Chapter Four

Seth sat up in her bed, breathing heavily. She rubbed her forehead and sighed, somewhat relieved.
"What kind of damn dream was that?" she slightly questioned herself.


The now relieved woman decided to get out of bed nad search for the phonebook, she felt as if she had to find this Liam man. She sighed once more and headed over to the counter, where the phonebook was.


She had just sat down and began guessing the last name of the mysterious Liam when Evangeline woke up and walked over.
"What are you doing?" Evangeline asked, trying to peek at the phonebook.
"What the hell does it look like? Now what is his last name?"
"Who?"
"Liam, the man I told you to tell me about, now do what I asked and tell me what his last name is."
"Something like Trent, Trinity, Trint, I don't know. Now why do you need to find out, and how do you know his first name, you didn't last night from what I heard you saying."


Seth ripped out the page from the phonebook and slammed it closed as Evangeline went to grab it for herself.
"Well, I figured out what it was, and now I plan on going to see this Liam Trint, is that a problem?"


Seth stood up from her chair and glanced at her sister. "I asked you, is that a problem Evangeline?"
Evangeline shook her head, although Seth could tell she was a bit nervous. Seth totally ignored it and walked over to the dresser to get some normal clothes on.


"Well make sure you wear a coat, it seems like it might rain today, it's a little overcast." the blonde quietly said after a quick glance at her sister. Seth grabbed a nearby coat and began towards the door.


"I'll be back in a little while." she said, not bothering to look back, which left Eva speechless, and worried that he would be hurt by her usually angry and carrying a weapon sister. However, Seth didn't really care what Evangeline was thinking, Seth didn't even want to know, her mind was set on meeting the man again.


Seth rang the doorbell and hoped he was home. "What a shithole- I never would have thought he lives in a shack."


Liam walked outside to Seth. "Changed our hair again, have we? I swear you'll never deci-
"Shut up. I'm not her, I would have thought you had the brains to figure that out."
"So you're her sister or something? Is she still pissed about last night?"
"For crying out loud you damn idiot, that was me."
"Hm. Well come inside, it's going to be raining soon."


Liam took a seat on the cheap couch he had and looked over to Seth.
"So what do you want that would make you come over to my house when you already said I wouldn't see you again...?"


Seth froze, she honestly didn't know, it was mainly the dream that persuaded her to. Quickily she thought out an excuse though. "I've just, been wanting to become more aquainted with you, I guess you could say. You're-- interesting."


Liam stared at her for a few seconds until her expression got even more angered.
"What the hell are you staring at?" Seth growled.
"What? Oh, sorry. Why don't you take a seat?"


Seth sighed and sat down on the falling apart couch. Liam turned to look at her again. "So if you want to become more 'aquainted' with me as you say, why don't we get to know each other?"


Liam attempted to put his arm around Seth, however she pulled a knife out of her boot and held it up to his neck. "Try that again and I will kill you."


They both scooted away from each other and Seth still held the knife, just not so threatingly.
Liam finally decided to break the silence.
"Go on a date with me."
"What?!" Seth lost her cool and stood up from the couch.


"I think i'll be going now." she said, not looking back. "And no, I will not go on a date with you."
"And why not?"
"Because I won't."


Liam walked over to her and held her hand so she couldn't stab him with the knife.
"Go on a date with me." he smiled at her.
"No. And let go you bastard."


"Just one, and if you regret going on it, i'll let you kill me."
Seth's eyes widened, well it was a good deal.
"Fine."


"I knew you'd accept that. Tomorrow, 9 o' clock, the Mort Bar. Okay?" he smiled.
Seth pulled herself away and began to head home.


But would she regret it?

Chapter Three, Part Two

It certainly wasn't a pleasant dream. Seth woke up to quickily escape the torment for the revenge-bent spectors. However, after waking, a new feeling emerged. It was a feeling she wasn't used to, it was a mix between guilt, and fear. Seth got out of bed, and the feeling was luring her outside, calling to her, beckoning, though not as sweet as imagined. She quickily glanced over to Evangeline in the other bed before walking to the door. She was asleep, good. At least she hadn't had the mind to run away.


Seth opened the door, which made a slight creaking noise. Odd. she thought, Never did that before.
Like in the nightmare she'd just had, the air was different here too. It was still. The feeling got worse as Seth glanced around the lawn, making sure everything was in check, then she spotted him.


It was the man from not long ago. She felt his name was Liam, no... she knew his name was Liam, the feeling was unmistakingly believable. Her heart began to pound, was this a new feeling?


He waited for her to come to him, he smiled. "Hello darling. I came to check up on you, is everything okay?"
"Cut it out. What are you doing here?" she asked. The anger began to take affect.
"I came to check on you, you know.. because of the fire."
"What fire?" she spun around.




Liam seized the moment to put his hands around her waist. Still shocked, she didn't even bother to find a stick on the ground and stab him to death.
"You'll be safe with me, love." he whispered in her ear.
She wanted to stab him now, but she couldn't move, she was paralyzed with fear. Seth was afraid.


