Some of you guys have told me you were eager for certain stuff and things so hopefully you find this chapter appealing for your eagerness of the stuff and things. Also, I hope you don't mind that I post a new chapter even though I posted the last chapter only two days ago. I know I spread them out a little more, but a few of you REALLY wanted it so I couldn't resist uploading.

As always, I don't own Silent Hill.

It no longer burned. At first it had, but now it felt smooth as the last drop slid easily down her throat. When nothing more came out, Lilith licked her lips and peered inside the bottle, shaking it to be sure it was truly empty. "Well fine," she told it in a thick, slurred voice, "I was done with you anyway." She chucked the bottle across the room where it collided with the wall with a loud shatter of glass. Then she plucked another one from the table. "You can be my new friend," she told the new bottle, giving it a kiss before drinking in more of the liquid that no longer burned. After a long swig she let out a long sigh. "My belly is full but I am not," she said sadly to no one in particular. There was no one in the room with her except the body of a mangled monster she'd partially cut in two that hadn't completely dissolved yet. She wondered why some of them took so long to fade away.

Lilith leaned her head back to look up at the ceiling. She was pretty comfortable there on the black sofa. She'd found the club before but never bothered to enter it until now. It was a pretty worn out place. No doubt it had once been a regular hot spot. The place reeked of cheap long since putout cigarettes. Posters of sultry, smiling women lined the paint chipped walls along with neon signs that barely still managed to hang in place. The only one that was still able to turn on was the one she could see across from her- a sultry woman lit up in green and pink with the word PARADISE scrawled out above her in cursive with a little glowing red heard over the 'I'. Lilith took another long swig from her bottle before tipping it up to the glowing girl. "One sleazy paradise you got here," she told her before taking another drink. With the elevated stage across the room with a long pole extended towards the ceiling and the amount condom wrappers she found in some of the upstairs rooms (along with used syringes and spoons gathered around melted candles), it wasn't exactly had to figure this place out. It was straightforward and, in a way, Lilith found that comforting. As well as the very well-stocked bar.

With one last drink, Lilith sat the bottle on the glass coffee table and took one of the fat, rolled up cigs (that she knew weren't really cigs at all) and lit it up. She'd never been a smoker. But then again, she'd never been a murderer either. Lilith closed her eyes and took one long drag before puffing it out and watching the tendrils of smoke climb up towards the ceiling. Holding the joint between her teeth, she plucked her sword up from the floor beside her. The green and pink light emanating from her new naked neon friend on the wall gleamed off its edge. It was always so sharp. Lilith placed her finger on the tip and drug it down, leaving a thin streak of blood in her wake. She could feel the cold steel bite into her flesh, but all the alcohol in her system kept a good block up on any pain she would have otherwise felt. When she reached the hilt, she pulled her finger up inches from her face and squinted at it, pouting, as blood tricked down her palm. Suddenly a burst of anger bubbled up inside her and she chucked the sword across the room where it landed next to the stage with a clang. She grabbed her smoke with her bloody hand and the bottle with the other, alternating between them. "What are you lookin' at?" she asked the dead creature on the other side of the room, its mangled face frozen and staring at her.

"What are you doing?" Any other time the suddenness of another voice would have made her jump, but she was just so comfortable and so relaxed there on her black sofa that smelled like old cigarettes that it barely phased her.

"Having a par-tay. And you are not invited." She swung her bottle around in the air and dropped it on her chest, some of the alcohol soaking into her shirt. "Aww, look what you made me do," she whined.

Pyramid Head made his way over to where the girl lay on the couch, surrounded by empty bottles and burnt up smokes. He noticed her hand was bleeding, but he didn't say anything about it. "You're going to get yourself killed," he told her.

"Pfffffttttssshhhhh so?" She giggled, "so, so, so?" Her words ran into each other and she kept making weird sounds and then laughed about it. Clearly, she was very intoxicated. Meaning, he couldn't leave her unattended as he doubted she could even stand up, let alone defend herself. Reluctantly, he sat down in a large black chair by the end of the couch. Lilith looked down at him. "Heeyyyyy. I said you are not invited."

