Chapter Three... On The Long Road Home... Part Three
I didn’t update yesterday like I had wanted to cause my internet was off… STUPID INTERNET!
Anyways… Nothing other then I was completely bored yesterday with nothing to do and so … I wrote the third chapter to my Lost Souls / Drawing Blood Crossover Fic… I beat up one of my favorite characters… I can’t believe I did that! But I did and I can’t take it back…
Enjoy this part of the fic, which I am calling On The Long Road Home Saga and I’ll update again in a few days with Chapter Four… the start of the Welcome Home Saga…
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Working Title: Lost Souls / Drawing Blood Crossover or Missing Mile / Mystery Mile
Rating: Right now probably PG-13... I plan on it getting up to R or NC-17 though
Characters Mentioned: Steve, Ghost, Ann, Jess, Nothing, Kinsey, Zach, Trevor, Eddy, Calvin, RJ, Terry, Laine, Twig, Molochai, Zillah, and Christian
Summery: Ghost and Steve return to Missing Mile to find Nothing laying on their door step bloody and broken. Zach and Trevor start to fix up the house on Violin road. All of them brought together by one common thing: A spirit that seems to not want to leave Missing Mile or the five boys in peace!
CHAPTER THREE: On the long road home… Part Three
Nothing couldn’t shake his two attackers. He tried using what strength he had from his vampire jeans to push them off but it was no use. They had the upper hand, not only in experience but in size as well. Nothing felt blood dripping down from a wound on his head and found himself getting dizzy, his vision starting to fail him.
He glanced up one more time into the faces of his last two family members. Twig was wearing a frown that creased his forehead, and Molochai was sneering enough to make himself look more intimidating then Zillah had ever dreamed to look. Nothing winced slightly at the memory of his father and lover. He was the cause of all his suffering now. Even though he was no longer among the living, he still haunted Nothing’s life.
Nothing’s vision went completely black and his body fell into a heap on the muddy ground of the river bank. His mind swam with all different colors. The blues were to bright for Nothing and he shied back from them. The oranges, yellows, and reds, all swirled together to form the most brilliant fire lights Nothing could ever remember seeing. He felt his mind body float towards the fire light and drift through it. He found himself falling, he wanted to stop, but his body wouldn’t listen to him. He saw nothing but the yellows, oranges, and reds, that had created the fire light. The light was making a whirl pool effect that was sucking him down faster and faster. He could see the end off the whirl pool, a lone house sat in the middle of a field. He had never seen the house before but he knew that he wasn’t going to like what was inside.
Nothing fell through the roof but didn’t damage the roof in any way. He floated down and found his feet touching the floor. He looked around finally noticing that the stinging in his head was gone, he reached up and found that the wound was gone. Once he had stopped examining his body for any wounds he took noticed of the room, or what would pass as a room in any normal house. There was nothing but dust in the room, no furniture, no people, just dust, and what he figured was a blood stain in the door way. Nothing felt his stomach clench at that, he hadn’t had anything filling to eat in almost a month. That was how long he had run from Twig and Molochai.
Nothing shook those thoughts out of his head and turned around to start to explore the house. But when he turned around he started into the eyes he hadn’t seen in almost four years. The boy looked just as Nothing had last remembered him, his throat torn out, his shirt ripped open, his eyes blank, bottom lip slip, and shoes missing. Nothing’s heart clenched hard. He could feel the tears that he had refused to fall that night coming to his eyes. His best friend, the first person he killed, the first person he cared for, was standing in front of him. Nothing couldn’t hold back his emotions and flung his arms around the boy’s neck and buried his face into the boy’s shoulder his tears falling freely down his face.
“Laine, it’s you, it’s really you!” Nothing cried his voice horse with non-usage and from the tears that were freely falling down his face. Laine just stood there, his eyes had closed but he did nothing else. Nothing pulled back to look into his friends face and fell down to his knees. “Laine, forgive me please! I didn’t want to do it, if I could go back in time and do it all over again I would have never left home.” Nothing set his hands on Laine’s hips and rested his head against the boy’s stomach. He couldn’t hear any heart beat. And some how that made him smile. I’m dead, he thought to himself with a wide smile on his face, I’m dead and I can be with Laine again and no one is going to part us. Not Zillah, not Christian, not anybody. Nothing’s smile faded slightly when he felt Laine’s hands rest on his head. He looked up and his smile disappeared completely. Laine’s eyes were still closed but there were tears falling down his face.
“You aren’t dead Nothing. You are still laying on that river bank, unconscious and bleeding. You wont die their, I wont let you.” Nothing blinked as Laine smiled and kneeled down in front of him. “You are my best friend Nothing. Even in death I can’t let that go. Even knowing you were the one who killed me, I can’t forget that. I followed you because I loved you. I still love you. And I want you to live Nothing.” Nothing closed the distance between himself and Laine and kissed the boy’s lips. They were nothing like he remembered. This lips were cold and chapped. The lips he loved were soft and tasted of freshly smoked pot and cherry lip gloss. Laine was the one who pulled back first starting into Nothing’s eyes with a soft let sad look. “You wanted forgiveness. I’ll give it to you on one condition.” Nothing nodded and wrapped his arms around Laine burring his head into the boy’s neck.
