Lucky lay in his room, gazing at the ceiling. His hands clenched behind his head, he struggled to find the answer to his question. He wanted to know if she could be the one for him, but how could she be? She was from the kind that he strove to hunt down, she was supposed to be the enemy. She is evil, they all were, evil blood suckers, they were unnatural, his head argued. But his heart felt different, she wasn't evil. She was just . . . Elizabeth. She was a special to him, already lodged a place in his heart.
She had asked him to leave her alone, but could he really? She looked so sad, so torn, as if she too, couldn't decide what was right. If they were meant to be.
He rubbed his eyes, he was too tired to think, too tired to wonder. Ever since he met her, his life became so mixed up, so unclear. He closed his eyes, "Just for a moment," he reasoned, "Just for a ---", he yawned as his mind drifted off into sleep.
~~~ Luke and Laura sat downstairs, wanting to talk but couldn't. They held back so much after all those years, it was hard to just open up and talk. It was past six, they hadn't eaten yet, having no appitite. Neither Lulu nor Lucky ventured out of their rooms yet. Luke's eyes wandered everywhere except on Laura, and it was the same with her. While roaming the room, her gaze landed on a recent photograph. Luke and Laura stood behind Lulu, each with a hand resting on her shoulder. They were dressed up, at some dinner party that Bobbie had thrown and she had insisted on a picture. Laura stood and picked it up, really looking at her daughter. On the surface, Lulu smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. And as Laura looked closer she saw how stiff she was, almost like she wanted to throw off the hands that were sitting on her shoulders. Her eyes were almost vacant, void of any feeling. When did she become like this? How could they not notice? Was Lulu right, were they so self-absorbed that they couldn't see what was going on in front of them? She put the picture back and turned, finding Luke eyeing her warily.
His lips curved in a small smile, he motioned for her to sit next to him. He gathered her in his arms and she snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest, his chin touching the top of her head. "So what's the verdict, darling? Is the princess right?"
Laura was silent for a minute, not wanting to get into it, but knowing that they had to. "I think that what she said had some merit. I don't want to believe that we were so neglectful that we forgot we had another child. But she pointed out that we didn't really know her anymore, and she's right.
We don't know if she's happy, how her last track meet went, who her friends are, and the list goes on." Laura pulled away from his embrance and looked at him eye to eye.
Luke tore his gaze away, not wanting her to see the pain in his eyes. She was right, as their daughter was right. They lived in the past, wanting something that could never be. Lucky was home with them now, but Luke knew that he would be leaving soon, leaving them in the same situation as before.
Things had to change. "I want to be a part of Lulu's life, Laura. I think we have to accept what can't be." He shifted his gaze back at her and said seriously, "Lucky will leave, you know this. He's only on a vacation and when he's gone, things will still be the same between Lulu and us. I don't want that. I want what Lulu and I used to have, I want to know what's going on everyday, I want our daughter to love us again." He wiped the tears that flowed from his wife's eyes.
Laura nodded, "Things need to change, and they will." She promised.
"You know it won't be easy, Lulu has spent years without our support, our love, we have to go slow, do it right." He leaned close and kissed her, "It'll be alright, Laura, once we've made up our minds, nothing can stop us."
"Yes, nothing can stop us." Laura said solomnly. They both went back to position that they were in before. Although neither said it outloud, they both wished that Lucky could stay with them, making them a complete family again.
~~~ Nikolas Cassidine stepped off his private jet and slipped on a pair of sunglasses.
He surveyed his surroundings and nodded. The wind blew his hair in all directions and whipped his jacket around his body. He ran a hand through his hair, trying unsuccessfully to smooth it down. He looked up and stared at the sky, a bright blue, cloudless. He enjoyed the sunshine and felt extremely lucky to be able to feel the rays on his face. He walked over to his waiting car and climbed inside.
"Home, sir?" His driver asked.
With a curt nod, they were off. He opened the window and let the cool breeze wash over him, boy it felt good to be home again.
~~~ Frisco drove his rental car through the familiar streets of Port Charles. It felt like old times, like nothing had changed, but he knew it wasn't the same. He passed by the park, the hospital, The Outback . . . All those places held some sort of memory for him, a piece of his past that could not be reclaimed.
For the hundredth time that day, he prayed that no one would recognize him. But then again, why would they? He hadn't been back in over twenty years, he was older, different. He clenched the steering wheel, his nervousness getting to him as he got closer to the heart of the city. He pulled into the Port Charles hotel parking lot. Turning off the ignition, he sat there and wondered if he made the right decision by coming back. They were happy, content, stable in their life without him. Maxie would be in high school, content with the life that she had. Georgie probably couldn't even remember him. Who was he to turn their life upside down? He got out of the car and took in a deep breath. He walked into the bustling hotel lobby and questioned himself on why he didn't take a room in some other place. But he knew the answer, he wanted familiar surroundings, a small connection that he still belonged here.