"You're drunk," he pointed out.

She smiled, "and hiiiigghh," she twirled her bloody hand up in the air, "whoosh whoosh whoosh. Tehehe." She laughed at herself and took a drink from the bottle in her hand. He didn't make any move to stop her. She wasn't in any immediate danger and after what she's been through, he didn't blame her for wanting to drown it out. He simply sat back in his chair, holding the hilt of his sword across his lap. "This sucks," Lilith said with a huff. "I wanna go home and watch Hallmark movies and get fat," she told him angrily, taking another drink from her bottle, only to find a sip left within. Lilith threw it at Pyramid Head, but he caught it and dropped it into the floor. She just grabbed another off the table to drink, swishing it around in her mouth. Lilith liked this bottle more. It was clear and she could see the amber liquid slopping around inside. "Did I tell you how my parents died?"

"Car accident."

"Car accident," she nodded, putting her smoke out on the floor and tossing it away. "Did I mention I was in the car?"

"No. You didn't."

"I don't like to remember," she told him. "I try and try to snuff it out, but it's always there." She took another swig. "My mom wanted us to take a family trip up in the mountains. Said we'd been 'drifting apart'. We were on an old, back road when they hit us. Probably drunk," she laughed and took another drink, "the worst thing though, I remember. The worst thing… Our car flipped," she did a motion in the air with her hand, "and that moment of being in the air knowing that we were about to come crashing down was the worst. It was so quick, yet that moment felt so long. The anticipation of the inevitable impact… That's what this feels like," she said, taking another drink. "Like I'm waiting for the inevitable impact." She went silent then for a few long minutes before she finally spoke again. "When I woke up, I was alone in the car, glass everywhere. I crawled out and saw them on the road all broken and…" she took another drink, "I screamed and screamed but no one came. It was late, I remember just lying there staring up at the sky thinking 'I'm going to die now' and then I was floating, above myself, floating away. But then I saw him. Just standing there. He just stood there and looked at us. Then he was gone and it was dark. Eventually, the ambulance came. Someone had been driving down that way when they found us. At first, I thought the lights were angels but that was stupid. Told me I was 'lucky' they got there when they did. Ha. Lucky…" Lilith went to take another drink, but just stared at the bottle instead before chucking it across the room. "Take me home."

Pyramid stood up. Lilith sat up and grabbed the scabbard off the ground. She stood up and immediately plopped back down. Pyramid Head took a step towards her and she threw her arm up, "I can do it," she snapped. She stood up once more and managed to stay on her feet, but ran into the corner of the table as she tried to cross the room. Everything was spinning and she felt so…wobbly. Eventually though, she made it to where her sword lay discarded on the dirty floor. She tried to sheath it, but kept missing and jabbing at her hand. She growled in frustration, but before she could do anything more, Pyramid Head grabbed onto her and returned her to her room.

Lilith threw both the sword and its sheath onto the couch and stumbled her way into the bedroom. Pyramid leaned his sword up against the wall and stood in the doorway. Ghost (pleased to see his mistress returned) helped guide her towards her bed. As well as a dog could, anyway. Lilith sat there on the edge and stared over at Pyramid. "Well, what?"

"You need to sober up. We're going to the Other tomorrow before the Darkness gets here."

"Oh greeeeeaaaat," she said sarcastically.

"It won't be like the last time you went. Nothing will happen to you."

Lilith snorted, "Whatever." She stood up and walked over to him. She came very close and he could smell the strong scent of alcohol washing over her. She put a hand on his helmet and propped up on her toes, "what's under there, huh?" Pyramid placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed back gently. "Aww, c'mon, I wanna see."

"There's nothing to see," he told her evenly.

"They why can't I look?" She raised her brow at him skeptically before crossing her arms, "if you really want me to trust you then you have to show me."

"How does showing you elicit trust?"

"Because I said it does, duh." Pyramid didn't know if it would change anything and he didn't want to do it. He hid his face for so long he wasn't sure it even still looked the same. But he had nothing else to offer in exchange for her trust. Not that he exactly held much hope she would remember it in the morning.