“Anything Laine. Just tell me what I have to do.” Nothing’s voice was just above a whisper. He didn’t want to leave Laine but knew he couldn’t stay much longer. He could feel a pull on his mind and heart and knew that something or someone else was waiting for him. Laine pushed Nothing and cut off their contact, standing up and looking down at Nothing. Nothing looked up at him with hope and love in his eyes, he knew because he could see the same look reflecting in Laine’s eyes.
“You have to face your father and deal with what you truly are. You are not a monster like they are Nothing. You do not kill just because you can. You kill because you need to, you can not live without the blood of humans. That is your eternal curse. No one can separate you from that, not even death.” Laine took a step back and Nothing had to close his eyes to shield himself from the bright white light that came from Laine’s body. When Nothing could finally open his eyes again he expected Laine and the room to be gone. But instead the room and Laine were still there, but they had changed. Laine was no longer covered in his own blood and he shirt was no longer torn. He was dressed just like Nothing remembered seeing him that night in the road. Laine’s shoes were even back on his feet. And the room, Nothing gasped at seeing the room and hearing the music playing. He knew the room and he knew that music. The room was Laine’s bedroom, but it also had some of Nothing’s old things in it, things he had left in his adopted parents house. The music, Nothing jumped up when the realization slammed into him. Laine must have seen the shock cross his face because he laughed and flopped down on his bed. “You know I got attached to this band. Reminded me of you every time I listened to it. Probably will forever.”
It was Lost Souls? Ghost and Steve’s band. The band he had left home to find. Nothing smiled and walked towards Laine but Laine held up a hand stopping him in his tracks. Laine then pointed to the door way that had blood stains on the bottom frame. Nothing looked towards the door way for only a moment and then back to Laine but Laine and his room was gone. The only thing left in the room was a message on the wall written in what looked like blood and was dripping, showing that it was still wet.
We Are Not Afraid
Nothing smiled remembering the lyric from one of Lost Souls?, songs. He took a deep breath and smiled and then headed through the door frame and into a long hall way. The hall way was just as dusty as the front room had been but had a creeper look to it. As Nothing walked down the hall he noticed a few doors were shut with red X’s on them. He figured they were locked and he couldn’t get into them. But the last room in the hall way wasn’t shut. Nothing noticed that it actually didn’t have a door at all. He walked towards the room and the smell of musty blood could be smelled, along with a mint smelling liquor. He knew that smell. It was the smell of the small apartment in New Orleans that his father had been killed in. He stepped up to the door and sure enough laying on the bed twirling a knife in his right hand was Zillah.
“So you finally showed up. You know it’s not nice to keep someone waiting Nothing.” Nothing wanted to take a step back at the tone, a harsher tone then Nothing had ever heard his father use. But he didn’t step back, he took a step forward and that brought him to stand right at the foot of the bed. Zillah’s eyes were burning into Nothing’s skin but he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to look away. Nothing was about to open his mouth when the knife was flung at him. With out thinking about it Nothing caught the knife and threw it down on the bed the blade burring into the mattress. Nothing kept his eyes locked onto Zillah’s, his own eyes narrowing. Zillah had been smirking when he threw the knife but now, his smirk was a deep frown.
“I don’t care. I’ve lived without you for two years now, and fifteen years before that! I don’t need you Zillah! I never did.” Zillah’s eyes had widened and then softened before he vanished in a puff of gray smoke. Nothing took a deep breath and turned to leave the room to go back to see if Laine was there again. But something in the corner caught his eye.
A women was curled in the corner holding her stomach and looking up at Nothing. Nothing could see the blood dripping down her legs and he ran to her side in a second. He kneeled down next to her and the women smiled up at him. The women reached a hand up and rested it against Nothing’s cheek. He blinked for a moment before the word came to his mouth.
“Mother.” His voice was soft, tears running down his face. The women smiled and nodded. She stroked Nothing’s cheek Nothing leaning into the touch. He closed his eyes and let the tears fall freely down his cheeks. The women tried to sit up but stopped herself wincing in pain.
“My baby, you’ve grown up so much. Did Christian take good care of you? Have you found your father? Did you give him hell for me?” Her voice was soft and sweet but laced with fear and tears. Nothing opened his eyes and smiled softly. That was all she needed. His mother’s eyes closed and her hand fell back to her body.
“Mother, don’t leave me!” He cried and reached to pull her to his body but before his hands even made contact with the women’s body she disappeared. He slumped against the wall where her body once laid and started to cry. He didn’t want to be there anymore. He would have rather faced death by the hands of Twig and Molochai. He was so lost in his own self loathing that he hadn’t noticed the man leaning against the closed closet door. What he did notice was the hand that was petting his head trying to calm him. He looked up and gasped.
