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Chapter 4You Learn From Your Mistakes

January 7, 2003 7:08 PM New Mayhem, New York

"You shouldn't hate Jessica. It's not her fault she had to come home today. You-" Lucifer was trying to reason with an angry little girl, which he knew was futile. She had her mind set and she wasn't in the mood to change it.

"Yes it is! She did it on purpose to piss me off! That...Grrr-thing always comes into Aubrey's life when he has something planned to do with me. So it is her fault." Elizibeth said as she turned up the radio. The song was, obviously, by Good Charlotte.

"Well, you should at least try to get along with her for Aubrey. After all you did say you'd never break a couple apart for your advantage - no matter what." Lucifer tried to speak low as to make sure Elizibeth heard him fully.

Elizibeth glanced at Lucifer who was her head of operations in her 'rescue team', the driver of the getaway car, and her best friend. His powder blue eyes and pale skin accented his long russet hair that was tied in quick ponytail that hugged his neck. Lucifer was wearing his 'Level' hoodie, his gray cargo pants (his favorite pair), and his black and red Comverse Allstar's (one of eight pairs - all in separate colors). Although she knew he had an advantage being a vampire, Elizibeth found him to be the most beautiful man she'd ever met.

"Here we are." Lucifer had already gotten out of the prowler and had opened Elizibeth's door. She unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the splendorous automobile. Lucifer closed the door and turned to look at Elizibeth. She noticed he'd seemed slightly paler than usual and with the hunger growing in his eyes she answered his question before he asked it.

"Go ahead." Elizibeth threw her jacket off and moved her hair revealing the pallid nape of her neck. Without so much as a 'thank you' Lucifer was at Elizibeth's neck and consuming the crimson liquid of life that ran within her.

Several minutes later Lucifer pulled away from Elizibeth's neck. Licking his lips he picked up her jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Lucifer kissed Elizibeth's cheek and hugged her.

"Merci, Madamemoiselle Tamm." Lucifer whispered as he released Elizibeth from his embrace.

"Derrien. Ciao." Elizibeth loved to speak 'Francais' with Lucifer. He made you feel important when he replied - due to French being his native language. He made words into smooth, creamy, milk chocolate that whirled elegantly from his fluent tongue. He reminded Elizibeth so much of her 'brother', Evan.

"Adieu mon amis!" Lucifer waved as he slid into the driver seat of the Jaguar. He sped off into the night as Elizibeth waved while she walked backwards to the house up ahead.

The door of the old Victorian was locked, as it should have been, but opened as Elizibeth came up the path to her 'hide out'. Standing in the door way was a young man about seventeen. He greeted Elizibeth with a hug and took her overnight bag for her.

"Hey, y'all set on briefin'?" The young man asked his usual question as he walked up the stairs to put down the bag.

"Yup, I already let Lucifer have it for trying to reason with me. So where's Landon?" Elizibeth looked quizzically at the young man. His name was Kay Carrigon and he was her best friend in the world second only to Lucifer. He was also the lookout and head of base operations in her 'rescue team'.

Kay had a very sad look to him, a sadness one can only find in the eyes of an animal in captivity. Although he was Hispanic, his colorless skin made his black hair look unnatural. His bangs hung in his eyes and were often died a different color everyday. Kay's skin wasn't the only unnatural part of him, his emerald eyes seemed to drive all but his parents and other "weirdlings" away (A/N: Weirdlings - Kay's word for those who don't 'go with the flow').

Kay tripped down a stair and cleared his throat before replying, "Um, I - he...He's uh, at, the, um..." He stopped and shifted nervously before staring blankly downward.

"The twenty-eight day program."

"WHAT?!" Elizibeth screeched and threw her December 'Wired' issue to the floor.

"I-I told him-" Kay began to sweat and look around the room for something to draw Elizibeth away from the conversation. Yet he found nothing.

"When did he go in and why didn't you tell me?!" Elizibeth was becoming fed up with Landon's constant little vacations to the land of dried up drug addicts.

"He went in four days ago, b-but he asked me not to tell you 'cause..."

"'Cause what?!" Elizibeth was in the process of raising her hand to slap Kay when she noticed him shaking. She didn't stop her hand, but didn't slap him either. Kay flinched as Elizibeth raised her hand and caressed his face. Trying to stop his violent spasms, Kay fell into her arms and cried.

"'S'alright, Kay, Landon'll be okay. You'll be okay...Now I want you to relax and sit down for a few. You'll stop shaking soon." Elizibeth helped Kay over to the plush couch where he sunk into the cushions. Elizibeth brushed his currently red bangs out of his blood shot eyes and stared into them.

"Don't cry anymore. It makes them green eyes of yer's standout more!" Elizibeth tried to cheer Kay up. To her surprise he laughed a little and then hugged her.

"Thanks, Beth. I'll, uh, be upstairs for a few. Okay?" Kay stood and walked towards the stairs. Elizibeth stared after him trying to shake the memories of the Kay she used to know.