Seth finally got a hold of herself and managed to choke out in a whisper, "Evangeline.. we have to help her..."



Seth struggled to get out of his tight grasp, he wasn't planning on letting her go in there, never.
"What are you doing?! Let go of me you bastard!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Yes you can! Let me go!" she tried to get out of his arms again.


"But Seth, love..."


"... we're already dead."


But it was a dream... just a dream...

Chapter Three

Something about this place seemed familiar, like it was hidden deep inside her closed off memories, yet some of it was unknown, irrelevant, unusual. Even those people... standing at the end of the bridge... Seth knew them all as well, and yet they were total strangers in a sense.


There was a strange feeling going around in the air... these people. They were ghosts. Seth rubbed the back of her neck and slightly shook with fear. The best serial killer in the world... shaking with fear, or perhaps it was the eerie chill all around her.


"We will kill you." firmly said the one in front of all the others. "We will gut your organs out bit by bit and watch the birds tear apart your bloodied flesh right in front of us. There truly is no where to go... Seth. We are in charge of this murder, not you."


Seth tried to run farther, but she couldn't go any faster. The blood thirsty ravenous spirits came closer and closer...


They surrounded her, and stared at her as if they could kill her that way, slowing staring into the pit of her soul and ripping it out, piece by tiny piece. The headless one approached her, "You are to suffer the same fates as us!"


They started to rip her apart, and the dream stopped just then, although she felt she could still feel the pain. Was Seth feeling guilty?





(Tada! Its the ends of chapter three, I just wanted to post something of me talking here, and i wanr you if i say something that doesnt make sense its because im so freaking tired, ill post chapter four as soon as I can but school starts tomorrow and its 2:28 am here... if my writing is terrible when im tired, PLEASE let me know.
-LOONEYbear)

(Oh and there will be a part two to this dream, once i catch some sleep myself. :P)

Chapter Two

The beautiful blonde in the mirror felt like she wasn't herself. With the wig on and the new clothes, Seth looked different. Unlike the normal woman she was. And of course Eva loved every second of it.
"I'm hideous, you know? I look so-- common..." Seth said whilst partially sighing at the new reflection.



The youngest walked up to her gloomier than usual sister. "Seth.. you look cute. Besides you can't exactly be running around in bloodstained clothes trying to pick up a guy, right?"
"Hmph. I suppose."
"Not to mention you never did anything at all with your hair, and you even refused when I asked you earlier. And, you look so much nicer."



"Do you need any tips on what to do? I could help you--"
"No. You've done enough 'helping' as it is. I'm going to the bar on the other side of town. I'll be back, then you'll see how hard my job is, and I can prove how easy yours is."


"Okay then, Seth. You try to do that. and if in the end i'm so worthless, you can do everything yourself, hm?"
"Deal." Seth said as she began to walk to the front door. She had just gotten outside when Evangeline came too, probably to get the last word in the arguement.


"You can do this, Seth, don't worry."
"I'm not worried." Seth snapped back and then walked to the edge of the sidewalk, where she called a taxi.


After a 15 minute drive across town, Seth arrived at the Mort Bar. She hurriedly stepped out of the cab and into the bar.


It was quite lively, and Seth wasn't used to it. All these people, but whom to choose? She didn't have to choose, as a man came walking up to her.


The strange man laughed. "You really changed up your look from yesterday, haven't you? You cut and straightened your hair. It looks good."
Seth was confused, who the hell was he talking about? She gasped, was it Evangeline? How could she do that? Meet someone and not bring him home. Well, if she had an attachment to this guy, Seth would surely ruin it, on purpose.
"Thanks, ummm you..?" She stared at him cluelessly.


"Umm, me what?" he smiled and laughed. "You can tell me, remember? I'm not one of the drunks here."
"It's nothing. Now hold you tongue before I--" she laughed nervously, her personality didn't suit this act.
"Fiesty, aren't we? I know you said no flirting between us but now I can't help myself-"



"Well that's too bad. You're just going to have to anyways. I have to go."
"You'll be back tomorrow, right babe?"
"No."


She hurriedly left and took the taxi home. It was already nightfall, her favorite time of the day. Seth calmed down soon enough, well for the most part, when she knew Evangeline would be critisizing her.



"Didn't go to well did it? I know, i'm good right?" Evangeline popped up behind her sister and stretched. "Now admit im good at what I do." she cockily added while chasing he sister up the steps.


Seth paused. "No. I am going to try again until I get his right, I simply had bad luck tonight. Oh and sister...?"
Evangeline's already surprised eyes grew wider from her name being heard. "Yes?"
"In the morning, I want to tell me of a person you know... and didn't inform me about before. A man, about our age, blue and black hair, wears glasses... do you know of him?"
Evangeline grew quiet.


Seth became annoyed. "I said, do you know him?"
"Yes... I do. He's-"
"Quiet. I said tell me in the morning, perhaps then I won't be so angered with you." scowled Seth.


"Oh and have a pleasant night, Evangeline." she added, just as annoyed as before. Evangeline pulled on the covers, "Yes, good night."
Of course, both of them knew it wouldn't be a 'good night'.