“Jess was a wonderful women. She wish nothing more in death then to make sure that you were happy, well taken care of, and of course, that you found your father. Her spirit can now rest in true piece knowing that you had all that.” Christian said looked not at Nothing but at the wall opposite them. Nothing looked over and blinked looking at the wall. There was nothing of interest on the wall, but Christian’s eyes hadn’t left it. “Zillah wasn’t the best father for you, but he did take care of you. Didn’t he?” Christian finally looked down at Nothing who was kneeling and looking down at the ground. Nothing shook his head and then nodded. “He didn’t yet he did. You loved him, or thought you did. Many have fallen to his charm. Jess did, Ann did, even I did. But you Nothing.” Christian kneeled down to look Nothing in the eyes and smiled faintly, “You stood up against that charm. You were the only one in the world who resisted those eyes of his. I might not have been your birth father, but right now. I could not be more proud of you.” Nothing felt his eyes get wet again and he just let the tears fall. His mind was on over drive. He didn’t know how much more he could take.
“You were more like a father to me then Zillah ever was. And if there is one thing I will never forgive Steve and Ghost for it would be taking you away from me.” Christian smiled and pulled Nothing into a hug, Nothing fisting Christian’s shirt. Nothing then noticed the one thing that was missing on Christian that had been on all the other spirits. “Christian, why aren’t you covered in blood like all the others?” Christian smiled and stood back up Nothing falling back onto his knees.
“It’s because I died with no regrets. I had lived a long life and I knew that you were in good hands. You could fully take care of yourself. You no longer needed me to watch over you like you were a new born. So I died happily. I was not tormented in death by anything. Zillah will forever relive his death and the death of all those he has killed, Ann will relive her torment of her failed birth over and over again. This is the price they pay for the lives that they have lived. You have saved two souls today Nothing. You have set Laine free, though I believe he will wait here for you until you return for him. And you have set your mother free. Jess’s soul has been waiting here a long time. Now she can reunite with her father and me in the other world. Where we will wait for you, but don’t think that this means you can join us any time soon. You have a full life to live. Live it to the fullest.” With that Christian kissed Nothing’s head and faded away into nothingness. Nothing stared at the spot for a few moments before trying to stand.
The blackness came over him faster then he could blink. He felt as if he was falling again and he hated the feeling. The fire lights were back but this time whirling in the opposite direction. Like it was spitting him out. And that was exactly what it was doing. It was spitting him back out. He didn’t recognized the surroundings that his body was standing in. Standing, Nothing thought as he felt his mind and heart return once more to the shell of his body, wasn’t I laying by the river bank? Nothing could have bet that he had been laying on the ground by the river bank when he had left his body. He blinked open his eyes and looked around him, he noticed a green sign in front of him:
Missing Mile
5 Miles
Nothing blinked again and shook his head but stopped when a sharp pain went through his skull. He reached up and touched his head and then pulled his hand away, his hand was covered in blood. He frowned and heard yelling from behind him. He knew those voices and didn’t have to turn around to see if he was right. He ran, faster then he had ever run before. He ran through corn fields and fields of wild flowers that were in the middle of blooming, and grass fields that had been over run with weeds of old wheat stocks. He could hear the tires of the black van he knew was following him and then the curse as the van got stuck in a ditch. Nothing didn’t look back though, he just kept running. He wondered briefly why he was running away from Twig and Molochai before the memories came crashing back into his head making him trip and almost fall over a twig in the field.
Memory Scene ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Memory Scene
Nothing was leaning against the front seat of the black van, Twig and Molochai were sitting up front passing a bottle of fresh blood back and forth between the two of them. Twig had handed it back to Nothing so the boy could take a drink and Nothing took the bottle, but before he could put the bottle to his mouth it was slapped out of his hands by Molochai who’s eyes had become so red with furry Nothing was sure a blood vain had popped in his head.
“What really happened to Zillah? I know you lied about you killing him. You didn’t have the fucking guts to kill that punk boy we forced you to kill when we first picked you up, let alone your own father.” Nothing’s eyes had gone to the size of saucers, and Twig’s eyes had darkened to a deep red. Nothing gulped and moved back so his back was against the rear door, but the door was yanked out from behind him causing him to fall backwards and bang his head on the pavement of the parking lot the van was parked in. His head instantly splitting and a trail of blood coming from the wound. Molochai was glaring down at him from his spot on Nothing’s right side while Twig kneeled down on his left. Nothing felt trapped and knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get up and away fast enough.
“It was though two musicians wasn’t it? The ones you had us go look for in that shit hole of a town back in North Carolina.” Nothing just stared up at Twig unblinking. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The two men who had treated him like a younger brother for the past two years were now looking at him as if he was the ugliest and dirtiest thing on this planet. He gulped and clenched his eyes shut willing them to go away with his mind. Molochai was having none of that though and yanked Nothing up by the front of his black Lost Souls?, t-shirt. Nothing felt nauseous and bit his bottom lip in an attempt not to hurl the contents of his empty stomach onto the two pissed off vampires shoes.
