Disclaimer: I do not own From Dusk Till Dawn or its characters mentioned in this fanfiction.

Observation: FanFiction based on Season 1 From Dusk Till Dawn with the following alterations: Seth kept the money hidden elsewhere and shared it with Kate only. Santanico Pandemonium is evil and will remain evil in this FanFiction till the end. Kate is a strong girl and knows how to take care of herself.

Summary: Kate has her money and has lived far away from the Gecko brothers. But at her 21 year birthday, a mysterious connection makes her see and communicate with Richie. Powerful, sexy and confident Richie. Can Kate face this challenge? Are the Supernatural Gods playing with her?

Chapter 01 - My 21

After the club, her father's death, her brother transformation to a zombie-snake-vampire-thing, Kate ran. She had a plan: Lay low, ditch the heap, let the heat die down. She thought about living in the woods, like Grizzly Adams.

Seth offered her protection. "Come with me", he said. "I know a person, we will buy a bar near the beach and live away from these monsters."

But Kate knew better. So did him. They would be chased for knowing its existence. The Gods of the Darkness. Their chances of surviving together were of 50%. But separated they could have at least a 70% of chance better of at least no being found so easily. Richie would know which places Seth would go first. Their favorite motels, bars, friend's houses.

Kate had no one. Nowhere. Her destination would be an enigma. She started by being always precautions. Rule of Survivor number #1: Always keep moving. She would never stay in a motel. She bought a ridiculous family van at first. Common and replaceable. She knew how to read information on a map. Thanks to her daddy. Where all those fancies houses rich people bought to spend their summer or winter were. Her destination was North. Always going North. She went back to the States. Slept on the road. Inside her van. She left her father's RV behind. Too many memories.

Kate took shower on rivers at first. She covered her smell with sanitary water, limon juice or alcohol. Painted her hair red for the first few months than went to a more natural yellow blond.

Before all the events with the Gecko brothers. Shit. Long before that. When her mother was alive and everything seemed like the American Dream, Kate dreamed of going to college. She dreamed of majoring on Computer Engineering, working in New York, becoming successful and perhaps on the way meeting her Star Cross Loved men. He would be a good cooker, would love to read his favorites books for her, they would dance at night, drink expensive wines and travel the world. And some day, way down the road, perhaps they would think of having children.

Kate was no longer Kate. She was Maria Gutierrez, Luna Saldana, Dita Cortez and today, she was Waleska Bela. She wore a black leather coat, a red dress and high heels boots. The purpose of hiding is not to look like a tramp fugitive. Seth gave her all Richie's money share of the bank robbery as a "compensation" for all the trouble they did with her life.

Right. As if 10 million dollars were going to replace a caring father and a friendly brother. But she wasn't going to waste her money on hiding. Hell. She could die tomorrow. Well, she almost did die four years ago at that fucking snake hole. So the least she could do to her self-steam and not fall on the disgrace of depression was to gift herself with beautiful dresses, jewels, shoes and food. She loved any excuse wear a dress or a skirt back on school, prom, parties, birthday, church meetings. Now she used all kinds of dresses that fit her mood.

So today, she wore red. Blood color red. Similar to the one Mila Jovovich wore on the movie Resident Evil.

Her hair was in a light shade of brown with an unfix braided resting on her left shoulder. She wore an expensive ray ban glasses with a yellow reflex.

It has been two days since she "borrowed" a house by the lake a few miles from Yakutat. By borrowing she meant, got in, unlocked the alarms and made sure no one was near enough to ask her any questions. She hated questions… Where are you from, where is your boyfriend, how long have you been here, etc etc. Even a How Are You made her nervous. Angry-Nervous. Not Worried-Nervous.

Satan bitch woman was set free thanks to her assistance along with Seth, Richard and even poor Freddie. Bitch-Snake would rather enjoy her freedom first before hunting her or Seth down. And what her reasons could be anyway. They won't live a hundred years like her or Richie. And she definitely set her slaves prostitutes to chase them anyway.

Well, enough with the past. Today she was going to celebrate. She was now officially 21 years old. Her fake documents already accused that but she didn't feel the age yet. She bought her favorite frozen lasagna, lots of beer, tequila, vodca, wine, rum. It was going to be a lonely party but a very indeed enjoyed party. She might go into a coma with all the drinks but she always wanted to try all of them this day. Aspirin and water were already waiting at her nightstand for tomorrow.

If she could, she would call her old friends. Damn. Perhaps she wished to at least call Seth. All her expenses were thanks to him.

The lake house was very secluded with a beautiful view of the frozen lake of Michumina. She was almost close to Canada and was planning which city she should go next. South America was a total nightmare when it came to Maya, Inca and Azteca Gods and Temples. She wasn't going to risk her life going south or staying in Mexico. Europe could be a choice if she had passport or contacts there. All her money was divided in four suitcases and in cash. She wasn't going to risk having a bank account. She buried one suitcase in Nevada, another suitcase in Seatle, and the current two are with her. The book and movie Gone Girl taught her not to keep all her money in one place. She also died her hair in salons and never exchanged comments with anyone.

However, this two weeks by the lake are being surprisingly wonderful for her. Whoever built this place, thought of everything. There was food stoked for five years at least. There was a library so big so full that even Harvard Library would be jealous of this place. Even the DVD movies and series collection were complete and from all over the world. All the Doctor Who collection would keep her busy for at least 3 weeks. That's why she was considering staying a while longer in this place. Winter was coming and from the data she found on the computer, the owners only came here on summer vacations.

Home wasn't the word she was applying for this place but it was secure enough for her. Power energy came from solar panels installed on the roof. There wasn't internet or tv cabo but she was content with all the reading she would enjoy for the next… four months, perhaps.

Jesus. All the running, hiding, changes were finally reaching her mind but the good vibrations of the house were easing the stress waves. She should at least try and buy the place from the rich bastards that owned here but… no… too risky.

Kate wasn't even sure she was being tracked. Or she was really good at escaping and covering her tracks Or she was too stupid into thinking some grotesque snake was after her.

"I need some sleep", she said to herself out loud. She inherited that habit a few months ago. Talking alone and out loud made things less crazy. For her.

Kate walked up to the third floor, the bedroom was the entire third floor only the bathroom consisted with a translucent glass. The bed was big but the charms was in the detail of it was the height. Almost copying the Japanese bedrooms, the bed was mere inches from the floor and as if it could be given a little more privacy, a delicate net surrounded the bed from the ceiling. Almost all walls from the house were made of glass or wood. Should be a distress for a fugitive like Kate but every environment was somewhat in balance with the forest outside.

Kate set the alarm for 7 o'clock. At 9, she officially would be 21. She was 17 when she met the Gecko brothers. And for four years she was on the road. Kate planned to eat her microwave lasagna, eat a petit gateau as a birthday cake and drink, drink, and drink. She would watch Moulin Rouge, Jane Eyre and Twilight as a joke for the end of the night.

That easy…

She was going wherever the wind takes her.