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At night the ocean looked like an endless black abyss. The pitch darkness went on forever with no end in sight. The bright lights from the boardwalk were the only illumination on the warm moonless night. The soft hum of the lights mixed in with the chatter of the people and carnival music making a lulling white noise, only broken through by the occasional scream from a roller coaster passenger.
Delilah Morgan stared into the empty black sea feeling a sort of kindred empathy. The dark emptiness looked like how she felt inside. She should be happy and ecstatic. It was her birthday after all. But all she felt was a void that all the happy birthdays', well wishes, and presents couldn't fill; probably because everyone remembered but her parents. This was not the fun shenanigans or teen drama of the movie Sixteen Candles. Delilah didn't have any brothers or sisters, so no sibling wedding could be blamed for their forgetfulness. It was a cold hard truth that her parents didn't care enough to remember. Her father was a corporate lawyer the next town over, Buena Flores, and her mother a housewife. They lived in a perfect little town, the perfect little community, and had the perfect little life to the outside world. They didn't see the pills and booze her mother drank to stave off the boredom of being a suburban housewife with no small child to keep her company. They didn't see the father who worked long hours and ignored his wife's growing dependence on narcotics or his growing daughter; apparently after hitting puberty, children stop being cute and useful to get ahead in the corporate world. Her father no longer invited her to his work to see how all the lawyers fight and yell, then get paid for doing it. The only time her father ever really talked to her was to make sure she was dressed appropriately for whatever function his office was having and he needed the façade of a caring loving family to attend. Something had grown cold and distant in her father that caused him to care more about his job than the welfare of his family.
Delilah supposed she ought to grateful in the long run. She had a really nice house, all the clothes she could ever want, and her parents let her do whatever she wanted. More because her father wasn't around and her mother was usually too incoherent to realize what she was up to. But it was hard to be grateful when what you truly wanted, needed, was to know she was safe and secure in her own house; that her parents loved her no matter what. She wasn't so sure if she was even wanted or was worth more or less as the designer furniture that stood impeccably in their house.
So on her 17th birthday she was in the murder capital of the world instead of with her family. She doubted she would be missed. Her father probably wouldn't come home till the middle of the night if at all as sometimes he would take to sleeping at the office. Her mother was probably already passed out from the booze and Xanax. Supposedly her mother suffered from anxiety.
"Yeah right." Delilah softly scoffed. "Anxious about being lucid."
Lately she had been testing her parents. Coming home later and later; being more careless to hide the stench of booze and weed on her clothes. Still, the more obvious she made her illicit activities the more her parents didn't notice. She thought she'd be ecstatic at the revelation. She was practically getting away with murder and they said nothing; they did nothing to punish her. It was a teenager's wet dream…so she thought. The thrill and enjoyment of having no rules wore off quickly in the face of indifference. She didn't know the name of the feelings she had whenever she got away with doing something she knew others would get in trouble for. She was happy but…wasn't. It was just another thing that made the emptiness inside her grow.
"East End boys and West End girls!" a loud cheerful voice sung out of tune behind her, knocking her out of her melancholy reverie and a sudden embrace from behind startled her.
Delilah turned to see her best friend, Valerie, decked out in an awesome newly studded denim jacket. Her strawberry blond hair ratted out and teased high; as was the style of the day. Her jeans torn at the knees and cut off fingerless gloves completed her outfit. She looked like she belonged on MTV in a Whitesnake video.
Delilah was always a bit jealous of the super stylish Val. She was never allowed to do up her hair so it remained pin straight as per her school code. She was also never allowed to buy any fashionable clothes that "looked like a homeless vagrant whore wore them beforehand" as her father eloquently put it. He didn't understand teenage fashion and unfortunately her clothes were one part of her life her father interjected on. He couldn't have his "little girl" dress in anything but the preppy beige skirts and crisp polos in their ultra conservative neighborhood. The aforementioned outfit was what she was wearing at the moment, and she suddenly felt insecure about her plain boring dress compared to her very fashionable friend.
She couldn't be sad long because Val was always a good time. Her friend didn't disappoint when Val produced a joint and a fifth of scotch. Delilah took both with glee and hit the joint first. She took a nice long drag and let it sit in her lungs for a few seconds. She already felt the heady buzz that came with really good weed. Val wasn't nearly as well off as Delilah's family but she somehow managed to get the best stuff. Before she exhaled she took a swig of the scotch. The stuff tasted awful and it burned all the way down her throat but thanks to not breathing in, the weed took care of most of the sharp woody taste. After her shot she slowly let out the smoke and relaxed in her drug induced haze. Val looked on with admiration at her friend's ability to smoke and drink at the same time. It was a small useless talent but Delilah reveled in her friend's esteem. While she couldn't dress as cool as Val, at least Delilah drank and toked like a champ.