“I bet you let those two kill Christian and Zillah. I bet you sat there and watched. What were you planning on doing, killing us and then running off with them? Did we ruin your plans when we woke up and you wanted to save your precious friends? You lousy good for nothing brat! After everything Zillah did for you, you go behind his back and pull this shit? Twig get the bat.” Nothing’s eyes few open at the last words, he had been fisting and un fisting his hands since Molochai had started to talk. None of what he had said was true. He had woke up when Steve had climbed onto the bed to stab the knife into Christian’s chest, but he was still to weak to move. He would have stopped Steve and Ghost was killing Zillah if he could have moved, right? He had thought that was so, though now he wasn’t so sure. Did he mental plan to kill Twig and Molochai too and then leave with Steve and Ghost? Would Steve and Ghost even let him go with them had he done that? Nothing didn’t have any more time to think of that when a bat was swung and crashed into his lower back, causing Molochai to let go of his shirt and caused him to fall forward onto the pavement. Nothing had held out his hands to stop his fall but had ended up breaking his left wrist in the process. He felt the bat come down onto his lower back three more times before the bat broke, some of the pieces burring themselves into his skin and shirt.
He felt a steal toe boot ram into his side, right under his rib cage before he heard the van start. He just laid their for a few seconds before his face was lifted up by someone grabbing his hair. He wasn’t sure anymore if it was Molochai or Twig.
“This is just the beginning Nothing.” The voice said before his head was let go and it slammed back into the pavement. He felt his nose crack and he knew it had broken, he could feel the blood pouring down from it and down to his mouth, the blood tasted like dirt and grime. Nothing guess cause of the pavement. He felt his body be lifted and then flung into the back of the van his back slamming into the small fridge that he had bought while in New York so they could store more blood, so they didn’t have to go out and kill as often. He had thought it was a good idea up until that moment. He was cursing himself for buying the thing.
He felt the van moving and curled up into a ball knowing that he was going to be killed in the worse way possible. He wondered just for a moment if Twig and Molochai were going to rip him apart and store him into bags and put them in the small fridge to eat later or if they were just going to throw what they didn’t want into the river like Christian had done to the victims he had killed.
He didn’t know how long they were driving for just that when the van had stopped he felt his heart sink into his stomach and he again felt the need to throw up whatever was in his stomach, though he figured all that would come up would be his still beating heart.
He didn’t have anymore time to think on that when the rear door was opened and Twig and Molochai had both grabbed one of his legs and pulled him from the back of the van. They didn’t stop pulling when he reached the end of the van and he felt himself fall to the ground feeling a sharp pain shoot up his back, he was glad that he had sat up to attempt to fight off Twig and Molochai though he was to weak for that now, he had only hit his tail bone on the hard ground. Though the pain shooting up his back wasn’t to pleasant, he figured it was better then having landing right on his back and head. Twig and Molochai dragging him to the bank of the river and stopped. They both looked around and Nothing stared up blinking up at the sky, his eyes had gone out of focus and all he could see was color and movements, though all the movements seemed to be in slow motion.
“He’s completely out of it. Let’s go and get some food and maybe some drinks and then come back for him tonight. Killing him during the day might just attract unwanted attention.” Molochai’s voice rang in Nothing’s ears before he heard steps walking away from him and the distant sound of an engine starting. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the black spot that was the van was leaving. He wondered only for a few seconds if Twig and Molochai were really just going to leave him there half dead, before his world went completely black.
Memory Scene ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Memory Scene
Nothing gasped at the memory but shook it off when he noticed that the van was no longer following him. He slowed down slightly and realized how drained his body was. It hadn’t had enough time to heal itself before he started running, though he wasn’t sure how he had gotten from the river in New Orleans to a field just outside Missing Mile. He didn’t question it as he stumbled through the wooded area. He knew this area now. Just beyond the trees was a grave yard that had Ghost’s grandmother grave. Then just down the hill was Steve and Ghost’s house.
Pushed forward by the new information his brain had just registered he sprinted out of the woods and tripped over a grave stone and tumbled down the hill head first coming to a stop at the bottom. He laid their for a moment before he lifted his head instantly getting extremely dizzy and his vision blurring slightly. But his vision and the dizziness faded away instantly when he seen the house that was just a few feet from him. He stood up on shaky legs and limped across the rest of the field and the road, not even checking to see if any cars were coming. He had been through enough that day already that he figured getting hit by a car wouldn’t make matters any worse for him.
When he finally reached the front lawn of the house he had longed to see for two years he felt all the pain, dizziness, and nausea come crashing down on him. He stumbled a few steps and then fell face first on the front steps. He closed his eyes and let his body go limp. He wondered if anyone was actually home, but didn’t have the energy to even call for someone. He felt his eyelids get heavy and finally close the world around him slowly fading to nothing. The last thing he remembered before passing out completely is Laine’s gentle voice talking to him:
“Everything will be okay Nothing. They’ll be here soon and they will take care of you.”
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Like I said before… Chapter Four: Welcome Home… Part One… will be up within the next few days… But before then I might put up some of my other fics…But I doubt it… They are all kind of pointless…
Now I have to run to go and be tormented by a bad Will Smith movie… *bangs head on desk top* I wish I could just stay home and talk to my koi… Eric is so much more interesting then any stupid movie could ever be… Even Harry Potter… And if you know me… That’s saying something!