He gripped the sides of the contraption with both of his hands, a cold dread brewing inside him. He could feel his own pulse, his own heart beating against his chest. Slowly, he lifted it from his body and dropped it down onto the floor. He didn't look at Lilith. He couldn't. His breath became shallow and he bit into the sides of his mouth until he tasted his own blood. She didn't say anything. Was she disgusted? Scared? He didn't know, yet he had such a need to. Tearing his eyes away from the floor he looked up at her only to find she had no expression on her face at all.

He really did have black eyes. As if his pupils had swallowed up any color. Lilith didn't know what exactly she had been expecting but she didn't feel any sense of surprise. Maybe it had to do with the fact she was drunk off her ass, but she didn't think so. Except for those black, soulless eyes he was very much…human. He had no hair, but there were distinct scars all around his head that looked too neat to have been done by accident. The lines had been carved into him deliberately. Except for the one across his right eye. It wasn't like the others. It was thick and jagged. "Did you do that?" she asked him. His eyes kept shifting from her to the floor as if he had a hard time looking at her.

"No."

"Does it hurt?" she asked, coming closer.

"Not anymore," he responded. She stood up on her toes and held her hand up and when he made no attempt to push her away she lightly placed her finger tips over his raised flesh.

"It must have hurt a lot," she said, tracing the lines around his skull. He grabbed her hand and pulled it from him and she took a step back, his hand still encircling hers. "Is that why you wear that thing?" No response. Lilith nodded, "it's okay, you don't have to tell me," she smiled at him halfheartedly, "but you don't have to wear it around me if you don't want to. I like your face more." Pyramid looked at her, feeling almost… puzzled. But there was also a relief. He felt as if he breathed a breath he never realized he had been holding. Lilith turned from him and crawled into her bed. "Sorry I said all those things to you. I know it's not your fault. I'm just scared," she told him, closing her eyes. "I don't hate you." And with that, she passed out. Her hand was still bleeding so Pyramid made his way to her bathroom to grab a towel and a bandage before stopping short to look at himself in the mirror. It had been a while since he'd laid eyes on his own reflection. The man staring back at him was a stranger with memories best left forgotten.

He came back into her room and gently took her hand, wiping the blood away. She didn't wake up even as he put disinfectant on the gash. Though, honestly, he didn't expect she would. The girl was pretty out of it. It wasn't a deep gash, but he couldn't help but think how stupid and pointless it was for her to intentionally harm herself. He wrapped the bandage around her finger tight enough to suppress the bleeding, but not so tightly as to cut off her circulation. He definitely knew what he was doing. Tricks of the trade he'd picked up in the pit. Though, his surgical expertise was generally employed to take people apart rather than to put them together.

Pyramid sat the things down on the nightstand and watched as Lilith's chest rose and fell so steadily as she slept. He hoped she dreamed something far more pleasant than what was here. Maybe of the Hallmark movies or of getting fat. Slowly, he reached out his hand to touch her hair. It was so soft and slid through his fingers like silk. He knew that it wasn't his fault she was here and that her suffering resulted from no action of his own, but he still wished he could take her back to her life. Part of him even wished he could go with her, but he assumed that was just because he had grown so resentful of being stuck in his present situation.

Lilith breathed in a shaky breath and he froze- his fingers still entwined with her hair. Her eyelids fluttered, but they didn't open. Rather, a small tear escaped from the corner of her eye. Suddenly, Pyramid Head felt his insides became cold and then he became angry. Not at her or at anyone, really, but just at the whole situation.

Not wanting to watch her suffer, Pyramid turned to leave but he must of jostled her awake because her green eyes tiredly looked up at him. She opened up her hand and, understanding what she wanted, he sat back down, encircling her hand again in his own. Then her eyes fell closed once more. The anger was gone just as quickly as it had come as he faced the fact that she wanted him to be there- right there, beside her. Whether or not she still wanted it tomorrow didn't matter. She wanted him then and he wouldn't abandon her. Gently he wiped the wet streak from her face and held her hand close to him. He didn't understand what it was about being so close to her made him feel so…different. Or even feel at all. But it did. And touching her made it more prominent. He didn't want to let go.

So he didn't.