Delilah courteously handed back the scotch but kept the joint. She wasn't much of a drinker since she thought alcohol tasted like death but weed was her drug of choice. She loved the smell and taste of cannabis, everything about it seemed to delight her senses. It dulled everything from the noise of the carnival to the pain of her family's apathy. The good feeling felt like it could last forever and she hoped the rest of the summer would last as long. Summer was freedom. She didn't have to be at school hearing teachers' talk on and on about things they've never seen or experienced but felt it was of the utmost of importance to simply know about. She didn't have to be at home watching her mother waste away, drowning in alcohol and prescription pills at night. She could hang with Val all day and night; never really have to think of home unless she felt she outstayed her welcome at Val's place. This usually ended up being three days, a week at most. Even the best of friends needed their space and Delilah was usually happy to be back in her own room even if it meant an empty house or her mother going on and on about how she could have been an actress or a singer. Delilah hated when her mother would go on those diatribes. They always left her feeling unwanted and a burden. She hated feeling like her parent's lives would have been so much better if she hadn't been born. It created that empty dark feeling that left her angry and wanting to lash out. She could never bring herself to yell at her mother though. To tell her it wasn't true, that she wasn't the reason her mother never became more than a housewife. But the prickling doubt that clung to her like wet cellophane, wrapping around her, suffocating till it was all that she knew, always reared its ugly head. Telling her it was her fault. If she wasn't around then her mother could have done whatever she wanted instead of looking after her; that her mother and father would be a lot happier if they didn't have to deal with her or pay for all the things Delilah needed. The guilt of knowing how much she cost her parents always kept her silent and in line.
She decided to look on the bright side of things. She was young, pretty, had a joint and some booze. Life was good at that very moment and she was going to soak it all in. She might have to come crashing back down to reality but she wasn't going to go willingly.
School started that Monday so she was going to enjoy the last bit of summer as much as she could. It was going to be a hell of a weekend and she wouldn't be surprised if she showed up to the first day of school slightly hung-over. Good thing for Delilah, sunglasses were in style and teachers normally looked over the accessory; especially when she told them they were prescription. It wasn't true but she was Delilah Morgan: Straight A, if not a little hellacious, student with the lawyer for a father. It was a combination that made the faculty more or less leave her alone. Most of the faculty at least.
She decided that she was done being stingy with the weed and passed it back to Val. Her friend happily took the joint and inhaled a nice long drag. Both girls were giggling at nothing in particular and couldn't stop. Delilah reached into her small Culture Club wrist clutch to give Val money for the drugs and liquor.
Val saw what her friend was doing and lightly tapped her friend's wrist in a dismissive manner.
"Don't worry about it Senorita. It's your birthday!"
They both dissolved into giggles again and got strange looks from the passing boardwalk patrons. Delilah instinctively looked a little ashamed she was causing such a scene but Val quickly gave them the finger basically telling them to "Fuck off; we're having a great time. Deal with it."
Delilah laughed heartily at her bold friend; she hoped one day she'd be as confident.
"So, Chica. How did Senior Orientation go?"
"It was bullshit, like I'm sure the rest of the year will be. I pass everything with A's but they're giving me shit about all the times I skipped. They're actually trying to make me go to fuckin' after school classes just because I 'Don't have the required amount of school days according to state mandates' or some shit like that. I mean it was last fuckin' year. Give me a break. I think the principal has it out for me. I don't see why it fucking matters if I pass all the tests and put in all the homework. I don't fucking need to sit in a boring ass class listening to boring ass teachers lecture right out of the book. I can fuckin' read and pass the classes. Sometimes I wish I could just take one of Mr. Haim's stupid pens from his stupid pocket protector and just stab him right in his stupid fat neck."
Delilah said the last part with a dark expression that Val had never seen on her friend and with such conviction she was sure Delilah would go through with it if she were so inclined. The heady buzz didn't let her worry about her friend; it made Delilah seem funny and not threatening at all. And really, how threatening could a five foot two girl in a pink polo be?
"Damn, girl. Got some dark thoughts huh?"
Delilah snapped out of her macabre fantasy of seeing her high school principal bleed out at her feet and back to the Santa Carla boardwalk. She smiled a megawatt smile and acted as if she didn't threaten bodily harm to someone.