~~LATER DAYZ~~
Anyways… Nothing other then I was completely bored yesterday with nothing to do and so … I wrote the third chapter to my Lost Souls / Drawing Blood Crossover Fic… I beat up one of my favorite characters… I can’t believe I did that! But I did and I can’t take it back…
Enjoy this part of the fic, which I am calling On The Long Road Home Saga and I’ll update again in a few days with Chapter Four… the start of the Welcome Home Saga…
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Working Title: Lost Souls / Drawing Blood Crossover or Missing Mile / Mystery Mile
Rating: Right now probably PG-13... I plan on it getting up to R or NC-17 though
Characters Mentioned: Steve, Ghost, Ann, Jess, Nothing, Kinsey, Zach, Trevor, Eddy, Calvin, RJ, Terry, Laine, Twig, Molochai, Zillah, and Christian
Summery: Ghost and Steve return to Missing Mile to find Nothing laying on their door step bloody and broken. Zach and Trevor start to fix up the house on Violin road. All of them brought together by one common thing: A spirit that seems to not want to leave Missing Mile or the five boys in peace!
CHAPTER THREE: On the long road home… Part Three
Nothing couldn’t shake his two attackers. He tried using what strength he had from his vampire jeans to push them off but it was no use. They had the upper hand, not only in experience but in size as well. Nothing felt blood dripping down from a wound on his head and found himself getting dizzy, his vision starting to fail him.
He glanced up one more time into the faces of his last two family members. Twig was wearing a frown that creased his forehead, and Molochai was sneering enough to make himself look more intimidating then Zillah had ever dreamed to look. Nothing winced slightly at the memory of his father and lover. He was the cause of all his suffering now. Even though he was no longer among the living, he still haunted Nothing’s life.
Nothing’s vision went completely black and his body fell into a heap on the muddy ground of the river bank. His mind swam with all different colors. The blues were to bright for Nothing and he shied back from them. The oranges, yellows, and reds, all swirled together to form the most brilliant fire lights Nothing could ever remember seeing. He felt his mind body float towards the fire light and drift through it. He found himself falling, he wanted to stop, but his body wouldn’t listen to him. He saw nothing but the yellows, oranges, and reds, that had created the fire light. The light was making a whirl pool effect that was sucking him down faster and faster. He could see the end off the whirl pool, a lone house sat in the middle of a field. He had never seen the house before but he knew that he wasn’t going to like what was inside.
Nothing fell through the roof but didn’t damage the roof in any way. He floated down and found his feet touching the floor. He looked around finally noticing that the stinging in his head was gone, he reached up and found that the wound was gone. Once he had stopped examining his body for any wounds he took noticed of the room, or what would pass as a room in any normal house. There was nothing but dust in the room, no furniture, no people, just dust, and what he figured was a blood stain in the door way. Nothing felt his stomach clench at that, he hadn’t had anything filling to eat in almost a month. That was how long he had run from Twig and Molochai.
Nothing shook those thoughts out of his head and turned around to start to explore the house. But when he turned around he started into the eyes he hadn’t seen in almost four years. The boy looked just as Nothing had last remembered him, his throat torn out, his shirt ripped open, his eyes blank, bottom lip slip, and shoes missing. Nothing’s heart clenched hard. He could feel the tears that he had refused to fall that night coming to his eyes. His best friend, the first person he killed, the first person he cared for, was standing in front of him. Nothing couldn’t hold back his emotions and flung his arms around the boy’s neck and buried his face into the boy’s shoulder his tears falling freely down his face.
“Laine, it’s you, it’s really you!” Nothing cried his voice horse with non-usage and from the tears that were freely falling down his face. Laine just stood there, his eyes had closed but he did nothing else. Nothing pulled back to look into his friends face and fell down to his knees. “Laine, forgive me please! I didn’t want to do it, if I could go back in time and do it all over again I would have never left home.” Nothing set his hands on Laine’s hips and rested his head against the boy’s stomach. He couldn’t hear any heart beat. And some how that made him smile. I’m dead, he thought to himself with a wide smile on his face, I’m dead and I can be with Laine again and no one is going to part us. Not Zillah, not Christian, not anybody. Nothing’s smile faded slightly when he felt Laine’s hands rest on his head. He looked up and his smile disappeared completely. Laine’s eyes were still closed but there were tears falling down his face.
“You aren’t dead Nothing. You are still laying on that river bank, unconscious and bleeding. You wont die their, I wont let you.” Nothing blinked as Laine smiled and kneeled down in front of him. “You are my best friend Nothing. Even in death I can’t let that go. Even knowing you were the one who killed me, I can’t forget that. I followed you because I loved you. I still love you. And I want you to live Nothing.” Nothing closed the distance between himself and Laine and kissed the boy’s lips. They were nothing like he remembered. This lips were cold and chapped. The lips he loved were soft and tasted of freshly smoked pot and cherry lip gloss. Laine was the one who pulled back first starting into Nothing’s eyes with a soft let sad look. “You wanted forgiveness. I’ll give it to you on one condition.” Nothing nodded and wrapped his arms around Laine burring his head into the boy’s neck.
