Billie vs. Frankie, chapter 1
She turned and ran. Her ragged breathing echoed along the cold empty alleyway. It was the middle of winter and a thick mist was gathered as the clock stuck midnight. She heard footsteps moving faster behind her, she looked back.
There he was.
Blood splattered on his pasty white face, black-rimmed eyes and his hair haphazardly covering various areas of his face perhaps even blocking out part of his vision. It didn't matter as long as he caught up to her everything would be all right. He didn't really believe that of course but maybe just maybe everything would work out. Death wasn't irreversible there must be a way around it, a loophole or a deal with the devil? His heart was pounding and his head was throbbing. He had to explain to summer that he didn't murder anyone. It was an accident, he hadn't meant for it to happen, Frankie had run into the way of his spell. Billie hadn't seen him; she couldn't think he wanted to kill Frankie did she? How could she? Yes, it was true he loved her but he wouldn't hurt her boyfriend. He wouldn't risk her happiness for anything.
Summer looked back when she reached a crossroads. She turned so violently that she broke the heel on her shoe, grabbing its pair she ditched them backwards in the vague direction of Billie. She knew it had no chance of hitting him but she didn't care. At that moment in time, Summer just wanted to cause him as much anguish and pain as possible.
She sat down on the cold ground, tears streaming freely down her face, washing away her white make up and smudging her thick black eyeliner. Only now was Summer realizing how cold it was, she was wearing a short skirt, fishnet stockings, stilettos and a small tight top. Only minutes ago they had been planning on going out nightclubbing. Summer doubted whether she would ever want to leave the house again. Blinking away as many tears as she could manage she looked up to see a silhouette of her best friend Billie. He was clad in black from top to bottom; the only non-dark part was the bottoms of his Chuck Taylor's and very pale skin. By now his spiky jet black hair was blocking almost everything in front of his fluorescent green eyes and rather than resembling a vampire of the finest blood lines that he is, his frail frame looked even thinner than usual, with his face the state it was, he looked like a ghost.
Billie rushed up to her and saying that it was an accident and how he didn't mean for it to happen and that he was sure they would be able to undo his mistake. Summer just looked at him, stood up and turned to leave. After two or so steps turned around and punched him with as much force as her slender arm could gather, right in the face. Then quickly as she had hit him, pulled him close into a tight embrace and sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder.
She broke away after what had seemed like an eternity and immensely relieved that she did not hate him, Billie reminded her that they had indeed been in worse predicaments before. She stifled a laugh as they reminisced about the time they had almost been staked through the heart at the same time. Feeling ashamed with herself for even finding something remotely funny when the love of her life had just left her for what could quite possibly be forever, she realized she needed something to occupy her thoughts and so asked Billie what was he doing practicing killing curses anyway. He replied most unexpectedly that there had been a nasty wizard in the house taunting him with garlic, holy water and a lovely cross. He fired the curse though the wizard was ready for it, blocked it and when Billie had shot another hex Frankie had rushed into the room and was struck in the chest, instantly ripping his soul from his body.
There he was.
Blood splattered on his pasty white face, black-rimmed eyes and his hair haphazardly covering various areas of his face perhaps even blocking out part of his vision. It didn't matter as long as he caught up to her everything would be all right. He didn't really believe that of course but maybe just maybe everything would work out. Death wasn't irreversible there must be a way around it, a loophole or a deal with the devil? His heart was pounding and his head was throbbing. He had to explain to summer that he didn't murder anyone. It was an accident, he hadn't meant for it to happen, Frankie had run into the way of his spell. Billie hadn't seen him; she couldn't think he wanted to kill Frankie did she? How could she? Yes, it was true he loved her but he wouldn't hurt her boyfriend. He wouldn't risk her happiness for anything.
Summer looked back when she reached a crossroads. She turned so violently that she broke the heel on her shoe, grabbing its pair she ditched them backwards in the vague direction of Billie. She knew it had no chance of hitting him but she didn't care. At that moment in time, Summer just wanted to cause him as much anguish and pain as possible.
She sat down on the cold ground, tears streaming freely down her face, washing away her white make up and smudging her thick black eyeliner. Only now was Summer realizing how cold it was, she was wearing a short skirt, fishnet stockings, stilettos and a small tight top. Only minutes ago they had been planning on going out nightclubbing. Summer doubted whether she would ever want to leave the house again. Blinking away as many tears as she could manage she looked up to see a silhouette of her best friend Billie. He was clad in black from top to bottom; the only non-dark part was the bottoms of his Chuck Taylor's and very pale skin. By now his spiky jet black hair was blocking almost everything in front of his fluorescent green eyes and rather than resembling a vampire of the finest blood lines that he is, his frail frame looked even thinner than usual, with his face the state it was, he looked like a ghost.
Billie rushed up to her and saying that it was an accident and how he didn't mean for it to happen and that he was sure they would be able to undo his mistake. Summer just looked at him, stood up and turned to leave. After two or so steps turned around and punched him with as much force as her slender arm could gather, right in the face. Then quickly as she had hit him, pulled him close into a tight embrace and sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder.
She broke away after what had seemed like an eternity and immensely relieved that she did not hate him, Billie reminded her that they had indeed been in worse predicaments before. She stifled a laugh as they reminisced about the time they had almost been staked through the heart at the same time. Feeling ashamed with herself for even finding something remotely funny when the love of her life had just left her for what could quite possibly be forever, she realized she needed something to occupy her thoughts and so asked Billie what was he doing practicing killing curses anyway. He replied most unexpectedly that there had been a nasty wizard in the house taunting him with garlic, holy water and a lovely cross. He fired the curse though the wizard was ready for it, blocked it and when Billie had shot another hex Frankie had rushed into the room and was struck in the chest, instantly ripping his soul from his body.
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