Marko stared with a baffled look as Paul stood by the mirror, masking a full look of concentration upon his face as he attempted to do his hair with a big fuck off comb, one that would have been just right for Rapunzal, styling mousse, and a thick brush. ''Why do you do that?''

''Don't know.'' Paul shrugged, moving the comb upwards into his hair, creating it to look like he had been dragged through a hedge backwards. ''I think that's the only thing I miss about being human. Well, we can see ourselves in a mirror if we're invited into someones house, but shit, that's only some of the time.''

''You love yourself too much.'' Marko said with an amused grin, before shifting his eyes back to the comic he had been skimming through.

A grin slapped its way onto Paul's face. ''Someone's got to. And, anyway, I'm the fucking bomb.''

''The bomb.'' Marko repeated back with a growing grin. ''But it'll be our little secret that you only bedded so many girls because you used mind control on them.''

This caused a grubby middle finger to be raised, before hands went back to what they were doing. ''You're really an annoying midget.'' He laughed when Marko did. ''Go fuck tinkerbell. Besides, that would be great to try out, but I'm pretty sure that would be rape.''

''They wouldn't care at the time''

''Yeah, well, that shit isn't for me.''

There was a pause for a second. ''So, tell me...''

Paul stopped when Marko trailed off. ''You know, you're kind of being annoying tonight.''

''Makes a change of it not being you.'' The comic was discarded, a second later, Marko standing behind him. ''You meeting that girl?''

''So, what if I am?''

''Mind if I share?''

''You've got more of a chance of being raped in the ear. And it'll be me doing the raping if you think you're getting some.''

All the given response was a soft laughter from Marko, before he slinked his way to the other side of the cave. ''You go and have fun with your virgin. I think I'll go and see that cute red head on the boardwalk. She looks fun to play with, and can't stop shaking those no tits of hers at me whenever I see her around.''

''But you seem to look.'' Paul noted, with a shit eating grin.

''I'll sink my fangs into those thighs of hers for sure.''

''No poking her?.'' A brow was raised.

''I prefer getting my pleasure from other things.''

''You really are a mental case.'' Paul shook his head. ''When was the last time you got laid, or in general, got a hard on?''


To say that Boadicea remembered Elisa Simms would have been a lie. In fact, even when Christine told her that they used to play together when they were kids, it brought back no memories. Not even when she brought up the one topic of how they use to play in the paddling pool together, and paint up their dollies in her makeup brought nothing to mind. Because, as far as Boadicea knew of, she never had any friends when she stayed in Santa Carla. It was walks in the park with her grand parents, not that she remembered them, but pictures were enough, and cooking, walking, and day trips out with Christine. No recollections of having and playing with friends came to mind. But it so happened, as the two sat at the table for a very late night lunch, going on nine, Christine encouraged Boadicea to go out with Elisa, which started a whole round of frowns, confusion, and then finally words, who? Elisa Simms was a year younger than Boadicea, but was completely opposite her in personality, looks, and manners. Unlike being uptight, living by rules, and having an untrusting and defensive side, Elisa was some what of a wild teenager. Most weekends were spent up in San Fransico, with her friends who sucked up to every word and thing she did, or if it was staying in Santa Carla, it was the beach to get drunk and party, and the boardwalk to meet hot toned guys with cash. Her mother, not far off from Christine's age, owned the small chimes and candles store in town, which sold everything from flowers, books, to birth stones, candles, and all things that were, to Boadicea, a load of rubbish when recommended for stress, and to relax. Her father was unknown, some guy she had met during her early years at college, but Christine and Elisa's mother had been somewhat of firm friends since their late teens.

For why Christine had never brought it up before on her visits was a puzzlement, but she was in no interest to bother asking. All she knew was, as Christine pressed on to get her out socialising with girls close to her age, brought nothing but a more of a shrink away than a lean forward.

''I'll be seeing Samantha on Friday.'' The spoon was absently swirrled around the china cup, as Christine's eyes remained on Boadicea's form. ''You must remember her at least?''

Boadicea remained silent, the only movement was her hand going to the spoon as she scooped up some yucky food that wasn't the least bit appealing.

''Elisa remembers you, although the last time you were together was when she was ten, some time ago, but they have all the pictures of you two.'' A little bit of urgency and frustration came into her voice, rare for Christine. ''She seems quite excited to see you again.''

A nod was given, neither un interested, but not interested either. This caused Christine to pause in what she was doing. ''Honestly, girl, you can't be cooped up in here all summer.''

''I'm looking for a job actually.'' A small flicker of relief became present in her eyes to hear Boadicea finally talk.