“Anything Laine. Just tell me what I have to do.” Nothing’s voice was just above a whisper. He didn’t want to leave Laine but knew he couldn’t stay much longer. He could feel a pull on his mind and heart and knew that something or someone else was waiting for him. Laine pushed Nothing and cut off their contact, standing up and looking down at Nothing. Nothing looked up at him with hope and love in his eyes, he knew because he could see the same look reflecting in Laine’s eyes.
“You have to face your father and deal with what you truly are. You are not a monster like they are Nothing. You do not kill just because you can. You kill because you need to, you can not live without the blood of humans. That is your eternal curse. No one can separate you from that, not even death.” Laine took a step back and Nothing had to close his eyes to shield himself from the bright white light that came from Laine’s body. When Nothing could finally open his eyes again he expected Laine and the room to be gone. But instead the room and Laine were still there, but they had changed. Laine was no longer covered in his own blood and he shirt was no longer torn. He was dressed just like Nothing remembered seeing him that night in the road. Laine’s shoes were even back on his feet. And the room, Nothing gasped at seeing the room and hearing the music playing. He knew the room and he knew that music. The room was Laine’s bedroom, but it also had some of Nothing’s old things in it, things he had left in his adopted parents house. The music, Nothing jumped up when the realization slammed into him. Laine must have seen the shock cross his face because he laughed and flopped down on his bed. “You know I got attached to this band. Reminded me of you every time I listened to it. Probably will forever.”
It was Lost Souls? Ghost and Steve’s band. The band he had left home to find. Nothing smiled and walked towards Laine but Laine held up a hand stopping him in his tracks. Laine then pointed to the door way that had blood stains on the bottom frame. Nothing looked towards the door way for only a moment and then back to Laine but Laine and his room was gone. The only thing left in the room was a message on the wall written in what looked like blood and was dripping, showing that it was still wet.
We Are Not Afraid
Nothing smiled remembering the lyric from one of Lost Souls?, songs. He took a deep breath and smiled and then headed through the door frame and into a long hall way. The hall way was just as dusty as the front room had been but had a creeper look to it. As Nothing walked down the hall he noticed a few doors were shut with red X’s on them. He figured they were locked and he couldn’t get into them. But the last room in the hall way wasn’t shut. Nothing noticed that it actually didn’t have a door at all. He walked towards the room and the smell of musty blood could be smelled, along with a mint smelling liquor. He knew that smell. It was the smell of the small apartment in New Orleans that his father had been killed in. He stepped up to the door and sure enough laying on the bed twirling a knife in his right hand was Zillah.
“So you finally showed up. You know it’s not nice to keep someone waiting Nothing.” Nothing wanted to take a step back at the tone, a harsher tone then Nothing had ever heard his father use. But he didn’t step back, he took a step forward and that brought him to stand right at the foot of the bed. Zillah’s eyes were burning into Nothing’s skin but he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want to look away. Nothing was about to open his mouth when the knife was flung at him. With out thinking about it Nothing caught the knife and threw it down on the bed the blade burring into the mattress. Nothing kept his eyes locked onto Zillah’s, his own eyes narrowing. Zillah had been smirking when he threw the knife but now, his smirk was a deep frown.
“I don’t care. I’ve lived without you for two years now, and fifteen years before that! I don’t need you Zillah! I never did.” Zillah’s eyes had widened and then softened before he vanished in a puff of gray smoke. Nothing took a deep breath and turned to leave the room to go back to see if Laine was there again. But something in the corner caught his eye.
A women was curled in the corner holding her stomach and looking up at Nothing. Nothing could see the blood dripping down her legs and he ran to her side in a second. He kneeled down next to her and the women smiled up at him. The women reached a hand up and rested it against Nothing’s cheek. He blinked for a moment before the word came to his mouth.
“Mother.” His voice was soft, tears running down his face. The women smiled and nodded. She stroked Nothing’s cheek Nothing leaning into the touch. He closed his eyes and let the tears fall freely down his cheeks. The women tried to sit up but stopped herself wincing in pain.
“My baby, you’ve grown up so much. Did Christian take good care of you? Have you found your father? Did you give him hell for me?” Her voice was soft and sweet but laced with fear and tears. Nothing opened his eyes and smiled softly. That was all she needed. His mother’s eyes closed and her hand fell back to her body.
“Mother, don’t leave me!” He cried and reached to pull her to his body but before his hands even made contact with the women’s body she disappeared. He slumped against the wall where her body once laid and started to cry. He didn’t want to be there anymore. He would have rather faced death by the hands of Twig and Molochai. He was so lost in his own self loathing that he hadn’t noticed the man leaning against the closed closet door. What he did notice was the hand that was petting his head trying to calm him. He looked up and gasped.