Delilah gave a small laugh and a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You know how school and teachers are. We'd all kill them if given half a chance."
Val nodded her agreement as she has also felt like she could kill her teachers. Not seriously of course but it was a fantasy that all school kids shared from time to time; especially in the hell hole known as Santa Carla High. Val could only imagine how stifling a rich private magnet school would be like the one Delilah attended.
"Yeah, fuck 'em. School is days away; we're two young and gorgeous females out on the board walk. Let's have some fun!"
Delilah laughed at her friend's antics. They were very much alike, more than anyone would know. They didn't look anything alike but they were kindred spirits; born to parents who didn't care for them. Delilah might have wealth but it was her parent's wealth, or more accurately, her father's wealth. He never failed to mention all the hard work he put in and all he'd sacrificed to get them the nice things they enjoyed. Val's parents were both raging mean drunks who cared more about their own silly little lives than the needs of their daughter. Neither set of parents cared enough to set any ground rules or care whether they came or went. So they were always left out and about, more or less fending for themselves.
It was ok though. They had each other and they were their own family. Whatever they still needed was filled with booze and weed.
All the light and color danced before Delilah's eyes and she felt like a child again, where everything was perfect. Her mother and father cared for her and took her places. They held her hand as they walked the boardwalk, eating cotton candy and holding her hand. They had all loved each other and she wondered where it went.
But now the boardwalk was a dark and sinister place. Even in her high, Delilah could feel the vibe coming off the tourist attraction; she couldn't place her finger on it but she might even call the place evil. She wasn't sure why but she could feel it in her bones. Santa Carla was the murder capitol of the world but one wouldn't know by just looking at it. It was an ocean tourist town just like Ocean City, Maryland or Sea Side Heights, New Jersey. The pier was filled with people laughing, screaming, all having a good time. The evil could not be seen, only felt. At least only Delilah could feel it.
The friends made their way through the boardwalk, enjoying its many offerings. The weed gave them the munchies so they feasted on cotton candy and hot dogs. They made silly faces in the photo booth to commemorate the joyous occasion.
Eventually they made their way to the center of the boardwalk; to one of the oldest and still working attractions.
Delilah enjoyed the bright colorful carousel, the world finally spinning in time with hers. Everything swirled and twirled to cheerful music. Everyone was having a great time and everything seemed perfect. The two friends didn't seem out of place or obnoxious laughing as they did. The other riders couldn't tell the difference between two girls who were high off weed or high off the enjoyment of the ride.
The carefree feeling ended suddenly.
The hairs on Delilah's neck stood at attention and it shook her out of her high. It was a sudden sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and just underneath her skin that told her something wasn't right. She had no idea what it meant but she knew it wasn't good. She looked around the carousel and nothing seemed out of order.
But then they came into her line of vision. She would never forget the first time she ever saw them: Four males; all different but one tight knit group. There was an obvious camaraderie about them and Delilah could tell they were close, each very special and gorgeous in their own way.
There was the shortest one in the group; she noticed him first with his generously patched jacket with a high collar. He had amazing high cheek bones and piercing eyes. His curly blonde hair gave an initial impression of a cherub but his eyes said something completely different. They offered danger and excitement. He was innocence and sin wrapped in a deliciously taut package.
Then there was one with the long blonde hair. He seemed to be the really wild one of the group. His smile was as feral as his hair and he looked like all he wanted was a good time. A gold earring twinkled under the light as it moved with him under the brilliant carousel lights. With his tight white pants, he reminded her of David Coverdale and he could probably get girls just as easily as the Whitesnake front man. He was bouncing in place; it seemed as if he couldn't keep still. Almost like an energetic puppy. There was darkness in that smile though. A charming wolf in sheep's clothing. No matter how carefree and fun he looked, Delilah could sense something sinister within him.
Then there was the one with short blonde spiky hair. He had an obvious predatory look about him; searching around the ride with focus and determination. He had a smile on his face as well but it was a misleading smile, like he was a happy wolf who found plenty of prey. His heavy leather trench coat seemed out of place on the warm California night. Even next to the ocean, it was still fairly warm. Way too warm for such attire. It added an air of mystery to the man and put Delilah on edge. More so than all the others, he was the most dangerous one of them all.
