Soundtrack: Don't Run Our Hearts Around - Black Mountain

Sorry about the long wait. Finals have arrived and I've got runners knee, so I'm really upset and sort of forgot about the story. Anyways, thanks for the reviews and sorry if I offended anyone by exposing my dislike for Quinn.

THE TOUCH OF THE DARKNESS

It had been 78 days since the FAYZ occurred, and during that time, Lana had lived in five different places - if you counted Hermit Jims shack, lived on canned beans and stew, read 46 books and healed just about a dozen of kids. So you could probably say that she wasn't having the time of her life, living with her dog as the only company as she slowly starved to death, having read the only books worth reading and know being stuck with old classics and healing even the smallest wounds of the stupid brats that roamed the town.

Come to me...

She dropped her 47th book onto the ground as the worst part of it all searched her mind for power. Just as she was about to bend down and pick up her book, the words repeated themselves, this time with daggers stabbing at the very core of her brain and she soon found herself collapsed in a puddle on the ground by the books.

The pain slowly subsided, just in time for the knock. As she walked stiffly toward the door, gun in hand and Patrick by her side, she felt the all to familiar desiring hope of who might be outside. But just like all the other times she had a visitor; Quinn was the one who greeted her.

'You're earlier today,' she stated. Ever since she moved into Clifftop, he would come visit her. He had before as well, those few days she spent in a house with Astrid and her younger brother. Though then, she had gotten the impression that he was mainly there to see Sam, who did not directly live there, yet spent every minute of his spare time at the house. Now, he had no excuses as for the daily check ups he did on Lana.

'Was your cantaloupe picking finished off early?' she tried to smile. She truly did try, but the expression that struck her features looked so pained and tragic, there were no words to describe it other then the depressing aura she tried to suppress through it.

'Today is my day off,' he stated, and when Lana didn't bother to ask, he sighed and continued on his own. 'I slept in and then visited Astrid, hoping that Sam was there and that he might have time to surf. Astrid sent me away before I even got the chance to invite him.'

He seemed utterly sad about his rejection as he stared at the ground. She didn't really have the energy for pitying him.

'You know, if pity is what you're asking for, could I at least do it in here, sitting in a comfortable chair while doing so?' she asked, gesturing both her hands behind her in the direction of the chairs. Quinn laughed at this. Man, it didn't take much to make that boy laugh, and seeing him cheer in a time like this - a place like this - made her smile as well. Just a tiny one of course, barely visible to anyone unless you were searching for it, yet just the tiniest spark in the corner of her eyes. And it did count considering how great of a contrast it made to her usual scowls.

'Yeah, sorry, I truly do not mean to put the whole burden of my life on top of your shoulders,' he excused himself, stepping through the door, giving her the chance to close it, though he didn't move further into the room. 'Though, considering that you never answer my questions on how you are doing, it is really hard to make conversation with you unless it is about me.'

'Well, instead of speaking, we could - I don't know? - lets just see what is on the television instead, or what do you say about that?' she walked over to her chair and bent down to the coffee table in front of it, her hand extended to pick up the remote on the top. As she clicked the on/off button; nothing happened and although they were both used to it by now, their sighs harmonized in a depressing tone and the spark in her eyes shattered.

'I've got a better idea,' Quinn said, still standing by the door. 'How about you and I go for a walk at the beach?' Lana groaned in despair, but Quinn walked towards her and grabbed her wrist before she was able to decline the offer, dragging her out of the hotel room, Patrick jumping up and down behind them.

She resisted quite a lot on their way down to the beach, but as soon as they got there, the sound of the waves and the emptiness, she couldn't help but feel the relaxation of it. Quinns fingers had bee tugged around her wrist up until that moment, and when he noticed, he awkwardly let go of her.

Any other girl would probably be annoyed by how shy he was, but through the previous months she had become more distant and had a strong dislike for physical contact.

Yet, it was slightly uncomfortable scene. This boy had barely gathered enough self confidence to appear at her doorstep daily for weeks now. Yet, he never seemed to be confident enough to actually speak with her. Yes, they'd share a couple of sentences, though he'd always look away and speak lowly making it embarrassing not just to him, but to her as well.

But she somewhat enjoyed his presence. She didn't want her distance from society to turn her into a completely isolated person either. It was nice to put her mind off of Drake with the help of him. He didn't even have to say anything really, he just had to show up daily, making sure that she was still in the apartment.

As they walked across the shore, Lana wondered if Quinn had though as far as how he and Sam were going to surf if he hadn't been busy. After all, there was barely enough waves for her to hear the sound of them. But she enjoyed the water rushing in a low rumble and didn't want to interrupt it by her voice, so she stayed quiet.

They never really had a lot to talk about. Quinn had for long wanted to bring up what had happened to her after the battle. What she had been doing in the outskirts of town, where she had disappeared to after Sam burnt Drakes arm and why she had started acting like someone from a mental institution. Sam had asked personally asked him to do him the favor of getting Lana back on track. Yet, even with his old best friend putting so much faith in him, he couldn't bring himself to push information out of Lana. He wanted her to speak about her past willingly, he'd earn her trust if that was what it took. Even if it would take them months to get there.

'Are you getting enough to eat?' Quinn asked, breaking the silence. He had for long tried to come up with something to ask her to lighten up the conversation, though he did in fact care for her and there was partly worry in his eyes due to her figure which had become slimmer over the past month.