''Have you found anything yet?''

''No''

It became silent then, neither saying anything, not that Boadicea did in the first place. The chairs were pushed back, the meeting of china coming together as plates were piled on top of each other, and then put on the side ready to be cleaned up. The silence didn't last long.

''Will you be seeing Paul again?''

Boadicea lightly paused, and the reaction instantly came. A red of the cheeks, and a small glitter of the eyes. Hope and a smile lurking. ''I don't know''

''I thought you hated him?''

''I...I...do!'' It was somewhat of a shout, but not convincing to both. Her ears became red then.

''I see.'' Christine turned away, a small smirk flickering, as she then began to slip the plates into the soapy water. ''He'll be by in a few hours''

''Really!'' The excitement wasn't hid well. ''How do you know?''

''Oh, I suppose he will. He always come here on a Wednesday, but then does have the habit to turn up on different times too.'' She went quiet then and Boadicea frowned slightly at her shrug and un interest.

''Do you mind if I'm excused?''

She met her gaze then. ''Something planned?''

''No, I'm just hot in these jeans. I'm think I'm going to get changed into a dress.''

''Oh.'' A quizzical look came. ''Are you planning on seeing someone?''

Boadicea look away for a second. ''Not at all. I'd feel more comfortable that's all''

''No man coming here I don't know about?''

Christine couldn't hide the smile then, and if Boadicea got any more redder, she would have looked like a tomato.

''No'' It was a scurrying out of the kitchen then.


And just as Paul was ready to walk out the cave, Marko called him back. ''You're going out like that?''

Paul glanced at him, eyes then studying himself for a second, before they shifted back to meet his. ''Yeah.'' A frown instantly came when Marko shrugged and turned away. ''What?''

''And you're going to see sweet little miss Virgin?''

Marko continued to play the games, but Paul wasn't in the mood like he would have usually been. The frown turned into somewhat of an impatient and annoyed glare, and unconciously, the small flicker of amber came into his eyes. His feet were twitching to move, but Marko had him completely glued in his tracks. ''What's the fucking problem?''

''Oh, nothing.'' Marko remained sitting by the fountain, fingers trailing through the birds feathers, getting Paul to glare just a little more. ''I wonder what she'll say when she see's your hair''

''What about my fucking hair.''

''How it's mysteriously and magically grown into full length since you last saw her, which was when? No more than a week ago. I'd question it if it were me.''

And slowly, the glare left, and it was a huff, a whole round of curses, and Paul, then, storming towards the one draw full of his crap, where he then got a big pair of brown scissors and proceeded to chop it all off. ''Fucking great.''

''Maybe you shouldn't have bothered with the cutting hair, and then letting her see, just to wonder if she'd prefer it, or if it would impress her. It would have saved you time now.''

''Shut up.'' It was a snarl, and Marko's lips twitched.

''You really are in a sticky mess. Kill her and be done with it.'' Paul's eyes changed then, but he didn't bother to say anything as Marko carried on. ''She obviously has no interest in you, or your pointless charms, and looks, as you so put it. It's a waste of time trying to get a virgins attention when you probably wouldn't get a fuck from her until she was at least thirty anyway. You're pretty much screwed then. Not all girls will fall to your charms, Paul, and clearly this girl is the most example of that.

And in a second, hair now mostly cut, the scissors were thrown full speed towards where Marko sat, only for his hands to come out and catch them. And Paul had now completely transformed into monster, red beady eyes trained on Marko's laughing ones. The big grin was flashed, mocking, playing, and he moved, but he wasn't as quick as Marko was, nor as experienced. Before he knew it, he was on the floor, Marko already a good distance away from him. But he wasn't going to back down from his games, only a growing anger coming when he taunted him with looks and words.

''That lovely flower, isn't your girl though, is she?'' Marko laughed ghostly, before moving around the cave. ''Go back to the blondie's.''

It went on for a few minutes, the games continuing, Paul going into a full rage when he was put on the floor two more times, until his hand came out when Marko brushed past him, just catching the top of his jacket. And he was then held by the jacket by two hands, a snarling Paul close to his face. But it did nothing but get a growing amusement out of him, even when he thrown into the chest that was used for candles and old, dusty, ornaments held on top.

''What a way to treat your brother''

''Piss off, Marko''

''Come on, I was only joking with you. Well, only about the...'' He paused for a second, taking the time to dust himself down. ''Be honest, Paul, you have more of a chance of getting screwed by a duck than her. You're wasting your time on someone who obviously thinks your nothing but a slimebag. Which you are of course.''