“Jess was a wonderful women. She wish nothing more in death then to make sure that you were happy, well taken care of, and of course, that you found your father. Her spirit can now rest in true piece knowing that you had all that.” Christian said looked not at Nothing but at the wall opposite them. Nothing looked over and blinked looking at the wall. There was nothing of interest on the wall, but Christian’s eyes hadn’t left it. “Zillah wasn’t the best father for you, but he did take care of you. Didn’t he?” Christian finally looked down at Nothing who was kneeling and looking down at the ground. Nothing shook his head and then nodded. “He didn’t yet he did. You loved him, or thought you did. Many have fallen to his charm. Jess did, Ann did, even I did. But you Nothing.” Christian kneeled down to look Nothing in the eyes and smiled faintly, “You stood up against that charm. You were the only one in the world who resisted those eyes of his. I might not have been your birth father, but right now. I could not be more proud of you.” Nothing felt his eyes get wet again and he just let the tears fall. His mind was on over drive. He didn’t know how much more he could take.
“You were more like a father to me then Zillah ever was. And if there is one thing I will never forgive Steve and Ghost for it would be taking you away from me.” Christian smiled and pulled Nothing into a hug, Nothing fisting Christian’s shirt. Nothing then noticed the one thing that was missing on Christian that had been on all the other spirits. “Christian, why aren’t you covered in blood like all the others?” Christian smiled and stood back up Nothing falling back onto his knees.
“It’s because I died with no regrets. I had lived a long life and I knew that you were in good hands. You could fully take care of yourself. You no longer needed me to watch over you like you were a new born. So I died happily. I was not tormented in death by anything. Zillah will forever relive his death and the death of all those he has killed, Ann will relive her torment of her failed birth over and over again. This is the price they pay for the lives that they have lived. You have saved two souls today Nothing. You have set Laine free, though I believe he will wait here for you until you return for him. And you have set your mother free. Jess’s soul has been waiting here a long time. Now she can reunite with her father and me in the other world. Where we will wait for you, but don’t think that this means you can join us any time soon. You have a full life to live. Live it to the fullest.” With that Christian kissed Nothing’s head and faded away into nothingness. Nothing stared at the spot for a few moments before trying to stand.
The blackness came over him faster then he could blink. He felt as if he was falling again and he hated the feeling. The fire lights were back but this time whirling in the opposite direction. Like it was spitting him out. And that was exactly what it was doing. It was spitting him back out. He didn’t recognized the surroundings that his body was standing in. Standing, Nothing thought as he felt his mind and heart return once more to the shell of his body, wasn’t I laying by the river bank? Nothing could have bet that he had been laying on the ground by the river bank when he had left his body. He blinked open his eyes and looked around him, he noticed a green sign in front of him:
Missing Mile
5 Miles
Nothing blinked again and shook his head but stopped when a sharp pain went through his skull. He reached up and touched his head and then pulled his hand away, his hand was covered in blood. He frowned and heard yelling from behind him. He knew those voices and didn’t have to turn around to see if he was right. He ran, faster then he had ever run before. He ran through corn fields and fields of wild flowers that were in the middle of blooming, and grass fields that had been over run with weeds of old wheat stocks. He could hear the tires of the black van he knew was following him and then the curse as the van got stuck in a ditch. Nothing didn’t look back though, he just kept running. He wondered briefly why he was running away from Twig and Molochai before the memories came crashing back into his head making him trip and almost fall over a twig in the field.
Memory Scene ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Memory Scene
Nothing was leaning against the front seat of the black van, Twig and Molochai were sitting up front passing a bottle of fresh blood back and forth between the two of them. Twig had handed it back to Nothing so the boy could take a drink and Nothing took the bottle, but before he could put the bottle to his mouth it was slapped out of his hands by Molochai who’s eyes had become so red with furry Nothing was sure a blood vain had popped in his head.
“What really happened to Zillah? I know you lied about you killing him. You didn’t have the fucking guts to kill that punk boy we forced you to kill when we first picked you up, let alone your own father.” Nothing’s eyes had gone to the size of saucers, and Twig’s eyes had darkened to a deep red. Nothing gulped and moved back so his back was against the rear door, but the door was yanked out from behind him causing him to fall backwards and bang his head on the pavement of the parking lot the van was parked in. His head instantly splitting and a trail of blood coming from the wound. Molochai was glaring down at him from his spot on Nothing’s right side while Twig kneeled down on his left. Nothing felt trapped and knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get up and away fast enough.
“It was though two musicians wasn’t it? The ones you had us go look for in that shit hole of a town back in North Carolina.” Nothing just stared up at Twig unblinking. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The two men who had treated him like a younger brother for the past two years were now looking at him as if he was the ugliest and dirtiest thing on this planet. He gulped and clenched his eyes shut willing them to go away with his mind. Molochai was having none of that though and yanked Nothing up by the front of his black Lost Souls?, t-shirt. Nothing felt nauseous and bit his bottom lip in an attempt not to hurl the contents of his empty stomach onto the two pissed off vampires shoes.
