A/N: The untitled song Rayven sings is my own creation, so nobody steal it please (if it's worth stealing, I'm more of a scribbler than a real lyricist). The Latin song she sings, though, belongs to Jim Steinman of 'Meatloaf'. Translation to come in the next chapter.
Out of the Dark
Rayven woke with an odd craving on her tongue. She licked her lips, wondering what it was she wanted, and wanted badly. Shrugging to no one in particular, she got up, stretched, and found her bag lying on the floor nearby. David must have brought it for her from her bike. She fished around inside for a moment before retrieving a letter she hadn't had the chance to open. With one fingernail she slit the top open, pulled out the letter, and began to read.
Star stirred and woke up with a yawn. She smiled at Rayven, who smiled back and continued to read. "Who's that from?" Star asked.
"My penpal, Breeze," answered Rayven. "She lives in England. Here, she sent me a picture from her birthday." Rayven held out the photo and Star took it curiously. It showed a girl of about 18 with very pale skin, black hair with streaks of electric blue, and sapphirine eyes, wearing a black velvet mini dress by Gothic Lolita with lace up front and jagged hem details.
"Cool," commented Star, handing the photo back. Rayven nodded.
"Apparently this guy Max finally got up the nerve to ask her out," she said. "It's about damn time, too. He's been crushing on her for weeks." Rayven folded up the letter and picture and slid them neatly back into the envelope. She put this back in her bag and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. She put the end of the pen thoughtfully between her lips, folding her legs Indian-style and staring hard at the paper. Grinning suddenly, she started scribbling as she sang softly to herself:
"So
you think you got the best of me,
Well,
honey, think again!
Come
back to reality
I'll
make you pay, amen!
You
tried to tame me, run me down
You
thought I'd break and kneel
Well
now I've got you lying facedown
I'll
bring you to heel!
Try
to forget, but I'll never let you
You'll
never outrun what you've done
My face will haunt you in your darkest nightmares
Sweet
vengeance has only begun!
The
grave you dug me wasn't deep enough
Now
I'm back to make your life hell!
You
never knew what it means to be tough
Now
fall under my black vengeance spell!
I
curse you forever, all that now awaits you
Is
naught but nightmares and despair
You'll
only know how everyone hates you
When
you think you're alone, I'll be there!
Try
to forget, but I'll never let you
You'll
never outrun what you've done
My
ghost will follow you wherever you go
This
battle is already won!
Say
you're sorry, beg forgiveness,
Remorse
comes far too late!
Curse
your soul into black Hell
And
I'll be there to lock the gate!
Try
to forget, but I'll never let you
I'm
the cold finger tracing your spine
You'll
never outrun what you did to me
Every
face you see will be mine!
Every
face you see will be mine!
Every
face you see will be mine!"
Rayven smiled with satisfaction. "I've been so uninspired lately; I can't believe I finally finished that song!"
Star took a look. "I like it," she said. "It's very passionate."
"Thanks," said Rayven with a pleased smile. "Talking about why I left Philly, I thought about what might have happened if I hadn't grabbed the letter opener. I've always been fascinated with the supernatural and I've had more than one ghostly encounter, so I thought about what I'd do if I had died and became a ghost." Star only nodded thoughtfully. Rayven got up and stretched out again. "I'm going to find out what David did with my bike. I want to see about fixing that brake." Star nodded again and Rayven went topside, singing softly to herself:
"Carpe Noctem,
lamia!
Decet
diem exsecrari
Sanguim
suga, belua!
Debet
pravum exsequari
Inquiem
perpetuum dona nobis, Satanas
Bestia
diaboli, dona nobis damnationem!"
Rayven found her bike chained to the gate that was meant to block off the cave entrance. Sitting cross-legged on the rocks, she started fiddling with the wires that connected the brakes to the handles. A commotion above at the top of the cliff distracted her and, curious, she climbed up to see what was what. She saw David and the other boys fighting with a bunch of junky skinheads. She frowned, wondering what was going on…until she saw the boys' faces. Their eyes were red and yellow, their faces contorted almost beyond recognition, and their teeth elongated into knifelike fangs. These they used to tear the skinheads apart, blood spraying everywhere as the boys laughed. Rayven stared in horror.
"My god," she whispered. "They're vampires!"
