Disclaimer: I do not own From Dusk Till Dawn or any of its characters…or George Clooney for that matter.
"Kate, do you know where I'm going, do you know what El Ray is?" Seth asked the blood-spattered, auburn haired girl. Why would she give a fuck about whether or not he, the bastard who had dragged her ass into this mess and gotten her family killed, needed "some company?" And what the hell was she thinking, making that kind of offer? Normally, when a women asked if he wanted some company, Seth Gecko didn't have too much of a problem saying "hell yes" and going off to some seedy motel for an hour or two. But Kate probably wasn't even legal yet (he knew for a fact she was under twenty-one; she'd said as much) and believe it or not he had rules; one of which was no god damned under-agers! Besides, how could he live with himself if he took Kate up on her offer and she got hurt in El Ray? And even if she didn't get hurt, did he really want to corrupt a minister's kid?
Dammit, I may be a bastard, but I'm not a fucking bastard! He thought at himself, but somehow that wasn't what he wound up telling Kate. Instead, he had asked, whether or not she knew what El Ray, his new home, was. He looked up as Carlos, the bastard, told him it was time to go. Man, if he hadn't had accepted that reduced fee, Seth would have had to kill him. Richie and Jacob and Scott at least deserved some compensation. Okay, maybe Seth just wanted more dough to work with when he got to El Ray, but why sweat the details?
He looked back at Kate, peeling off his ruined jacket and trying to force the words "go home, Kate," from his mouth. But instead, he flicked his eyes to the RV, and back to her again.
"Do you want anything from the RV?"
She blinked, and smiled with genuine happiness and surprise. The first smile he'd seen from her.
"Nothing that can't be replaced, no." He climbed into the convertible, a smirk stretching his lips.
"Then hurry up and get in," he told her, smirking, instantly regretting the words but too selfish to take them back. Who was he supposed to take care of now, with Richie dead? Who was he supposed to kick around (figuratively, of course; he doubted Kate would need to be kicked for anything she could possibly do) when he felt shitty? Besides, what was Kate, a sweet kid, supposed to do now? Her dad and brother were dead, and the cash he had handed her would only last so long…maybe she would be better tagging along with him? Oh, fuck; he didn't care whether or not it made him a fucking bastard or if he was ruining her life; he actually wanted the kid to come with him, and she had offered for Christ's sake…
He sped out of the parking lot, kicking up a cloud of dust, glancing at the girl sitting beside him as he followed Carlos's car to El Ray. She was too busy watching out the window to notice, so he let his gaze wander for a second before turning back to the road. Young or not; she sure was nice to look at.
Kate POV
Kate surreptitiously glanced at Seth as he drove to what Kate suspected was a town much like what the inside of the Titty Twister had been like only minus the vampires and bigger. She didn't care; she didn't have anything besides the bloody clothes on her back, the cash in her hand, a head full of memories, a cheap wallet with a few pictures and her ID, and the man (criminal, if she wanted to be honest) beside her. She had no one in America; with Mama and Daddy and Scott gone, she had no one to go back to. She had come into Mexico a legal adult (in a week, she would be anyway, but why whine about specifics?) and had no reason to not ask Seth if she could come; which is what she had essentially done, by asking if he wanted some company. But, for all her hoping, she had been shocked when he had agreed. After all, why would some badass criminal want anything to do with her, Kate Fuller? She didn't think it was for sex; he hadn't given off that depraved vibe that his brother had; the one that screamed sexual predator. But that look he'd given her when he'd thought she hadn't been paying attention had said volumes. She felt a smile play on her mouth; yes, he was older, but attractive none the less and she was a young female. How could she not be flattered?
What had happened before last night, the threatening, the kidnapping, all of it, didn't seem to matter to her anymore. Seth had fought side by side with her and her family when the going got tough, and she felt that that more than made up for that. And try as she might, she just couldn't blame him for causing Scott and Jacob's deaths. How was he supposed to know that he and Richie weren't the real threat to the Fuller family when they'd walked into the bar? And how was the sleazy little man Seth had done business with supposed to know that vampires were real and ran the strip club he'd picked out of a hat? Truth was, they couldn't have known, and Kate had no energy to be angry with them right now.
Maybe later. she thought with a smirk, and leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back slightly.
"I'll wake you when we get there." she heard Seth say.
"Okay." she replied, and eventually settled into a light, uneasy sleep as the red sports car sped down the dusty road to some godforsaken, hole-in-the-wall town.
This is my first time EVER letting someone besides me and my mother and my sister read my work, and also my first ever fanfic. A review, good or bad, is heavily appreciated as I'm dying for some feedback.
