowed to a stop when he saw the car. He got out and walked over, tapping his baton against the driver's side door and startling the teens.
"Billy?!" Alison responded, raven hair disheveled.
"Billy boy! I can only gather you haven't pulled me aside to ask if I want a beer this time." Brady greeted him as Alison climbed her way back to the passenger seat quickly.
"I saw the car, thought you two broke down… have you've been sneaking around?" Billy replied.
"No, we haven't." Alison answered.
"You caught us at the beautiful beginning but knowing your history, you'll not be able to keep your mouth shut for very long, will you? So tell me…" Brady responded before he climbed out of the car and stood directly in front of Billy. "What is it you truly desire?" He questioned in a tone that was different than his usual self, a smoother and slightly deeper tone.
It's a common unspoken fact about humanity as a whole that everyone has that deepest, darkest part. The secret they keep the deepest, the promise they follow the most, the things which are so deep within that they meld into part of one's personality. As Brady spoke those words though, that part of Billy seemed to open, just for him, and that deepest thing he wanted was no longer so deeply buried.
"Brady… are you sure you're alright?" Billy replied, Brady snapping out of it when he saw the worried look in Alison's brown eyes.
"Yes… yes, I… look, stay quiet about this, okay? Don't go filing a report or anything." Brady said in response before he sat back in the car.
Billy nodded and left, Brady turning to Alison and lightly resting his right hand on her face.
"Ali… there's some things to explain, but… gradually. For now…" Brady said after a moment before he moved in to kiss her once more.
The two continued kissing, rain starting to make itself known as Brady was careful with the smaller girl as they started to undress each other until they were fully naked and she was laying back on the seats, Brady on top of her and entwining his right hand with her left one before thrusting himself into her, Alison's legs wrapping around his.
She wasn't sure when he had gotten the condom but she hadn't questioned it… she just wanted to be safe the first time and had gotten another thing.
It was going to be with someone she trusted more than anything.