1 - Curse of Twilight
If any of you lovely readers have read any of my stories before you know by now that I'm definitely not Stephanie Meyer. However, you also may have gotten the impression that I like to play with her characters. To this, you would be correct. They are so fun to play with, especially her pretty, pretty boy toys. Oh Stephanie, thank you, thank you, thank you for bringing these delicious men into our lives. I promise to give them back when I'm done and no infringement is intended on my part.
The lyrics of 'Hotel California' are the creative genius' of Don Felder, Don Henley and Glenn Frey and is the property of the Eagles. I only repeat the lyrics here in this story for entertainment purposes only. Again no infringement is intended.
I am writing this story to pay tribute to the Eagles, one of my all time favorite American rock bands. The lyrics of 'Hotel California' blows my mind. I have often pondered the lyrics to this song trying to imagine the horror. What could be more fun than combining two of my favorite things, Hotel California with Twilight. The mix is just insanely fun to think about.
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a simmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
My mind floated in a spin cycle of restful nothingness as I gazed out at the endless desert ahead. There was something ominous about that night, traveling through that long lonely stretch of the Mojave Desert. This was our last stretch before we made it back to our home base in Los Angeles. I was so ready for my own bed. Life on the road was harder than I thought it would be. Unbeknownst to Beavis and Butt Head, goofing around in the back of the bus, I was ready to call it quits. Jasper and Emmett lived for this lifestyle, but the long hours practicing and traveling combined with the drugs and binge drinking and endless women had taken it's toll on me.
Now the lead singer of the 'Curse of Twilight' my life was a jumbled mess. I had started out a easy going guy with deep love of my music. I had thought my companions shared my passion. Now days I wasn't so sure. Jacob Black, my best friend since kindergarten, and now our sound check guy/ bus driver, understood how I felt. In a way, even though he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, Jake and I held this band together. We were the ones that got us from point A to point B while Beavis and Butt Head were having an endless party.
Our last concert this tour was a freebee for our troops stationed at Fort Hood. I was so excited to do this for them but of course B & B had to spoil that too. They nearly had half the army up our asses for the way they were disrespecting some lady soldiers. I was fed up with their childish behavior. Thank God Jake was there to hall our asses to safety.
"Edward." I must have started to doze off, because my eyes snapped open to the sound of my friend's voice.
"Sorry, man." I'd promised Jake I'd help him stay awake. We had another four hours of driving before we made it to LA and then we had to fight LA traffic to get to our individual homes.
"I think I need to stop." Jake looked exhausted.
"Come on, man. You can do it." I really didn't like the idea of getting stuck out here. I had this strange phobia that if we stopped the bus it wouldn't start up again when we were ready to leave.
"Why don't you drive for a while then."
Technically, I could drive this beast. "You know what happened the last time I drove it." That wasn't pleasant. Thank goodness our manager was able to call in a favor with the LA police. I was pulled over for failure to stop at a stop light.
"I told you to get your license before we left on this tour."
"You know I have no life outside of rocking."
That's when B & B started the intro to their favorite Eagle's song, 'Hotel California'. Jasper, our bass player, was strumming away on my Fender while Emmett held his own on Jasper's bass. They could never resist playing that damn song on this stretch of highway. They knew how freaked out I got about passing through the desert to begin with. They must have been eavesdropping and decided now was the perfect time to torment me.
"Would you two cut it out," I snarled, glaring back at them. Jake was silently laughing.
"It's not funny, Jake. Those two ass clowns have tormented me enough. I don't want to spend the night in this god forsaken desert. Please just get us home."
"I can't make any promises, but I'll do my best."
"Just roll the windows down. The fresh air will do wonders."
After the three of us opened all the windows Jake still didn't look anymore energized. I wasn't liking my odds of getting out of this desert tonight. It was as if the smell of bad magic floated on the warm air that ran through my hair, causing it to stand on end.
"Jasper do you smell that smell?" Jasper's eyes widened with excitement. Emmett jumped up and stuck his drooling head out the window. I suddenly figured out what that smell actually was. No! Anything but that!
"Look up ahead, Jake. It's a simmering light," Emmett yelled at the wind in his face. He jumped back in his seat with a wicked grin on his face, picking up Jasper's bass. Jasper nodded.
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of COLITAS
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a simmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
They belted the lyric's out like a karaoke nightmare.
"Would you two shut the fuck up!" I shouted at their antics.
"Come on, Eddie. We're tired too. There has to be some kind of establishment ahead," Emmett whined.
"Where there's light…." Jasper started to agree.
"You are not buying pot!"
"Aw, just a little?"
"No way. I'm tired of living with a couple of potheads. You both need to grow up."
"Man, we really need to find you some pussy," was Emmett's cure all for anyone that didn't immediately follow his way of thinking.
"When was the last time you have partaken of the sins of the flesh, my friend?"
"Jasper," I growled at my friend. I've tried endlessly to explain to these two goofballs that I was done with the endless one night stands. I pinched the bridge of my nose.
"Guys, you're giving me a headache. And will you please stop calling me Eddie!" I hated that stupid name.
"That's strange." I heard Jake murmur to himself. "That wasn't here the last time we drove by this way."
I looked up. There against the backdrop of the deserts fading sunset was a rather swanky looking hotel. The sign read:
HOTEL CALIFORNIA
Vacancy
Jake pulled into the parking lot staring in quit wonder at the mysterious building that stood before us. A sense of foreboding crept down my spine. But before my fight or flight response could fully kick in I heard the glee of the Wonder Twins in the back.
"No way!" The collective minds of B & B shouted in unison. Then, before I could stop them, they were out the door.
"Damn! We should probably go get them."
"Don't look at me. I'm sleeping on the bus. You never know when those ass clowns will need a quick get away again."
He was right, of course. The Fort Hood incident taught us that we should be prepared for anything when it came to those two.
"All right. I guess you get your wish, my friend. If you want to man the fort, I'll keep the Wonder Twins out of trouble."
"If they're the Wonder Twins does that make you their monkey sidekick Gleek?"
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Jake." I turned in a huff towards my gloomy future.
Okay, don't forget. I'm keeping track of all your reviews. I'm posting a the first chapter of four stories today.
Stuck On A Cloud
Spirit In the Sky
Hotel California
The Purpose of Forever
The story with the most reviews is the one I'll be working on next, along with my companion story to Married to the Enemy. Thanks for reading.
