Everything here other than my dear Lilith, other original characters, and my story lines belong to the Wonderful Kurt Stutter and FX.
AUTHORS NOTE:
This is based after season 3 (big surprise (^-^) ), Lilith has just spent two years in LA, and the god ,she doesn't believe in, knows where else. The following events, take place after a terrible incident (one of the most terrible things that could have ever happened to her).
BLACK WINGS AND BEAUTIFUL INK.
The continuation Of I NickNamed Her Red.
THE RUNAWAY
She looked ahead at the endless mass of tarmac that stretched in front of her, he blue hair blowing in the hurricane like wind. The smell of burning gasoline hitting her nose every time she turned the throttle, she only had half an hour to go until she reached her destination, and she still wasn't tired. She guessed it was the sheer happiness of returning to the place, she once called home, that was keeping her going. The engine of her Harley was roaring in her ears, as she made her way down the California highway at a speed.
She remembered the short, almost too short, conversation she had had with her Aunt Gemma, a little over a week ago.
_ "Yeah" her impatient aunt said, as she answered the phone.
_ "Hi Gemma, it's me. I know I promised I would call-"
_"Finally, you've had me waiting by the phone for a fortnight"
_"I know, I'm…sorry"
_"No need kid"
_"So how's everything up there?"
_"Good, it's all good, boring almost. You got any news for me?"
_"Umm, yeah. I'm coming back"
Gemma paused ,"Really?" she asked her voice a bit too high.
_"Yep, I'm riding down next week"
_"Good. Cause, we've been missing you, ya little red head"
She let out a nervous laugh.
_"Look Hun, I got to run, talk to you later ok?"
_"Yeah"
Then the line went dead.
Lilith took in the sweet smell of the scorching dessert, and the memories just started flooding back to her. Every single tiny detail, every kiss, smell, bike ride and piece of apple pie. She thought about him, about Steve, She couldn't stand the thought, so she concentrated on the music sizzling through her ears. She turned the throttle even more, and now she was practically flying. She imagined two giant wings helping her soar through the sky, the thought calmed her down. 130 mph, 135…and counting, she flew pass a couple of trucks, loaded with God knows what.
15 minutes later…
She carefully pulled into her aunt Gamma's driveway, turned her I-POD off, and dismounted off her bike. She took her helmet off as Gemma stared at her through the kitchen window, gob smacked. She waited for Gemma to open the door, and then she walked over and stood on the doormat. Gemma strung her arms around her young niece's neck.
_''You little bitch, didn't even bother to visit''
_''I'm sorry, I really am. I've been...busy''
_''Busy? Well...Is that a Harley?'
Lilith nodded;
_''You did good kid'' Gemma smiled, and led her niece into the kitchen.
_''Where's all your stuff?''
_''There's a moving van a couple of hours behind me''
Gemma nodded, as she poured two cups of coffee from the coffee machine, she then sat on the left side of the counter. After some unneeded small-talk, Gemma went into the living room and came back with a piece of paper.
_''I found this recipe for marinated ribs, thought we could cook it tonight'' she handed Lilith the piece of paper.
_''Seems nice''
_''Yeah, I know doll. We'll need some groceries, so if you don't mind-''
_''Course I don't Gem''
Gemma liked shopping, but it was usually shopping for herself. She stared frustrated, at the dozens of brands of tomato purée stacked up in-front of her. Lilith inter-veined and picked up a can, she put it in the basket and followed Gemma through the store. Gemma was making small-talk, again. Apparently, she wasn't very impressed with the new prospect, he was young, 19 years-old. He was still a kid in her eyes, exactly like Lilith.
_''When did you think of blue?'' Gemma asked as she nodded towards Lilith's hair.
_''Umm...not sure, exactly. Guess it was a snap decision, you know, like buying a hat.''
_''Buying a hat?''
Lilith nodded.
_''It looks good''
_''Thanks, I didn't think you would notice''
Gemma laughed
_''You don't have to explain yourself to me, doll. I ain't your nun of a mother''
Lilith relaxed _''thanks''
Gemma smiled _''The guys, heard a couple of your songs on the radio''
_''Oh, well did they like em?''