“I bet you let those two kill Christian and Zillah. I bet you sat there and watched. What were you planning on doing, killing us and then running off with them? Did we ruin your plans when we woke up and you wanted to save your precious friends? You lousy good for nothing brat! After everything Zillah did for you, you go behind his back and pull this shit? Twig get the bat.” Nothing’s eyes few open at the last words, he had been fisting and un fisting his hands since Molochai had started to talk. None of what he had said was true. He had woke up when Steve had climbed onto the bed to stab the knife into Christian’s chest, but he was still to weak to move. He would have stopped Steve and Ghost was killing Zillah if he could have moved, right? He had thought that was so, though now he wasn’t so sure. Did he mental plan to kill Twig and Molochai too and then leave with Steve and Ghost? Would Steve and Ghost even let him go with them had he done that? Nothing didn’t have any more time to think of that when a bat was swung and crashed into his lower back, causing Molochai to let go of his shirt and caused him to fall forward onto the pavement. Nothing had held out his hands to stop his fall but had ended up breaking his left wrist in the process. He felt the bat come down onto his lower back three more times before the bat broke, some of the pieces burring themselves into his skin and shirt.
He felt a steal toe boot ram into his side, right under his rib cage before he heard the van start. He just laid their for a few seconds before his face was lifted up by someone grabbing his hair. He wasn’t sure anymore if it was Molochai or Twig.
“This is just the beginning Nothing.” The voice said before his head was let go and it slammed back into the pavement. He felt his nose crack and he knew it had broken, he could feel the blood pouring down from it and down to his mouth, the blood tasted like dirt and grime. Nothing guess cause of the pavement. He felt his body be lifted and then flung into the back of the van his back slamming into the small fridge that he had bought while in New York so they could store more blood, so they didn’t have to go out and kill as often. He had thought it was a good idea up until that moment. He was cursing himself for buying the thing.
He felt the van moving and curled up into a ball knowing that he was going to be killed in the worse way possible. He wondered just for a moment if Twig and Molochai were going to rip him apart and store him into bags and put them in the small fridge to eat later or if they were just going to throw what they didn’t want into the river like Christian had done to the victims he had killed.
He didn’t know how long they were driving for just that when the van had stopped he felt his heart sink into his stomach and he again felt the need to throw up whatever was in his stomach, though he figured all that would come up would be his still beating heart.
He didn’t have anymore time to think on that when the rear door was opened and Twig and Molochai had both grabbed one of his legs and pulled him from the back of the van. They didn’t stop pulling when he reached the end of the van and he felt himself fall to the ground feeling a sharp pain shoot up his back, he was glad that he had sat up to attempt to fight off Twig and Molochai though he was to weak for that now, he had only hit his tail bone on the hard ground. Though the pain shooting up his back wasn’t to pleasant, he figured it was better then having landing right on his back and head. Twig and Molochai dragging him to the bank of the river and stopped. They both looked around and Nothing stared up blinking up at the sky, his eyes had gone out of focus and all he could see was color and movements, though all the movements seemed to be in slow motion.
“He’s completely out of it. Let’s go and get some food and maybe some drinks and then come back for him tonight. Killing him during the day might just attract unwanted attention.” Molochai’s voice rang in Nothing’s ears before he heard steps walking away from him and the distant sound of an engine starting. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the black spot that was the van was leaving. He wondered only for a few seconds if Twig and Molochai were really just going to leave him there half dead, before his world went completely black.
Memory Scene ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Memory Scene
Nothing gasped at the memory but shook it off when he noticed that the van was no longer following him. He slowed down slightly and realized how drained his body was. It hadn’t had enough time to heal itself before he started running, though he wasn’t sure how he had gotten from the river in New Orleans to a field just outside Missing Mile. He didn’t question it as he stumbled through the wooded area. He knew this area now. Just beyond the trees was a grave yard that had Ghost’s grandmother grave. Then just down the hill was Steve and Ghost’s house.
Pushed forward by the new information his brain had just registered he sprinted out of the woods and tripped over a grave stone and tumbled down the hill head first coming to a stop at the bottom. He laid their for a moment before he lifted his head instantly getting extremely dizzy and his vision blurring slightly. But his vision and the dizziness faded away instantly when he seen the house that was just a few feet from him. He stood up on shaky legs and limped across the rest of the field and the road, not even checking to see if any cars were coming. He had been through enough that day already that he figured getting hit by a car wouldn’t make matters any worse for him.
When he finally reached the front lawn of the house he had longed to see for two years he felt all the pain, dizziness, and nausea come crashing down on him. He stumbled a few steps and then fell face first on the front steps. He closed his eyes and let his body go limp. He wondered if anyone was actually home, but didn’t have the energy to even call for someone. He felt his eyelids get heavy and finally close the world around him slowly fading to nothing. The last thing he remembered before passing out completely is Laine’s gentle voice talking to him:
“Everything will be okay Nothing. They’ll be here soon and they will take care of you.”
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Like I said before… Chapter Four: Welcome Home… Part One… will be up within the next few days… But before then I might put up some of my other fics…But I doubt it… They are all kind of pointless…
Now I have to run to go and be tormented by a bad Will Smith movie… *bangs head on desk top* I wish I could just stay home and talk to my koi… Eric is so much more interesting then any stupid movie could ever be… Even Harry Potter… And if you know me… That’s saying something!
~~LATER DAYZ~~