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    Night Returning 3

    Story written on October 25, 2006 by New Dawn Fades.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=62996
    Author Notes:

    “…the more you taste me….the harder it will be for you…”

     

     

    “You are a liar…..”

     

     

    “You think so…Shane.”

     

     

    “Yeah I do….you saw me…and liked me….you like the way my blood tastes you like my miserable memories….you like the feel of me….you like my warmth….I know you do….”

     

     

    “Your arrogance, Shane it’s astounding…..I have no feelings, I have no cares, no worries….”

     

     

    “Lies again…….what was that….giving me some of your blood…this will help you for a little while….it’s what you said…”

     

     

    “More games…..”

     

     

    Flash of her blurred….and gone…..

     

     

     

     

    CH 7

     

     

     

     

    Days.

     

     

     Days go by.

     

     

     Nothing.

     

     

     I had a fever and it was 103 in the shade with the humidity. My hair sticking to me as I passed out flyers. The band playing those soulful mourning songs about death and missing you baby. I did not talk to anyone I didn’t have to. I drank whisky with the band between sets when it wasn’t too busy. And the madness was kicking in.

     

     

    I felt her watching me. I knew she was around. The shift in the air letting me know. I was pale, weak. I couldn’t eat even if I wanted too. Was she real? Did I make her up? Was I being haunted? Did a breeze mean it was her? There are no marks anymore. Nothing but tourists near Lafayette Cemetery.

     

     

    So I made up my mind, I was dying. She was done toying with me. Whatever she did to me was working. How many days had it been 5, 6….wasn’t sure of time.

     

     

    I sat in my room. I stared at the walls. Paint peeling, water seeping in from cracks in the ceiling, neighbors cursing at each in French or some broken version of French. The bottle empty, my mind empty, my soul crushed, my demon didn’t want me. I take the bottle smash it against the wall, and feel for the broken pieces. That blue green hue of the life lines, sharp jagged pieces…..

     

     

    Murmur in the air, ripples of wind, slates of rain making their way thru. And that laughing. I look out the window. The sky is purple with swirls of red, like cotton candy, or one of those ices melted and mixing together.

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    1. I just love Carmens character in this story…I’m picturing her the way she was in Supernatural…sooo hot. Agreeing with aisha about getting the whole picture. Waaaaay wonderful update!

    3. So, I’m reading, I’m reading, I’m reading, and I get this weird sense, like I’m being watched. If Carmen knows Shane’s thoughts, and I perceive through Shane’s thoughts and point of view, then Carmen knows the things that I’m thinking too! Like, she’s in my head. (hmm. maybe I need to sleep… like normal people do. normal people sleep.) It’s craaaazy. Anywho, great update (of course), and is the guy from NR2 the late Stan Rice? –wrote poetry, lived on first st. No? Well, that was myyy stab at it. I could be a mile off, but I can’t think of anyone else. :( (Maybe it’s one of the characters in an Anne Rice book from New Orleans, like Louis, but I haven’t read any of the books so I can’t really say. I’ll stick with Stan.) Thanks for the update.

    4. lol i was reading slow this time scared to scroll thinking the story will end. the journey has just begun, thats how i see it. wish i’d lisnd to my friend and read some anne rice. so ill pass dunno who the first st dude is. delicious update btw. *licks lips* lol

    5. tsk tsk tsk… i come and i die.. FANTASTIC!! your descriptions are amazing we get the whole picture in our head. thankyou for reading the comments. the story keeps getting better and better and better and i hope it never ends. i love the way you write. and i love your taste in music. this song suits the chapter very well. new dawn fades!!!… please dont stop writing…

    8. This is fuckin’ awesome!!! I just want more, ASAP!!!! ‘Nough said, Baby, I just want more!!!! Anyways, you’re doin’ a grade fuckin’ ‘A’ job here, keep it up and post soon!!! Like always from me, Baby-girl, LYLAS ;-p HoLlA aT mE!!!!

    9. You outdo yourself with every chapter. Absolutely brilliant. P.S. Bum, you don’t sleep either? Twinsies! Do you by any chance work in the medical profession?

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