Gemma hovered _''They were all so different, like Steve didn't write them all''
_''He didn't, it was more like fifty-fifty''
_''You wrote songs''
_''Yeah, I kinda got into it when. Steve stopped''
_''Steve stopped? I thought he was making a killing off a it''
_''He was''
It was six-pm by the time they got home, Gemma fixed the marinade while Lilith prepped the ribs. The TV was blaring and there was nobody watching it, so Lilith decided to turn it off. As she reached for the controller, she noticed a folded piece of yellow paper, by the phone. She took it into her hands and recognized the last three digits written on the top. ''365'' she mumbled in realization, it was her ''parents'' home number. Written inside the piece of paper was a small note ''Tell Lilith''. ''Hell no!'' Lilith thought, then walked into the kitchen, paper in hand.
_''Tell Lilith what?'' she asked as she held up the piece of paper, for Gemma to see.
_''Oh honey, I was going to-''
_''Going to what?
_''They asked me to tell you, ages ago. They called on your birthday; they wanted to talk to you about-''
_''About what Gem? Stop stalling and just tell me''
Gemma sat down, and put her head in her hands. She looked up at her impatient niece, took in a deep breath, and then sighed. _''Your Dad was a fucking Nord!''
Lilith didn't react, she just stood there, trying to find an appropriate response. She couldn't. So, she did the one thing that, she could call her natural response to disasters.
She ran.
She ran out of the front door, and up to her bike. She hastily put her helmet on, then turned the ignition, before long she was speeding through the small streets of Charming.
She was going to the clubhouse, to find Clay, and Jax, and Tig. She wanted to make them say, that it was a lie; she wanted them to say that she wasn't the daughter of a twisted psychopath that hated anything that wasn't a pale shade of white. She always thought, her father was a person worthy of her mother's love, worthy of her mother. Now all her visions were shattered and she was practically lost. No, not practically, she was actually lost.
When she got to Teller-Morrow, she noticed it was closed; the steel blinds pulled right down and locked. She walked up to the Clubhouse and tried to open the door, it was locked. "Where else could they be" she thought, then she brought to her mind a place where she used to visit Jax when she was little. She couldn't think of anywhere else to go, so she jumped on her bike and headed into the direction of the CHARMING sign. Once she reached it, she turned left on to a dirt track and followed it up to an old warehouse. She remembered the place, its dark coloured walls now faded by the intense California sun, and the amazing amount of wooden crates it contained. She knew exactly what was in the crates; she just chose not to dwell on it.
She stopped outside the side door, and dismounted. The door was open and she could hear voices from inside, as she zigzagged her way through the maze of boxes. She stepped in front of a rather large crate and found herself in the presence of the people she had heard talking. They weren't the men she wanted to console her, and tell her that everything was ok, they weren't wearing the Reaper on their backs, they weren't the people she was looking for.
_"Ahh…" Lilith said, as she took in large group of Latino men standing in front of her.
_"Who are you, and what are you doing here" the man standing in the middle of the group said, in his thick Mexican accent, his voice turned slightly gravely from under his thick black mustache.
_"I'm Lilith Madock, and I think I should be asking you the same question"
_"You belong to Samcrow?" he raised his eyebrows.
_"I belong to nobody"
_"What the fuck are you doing here then, shouldn't you be at home mourning or something?"
_"Mourning?" Now she was confused.
_"What are you doing here? If you don't belong to Samcrow?" He was impatient, and grabbed her by the arm.
_"Hands off! You didn't think Samcrow would send me out here, without protection did you?" She was bluffing, and she didn't know if it was doing her any good.
_"You said you didn't belong to Samcrow-"
_"I don't…What did you mean by morning?
_"Why?"
_"I've been out of time for a while, haven't heard much news"
_"OK then señorita, but you have to forget to tell the Son's, about our little back and forth"
_"Okay, just tell me"
_"And then will you go?"
She nodded in response, "What the hell! Have I got myself into now" she thought to herself.
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