It was only six months before that Kay Carrigon was a self-pitying, crystal meth addict. Elizibeth had known Kay for about three years and he'd been doing crystal meth before she met him. It was when she was with Lucifer at a party that she met Kay. He was quite high and needed someone to talk to. The moment Lucifer left, Kay decided to introduce himself. Yet, due to his state and his choice of words, Elizibeth slapped him across the face. When Lucifer returned Elizibeth insisted they leave.

A few days later Elizibeth got a call from Kay. He'd explained his situation and apologized for being an idiot. Elizibeth said she understood and asked to meet him for lunch that day. From then on they were good friends and Kay often relied on Elizibeth for emotional support. Yet Kay still screwed up from time to time and scared Elizibeth more than once.

After he'd partied hard he'd call up Elizibeth and ask to come over. Elizibeth usually knew that he was sedated and let him come over, if Aubrey wasn't there. When he got to Elizibeth's house Kay would tell her things she didn't want to hear. Most of the topics were how he should commit suicide or how he'd 'take care' of people he wasn't partial to. The first time Elizibeth ever told Kay he couldn't come over was the last time she ever did, because as they say "You learn from your mistakes".

Kay had been partying for nearly a week straight when he called up Elizibeth and asked her if he could stop by. Aubrey had been home and was really ticked off at her so Elizibeth told him he couldn't. The next things Elizibeth heard was the phone on the other line dropped, Kay whispering, "She hates me...She hates me...I don't need to live..." and a dial tone. She decided to go see if Kay was all right.

When Elizibeth got to Kay he was in his bathroom holding his wrists under running water in the sink. The water in the sink was bright red. Kay had slit his wrists open. Elizibeth gasped and caused Kay to look up at her. He had been crying and Elizibeth noticed that his face was bleeding as well. Kay's left cheek had "She hated me. And I died to make her happy." carved into it. He'd apparently used a pen to carve the message into his cheek, for there on the ashen marble lay a blood spattered ballpoint.

Several other things occurred that night, but Elizibeth tried to block those memories off. When she finally locked her bad times up, Elizibeth found herself staring at the very same door she'd seen shut in her face that night six months ago. She shuddered and tried to clear her head.

Elizibeth had been so enclosed with her thoughts that she hadn't noticed a tall young man slip into the house. The young man grabbed Elizibeth around the waist and kissed her cheek. She screamed and thwaped him numerous times with a nearby notebook.

"OOWW! HEY! Chill out, Beth, it's me!" The young man let go of Elizibeth and held his head, "My head... Man, did ya have to hit so hard?!"

By this time Kay had come downstairs with a baseball bat in hand, "Beth? You okay-Landon?! What are you doing here, man?"

"Well, lemme give ya the summarized version. I got bored. I broke out. The end." Landon gave his 'summarization' while hopping over the couch and sitting down.

Elizibeth glared at Landon, hoping he'd feel her eye's on his back. Kay did likewise.

"So you're saying you just left rehab because you got bored? You're a poor excuse for a person trying to clean up their act," Elizibeth snapped while picking up her 'Wired' magazine and placing it on the coffee table.

"That's not the only reason! Kay had just gotten off the phone with you when I called. So he told me ya called and it's my job to keep you from getting hurt. Therefore I came not only to have a little more fun, but to fulfill my duties as yer protection," Landon stood to give his first long-winded explanation of the night.

"Right...Well, I have to go fulfill my job as lookout, so I'll be upstairs. If you guys need me yell really loud." Kay turned toward the stairs and headed back up to his 'post' on the second floor.

"Wanna see what's on TV?" Landon sat back down on the couch and began flipping through channels. As Elizibeth stared at Landon an amusement flared in her eye's.

'So this is how he's gonna play? I can match that.' Elizibeth thwapped Landon over the head with an AP's (Alternative Press) August issue and began watching TV.

"That was for nothing. Now do something."

Landon decided to retaliate. He picked up a puffy roll pillow and whipped it at Elizibeth's head.

"Okay. How was that?"

'And so it begins.' Elizibeth thought as she jumped over the couch with the two hardest pillows from it. She had started a war. Of pillows.

After Landon called an armistice, Elizibeth crashed onto the cream colored couch. She was tired and could see her opponent was as well. He crawled over to the nearest ottoman and laid back.

"Just lettin' ya know, this truce is only good until ten o'clock A.M. tomorrow. So don't get yer hopes up about sleepin' 'tll Lucifer gets here," Landon whispered lazily as his eyes closed slowly.

Elizibeth looked over to the sleeping boy, 'Don't worry. I'm sure I'll be up before you...'

So how'd y'all like it?! I'm trying not to write short chapters, but I have way too many ideas for the upcoming chapters! ;-; Oh, well...I promise to finish this next chapter sooner than this one. (in other words, get ready for two weeks of waiting...I get major writers block...more often than not...) Please review! Thanks muchly!

--Fangirlitis