And Marko laughed again when Paul charged, but it ceased when he was whacked hard around the head seconds later. ''Do that again and I'll cut out your tongue and shove it so far up your nose, you'll feel it in your brain.''

Though Marko was still playing, unlike a pissed off Paul, the hint of warning was true in his words, but Paul paid them no mind. And the amusement completely vanished when Paul did it again, getting Marko to whack him so hard in the chest he went flying backwards through the air, crash landing straight into the two wooden chairs a top of each other, obliviating them into pieces all over the ground.

''Fucking fairy.'' Fangs were bared, snarls coming, and Paul went for him again.

''That's enough''

David happened to be right on time to stop the fight that would cause the cave to look like it had been bombed. Marko was instantly all grins and shrugs, slinking his way over to the bed, and Paul changed back, grabbbing the scissors, and storming out of the cave, banging straight into Dwayne who stood silently by the entrance, before he took to the sky, in one still foul mood.

''You shouldn't annoy him like that''

''That girl is a waste of time-

''Which is nothing to do with you.'' David looked away from Marko's gaze. ''Let Paul learn his own way''

''Paul's way at the end of it, might not come out good. We all know what happened last time.''

Nothing was said to Marko's last comment.


Kaitlin felt sick, strange, but most of all scared. Everything had rushed by, an endless mad spinning, right up until she had blacked out. He had lead her down alleys, streets, past trees, the odd house now and then, until they were leaving civilisation. She remembered tripping a lot, the darkness growing, until his cold, strong, hand took hers. It was a building then, old, worn down, rotting, and damp, and when it seemed forever of them twisting and turning corners inside, they finally came to a room. The walls were running with water, the only source of light was a trash can burning within, but there was a bed, clean, tidy, and it was warm. The bags were thrown to the floor, and she was pushed lightly down onto the couch that filled up the rest of the empty space. She didn't feel worried being with a stranger, nor was she scared. She felt warm, comforted, and safe, and it was nothing but gratitude and smiles.

And he talked, she talked, for hours so it seemed, until then it was a drink being made up just as she found herelf thirsty. Wine. Not something she was particularly fond of but it was a drink nonetheless.

''To Santa Carla, Kate.''

A smile lit up all around and she took the glass from his hands, pausing for a second as his fingers brushed up her own. ''Santa Carla''

That's when the spinning began, a sweeping of some sort of high, and before she knew it, he was kissing her, hand cupping her face, a meeting of tongue and brutality, and she suddenly wanted him. She felt drunk, and he teased her lightly when he pulled away from her. She laughed like tinkling bells, only for him to kiss her again, making it better than the first. And there came no words as they moved towards the bed, the silk sheets slipping as he pushed her down onto it. It was nothing then. But through the pleasure, she began to feel sick, dizzy, hot, and it was blackness at the end of it all.

Only she felt strange now, excited in an unknown way, fresh, but something was making her on edge. Something felt strange. There was no light in the room that time around but she saw everything with perfect clarity, sending a whole round of panic. Her throat was like a ball of barbed wire was down it, her mouth pooled with saliva, and edgy and weirded out, she brushed her hair away from her face, looking next to her for a second to find him still asleep amongst the sheets, the one view of his body being his pale, but toned, chest. A bite of the lip was given and just as she went to shake him, her hand touched something wet. That's when the widen of the eyes came as she saw all of the blood upon the bed, getting her to swiftly climb out of it, only to quietly shriek when her foot came into contact with something. More blood, everywhere, and her heart began to bang violently into her chest, a growing sickness and fear when she saw the torn and mutilated body upon the floor, unrecognisable to know who the person had been.

Without knowing what she was doing, she started to make her way out of the room, fear pricking every inch of her, heart thundering so loud she could hear it herself, getting her to panick more. Why was there blood? Did he kill someone? Of course he did. Tears came, fright building higher, and just as she went to break run, she was pulled back, earning a shriek until a hand came over her mouth.

''Shhhh.''

His voice was calm, soothing, but she still struggled, only getting him to lock his arm around her throat in a choking way. ''Where are you going?''

He removed his hand from her mouth. ''What's going on?''

''I don't know. What's going on?''

''That...you killed someone''

''You helped''

It was sobs then, trembles, and tears. ''No, I never.''

''Oh, you did.''

He turned her to face him, and it was screams, violent, frightened screams upon seeing his face. ''You can't leave, Kaitlin. You're mine now''

''Oh my god. Someone help me.''

He laughed, a loud laugh. ''Nobody can hear you. There's nowhere to run if you try''