'As much as everyone else,' she stated, not complaining, though she sure as hell wasn't happy about the decreasing food supply. What made things worse was the fact that their food should've lasted longer then it was, but someone had broken into the store, rating big amounts of the little that was left, and that someone was said to be Drake.

Part of her still thought - still hoped - that he cared for her. That a part of him was bothered by the thought of her slowly starving amongst the rest of the habitants of the dome, because he selfishly put himself before her and the others.

Did he even think of her in the first place? She didn't know, and she tried not to care, as Quinn rambled on in a low mumble on how bad things were getting and how he wished there was any other supplies of food that hadn't been discovered yet.

But she did care, that was the problem. She wished she could be there, next to him. But at the same time, she wished she could be there one last time, only to kill him slowly and painfully. Show him that pain wasn't anything close to enjoyable. Pain is pain, and she wanted to make him suffer the way she had for the past months.

She never did heal those slashes on the inside of her hip, and after a itching and acing infection had taken over, she had gotten through it and know they were slowly healing in the natural way, leaving pink, permanent scars. Two months earlier, she had considered it a good idea to leave them there. A constant reminder on why she left and why she wasn't returning.

Instead: it had become the constant reminder of Drake himself, and the more she tried not to think of him, the further he sunk into her mind making his face an everlasting, not to mention utterly vivid sight that popped out every time she closed her eyes.

She wished it would go away. She wished she could clear her mind of the picture of him and the voice made out of profound daggers. She wished she'd handle everything as well as he must be doing up at Coates. She wished that she was as free as him.

Lana was there. Lying beneath his own body on the bed. They were kissing. Passionately, devotedly, erotically - if that was even possible, coming from him. His arms were wrapped around her waist as they turned around in bed, her on top of him, taking charge of the situation.

And as soon as they repositioned, their lips were separated and her hand was on his chest, pushing him back in bed when he attempted to sit upright to seal their lips once more. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to do something, while his hands were tracing her hipbones, brushing them with a tender touch.

His expression turned confused as hers turned cold, very much like how his own used to be. She bent, reaching across the bed to pick something up from the bedside table next to his head. The dim light in the room made it almost impossible to see, but the moonlight piercing through the gaps of the curtained windows was enough to illuminate what looked very much like the blade of a dagger in her hand.

'Lana...' he whispered questionably, not sure about how he should react to the situation he found himself in.

Once again she bent down, head positioned next to his, her lips brushing the tip of his ear as she whispered seductively. 'It's for your own good, Drake. Remember that.' She repositioned her head and her lips brushed his softly for a very brief second. Drake felt a tingle of familiarity to what she had just said, as if it had happened before, in some parallel universe.

Lana sat back up again, one leg on each side of him, pinning him down although he could easily overpower her if he wanted to. Yet, it felt as if all his energy, all his power was drained out of him and she had fed on it, easily vanquishing him.

She cupped the knife between her hands, fingers curling around the handle of it. Her arms extended behind her head before they shot downwards in one swift, accurate movement. And not up until that very moment did realization seem to finally struck him. But it was to late as the blade dug into his chest, making drips of blood splatter onto her face, not to mention his own. But although his adrenaline was increasing, his heart rate decreasing as the last beats left in his chest vaporized and his heavy breaths were hoarse and painful and ending all because of her, he still felt the powerful rush going through him at the sight of her.

Drake sat up in a rush, finally able to move again. Here, in real life, his heartbeat had increased - during what had been one of the first nightmares of his ever to agitate him - but was now slowly slowing down to normal rate again.

The dream seemed to upset him more then it should have. Dreaming of Lana showed how much of a weakness she had become in his life. Dreaming of a scene so similar to the night the two of them had spent together showed that it had affected him. Dreaming of the same thing as he had been dreaming of every day since she left certainly didn't help any further.

The shrinks office, the room he had claimed as his own multiple weeks ago, had become not only his office, but his bedroom as well. After moving a bed into it, he could now sleep there comfortably, though every night he was being taunted by either Lanas dangerous side of the Darkness' pissed of side.

Since there no longer was a therapist at the school who would talk with Drake daily, he now tried to put his thinking cap on and figure it out the way a professional would.

Well, obviously you miss her the doctor would've replied if he had made his exact thoughts and feelings into proper words. Obviously, he had never done that before, and if there was someone here to talk to him, they probably wouldn't even get as far as finding out that Drake even knew someone named Lana.

Then again, if the adults had been here, Lana wouldn't. None of this would have happened.

Not that he regretted much of it of course. What went between him and Lana was truly regrettable to many, but yet it was something about it that made him think that if he could've done things differently he wouldn't.

Other then making sure she didn't escape him, of course.

But now that done was done, he decided to let her think that she had. Give her the time to settle down in Perdido, find a house, make friends, find peace. Adapt. And then he'd erupt from the shadows, come at her from behind and bring her back here.

And she'd be his toy. Whenever he was bored and exhausted he'd come for her and make sure that she'd become the amusement that he so strongly needed, not to mention deserved. And when she was restrained of her strong will and spirit to fight back, he might even teach her how to shoot with a gun. She could be his little serial killer on a leash.

Drake was over thinking things, he knew he was, but he couldn't help but look forward to the day when he would find her and officially make her his. Best of all; he'd abuse her in the most violent of ways possible and he'd watch her slowly growing mad over time.

Sorry about the rushed ending. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, if you did; please leave a review in the comment section bellow! It makes my day! I'll try ad update soon enough, but I can't promise anything, so don't expect to much from me... :)