The one that stood out the most was the one with long pitch black straight hair. He was tan and the most gorgeous man Delilah had ever seen in her life. He exuded confidence as all he wore were loose fitting jeans, a jacket, and a chorded necklace intertwined with what Delilah could only make out was fangs; his muscled chest shown chiseled under the bright lights. Her eyes followed down his torso to his treasure trail. The little wisps of dark hair around his naval that led down to secrets unknown to Delilah but she was aching to find out. He knew he had a great body and wasn't afraid to show it off. Delilah's breath hitched as she made eye contact with the dark haired one. She knew she was staring but couldn't look away. She's never seen anyone look the way he did. She couldn't help the exciting beat of her heart or the heat that pooled in her stomach and between her thighs. Her hands itched to run through his glorious dark mane and see if was as soft as it looked. She couldn't move. She no longer noticed the ride and her buzz was long gone. All she could do was gaze into his dark eyes and yearn for something she didn't have a name for. All her senses told her to run but her body wouldn't listen and she didn't want to. She wanted to do the opposite and go to him, damn the consequences.
He didn't smile. He looked the most serious out of the group but just as dangerous. While each one was different, their eyes were all the same; hungry and ready to pounce.
It was a crazy thought, she knew. People didn't eat people. It was unthinkable but she couldn't shake the feeling the men were dodgy. The short blonde angel looked to be nineteen at the most with the others looking to be in their early twenties.
The one with short blonde spiky hair went to his friend and whispered something into the dark haired one's ears. The blonde was smiling as if he was sharing some secret joke while the dark haired one's eyes remained on her. He was no longer looking into her eyes but roamed up and down her body. His eyes burned over her skin as he took in the rest of her. She felt like she was being sized up but a part of her wanted him to like what he saw. She wasn't dressed as fashionably as Val nor was she as well endowed in certain areas. But for some inexplicable reason she wanted him to want her; to want her as much as she wanted him at the moment.
The black haired one responded to his friend and Delilah couldn't tell what the response was but it made the group make their way to her and Val.
Conflicting emotions raged in Delilah as her lusts and body told her to stay put. An unbelievably hot older male was coming her way after eying her. Part of her was very flattered from the attention but her gut told her something different. It told her to run. Run fast and run far. There was this unexplainable danger to these males even though they looked mostly harmless. They had badass clothes but they were really just dressed like any other male who wanted to look tough. They were dressed in what was fashionable. Val was wearing similar feminine clothing and Delilah would be dressed the same if she was allowed.
But they were dangerous, that much she was sure about. Before they got a chance to get to her and before Val made protest of running away from the "Hawtest dudes she's ever seen" Delilah grabber her best friend and hurried off the carousel.
They got weird looks from the other riders and yelled at by the carnie operating the ride. Something about how it was dangerous to hop off a moving ride but Delilah had to get them out of there.
When Delilah felt they were far enough away she finally stopped. They were at basically the end of the boardwalk. As they stopped Val was finally able to jerk her arm away from Delilah and she looked at her friend like she was crazy.
"What is your problem, D? Those guys were fucking hawt and the blonde one was totally eye fucking me."
"Sorry I just needed some air…which one? There were three."
"All of them. They totally wanted to fuck me."
Delilah rolled her eyes at her conceited friend but had to give it to her. Val was looking good tonight and she wasn't a prude so they very well may have been looking at her. They also all might want to fuck her.
A competitive little voice inside her told her that "The dark haired one didn't want her, he wanted you." And as insane and petty as it was, Delilah couldn't help the feeling of pride that at least someone noticed her over Val.
Val was still too drunk and stoned to really argue or ask about Delilah's issues with the group of hot males. Delilah was grateful as she had no idea how to explain to Val what she was feeling.
"Oh it's nothing. The guys just seemed inexplicably dangerous and I got the hell out of there. Especially the black haired one I wanted to fuck as well but my sense of self preservation kicked into overdrive and I high tailed it out of there. And here we are."
It sounded crazy even in her head. She didn't want to think of how asinine it'd sound if she said it out loud.
Val was never a dull moment so they were off in another direction, looking for adventure.
The adventure led them to a couple of guys around their age, or maybe a little older. Neither of them was sober so it was hard to get any information out of them.
Delilah was never great at talking with guys so she left most of the conversation up to Val who flirted up a storm. The two guys weren't nearly as attractive as the group they saw on the ride but they had more weed and booze; so they were winners in Val's book.
Delilah shyly took the offered liquor and weed but she didn't have a good feeling about these guys either. They were well muscled and very not afraid to get into her space. They each somewhat paired off and she was getting that feeling again, where she knew something bad was going to happen. It wasn't nearly as strong as when they were on the carousel so she let it slide. There was no way Val would let her live it down if she ran away from guys twice in one night. Delilah decided to push down her troubled feelings and try to enjoy the rest of the night.
"I'm probably being dumb anyway. What's the worst that could happen?"