He went up to the check in desk and adjusted the glasses on his nose. The woman smiled and asked for his name.
On instinct he almost said 'Frisco', but held back as he returned her smile, "Frankie Jones." He took out his wallet and handed over a driver's liscense.
"Mmm." The woman typed his name in the computer and noted the room he'd be in. "Room 354." She turned and retrieved a key, handing it over, she gave him a welcoming smile, "Enjoy your stay."
Frisco took the keys and said, "I think I will. Thanks." He turned and headed for the elevators. He waited patiently for the next car to arrive and glanced around. The elevator dinged, indicating that the doors would open. He stood aside to let the others off first before stepping into the car. He pushed for the third floor and the key slipped through his fingers.
Muttering a curse, he bent over to pick it up. Lifting his head he thought he saw his ex-wife enter the lobby. Before he could get a second glance the doors closed, leaving him wondering again if he made a mistake in coming here.
~~~ Lulu leaned against a nearby tree, watching as the people around her had fun. There was a bush party in a nearby camping ground that she heard about. She had snuck out right after talking to her parents. Spilling out her inter-most feelings upset her more than she originally thought. She changed into a pair of red leather pants and a blue tankini. She wore a thin jacket to cover her already goosebumpy skin. She glanced at her watch, it was almost eleven, she could leave if she wanted to, but didn't have the urge to go home yet. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled at a girl who stumbled past her. She smelled of booze and cigarette smoke. Lulu could've went next to the fire, but didn't want to be around a huge crowd.
"Hi."
Lulu jumped, momentarily startled.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He apoligized, stepping out of the shadows.
"That's okay." Lulu smiled when she saw who it was.
Darren Jackson was one of Cindy's older brothers. He was cute, with ash-blonde hair and mysterious grey eyes. He was also on the track and field team. Lulu used to have a huge crush on him, but she knew better now. He was two years ahead of her in school and was a well known casanova. They never talked much, just the occasional 'hello'. She didn't think that he hung out with this kind of crowd. Then again, she didn't think she hung around this crowd, either.
He stopped two feet away from her, staring at her face. The firelight cast shadows across her features, making her seem lost and alone. He stuck his hands in his jeans and cleared his throat. He never had trouble talking to girls before, so why did his tounge feel like glue whenever he was around Lulu?
She smiled, an action that lite up her face, with or without the firelight. "So what are you doing here? I didn't think you hung out with this crowd."
His grey eyes sparkled, as he replied, "I could ask the same of you."
She laughed, "That's fair." She crossed her arms, "But I asked first."
This time, it was he who laughed. She was always different from the other girls, outspoken, independent, free. "I was invited. By a friend. You?"
She shrugged, "It's my crowd."
A look of surprise crossed his face, "Since when?"
"Since I wanted them too." She seemed almost defiant, daring him to say anything different.
He didn't know what to say to that, taking it as a sign that she wanted to be alone, he smiled and said, "I guess I'll go and find my friend. See you around, Lulu." He turned and started to walk away when he heard her soft voice.
"Wait." He looked at her and she continued, "I'm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now. My parents don't like me hanging around them either." She looked down and studied her shoes, "I would like the company, if you're not . . ."
"Yeah, I'd like the company too." He interrupted, thrilled that she wanted to be with him. He went back and they sat, their back's against the tree. They didn't look at eachother, they just talked. And for the first time in a long time, Lulu felt like her old self.
~~~ Liz roamed the streets, looking for her next meal. It wasn't the nicest way of phrasing it, but it was true. The better she understood the difference between her and Lucky, the better off they'll both be. She slipped on a black touque, keeping her hair in one place. Her black sweatshirt and jeans made her seem like a stalker, which was fitting because she was. She went to Courtland Street, a part of town where she knew where all the drunks and addicts went. These were people who wouldn't remember her. She would be part of a dream.
She stopped and eyed two prostitutes, talking at the corner. Behind them was a lonely man, he was carrying a bottle of liquor, drinking himself to a stupor. He wore a worn out looking suit, and no shoes. Other than the dirt was smeared all over his face, he could pass for a regular guy. This was her next target. First she had to get those women to leave. She glanced around and spotted a dead cat. Liz went to it and picked it up. The body was still warm, it must not have been there for a while, although her sensitive nose had already begun to pick up the scent of decay. Looking over her shoulder, making sure no one was watching, she tore at it's skin, making the blood ooze from the wound, then she threw the cat towards them. Even though they were at the other end of the street, the cat directly in front of them. Blood splattered on their legs, and they stared in horror at the bloody carcuss. They looked at eachother and ran off screaming.
Undaunted, the man stared at them and laughed. He took another swig from the bottle and watched a woman come towards him. She was pretty, very petite. He wondered if she was a hooker. She certainly didn't dress like one. He wiped his mouth and smiled as she approached, "Hello."
"Hi." She regaurded him with interest, "Are you going to finish that?" She pointed to his drink.
He lifted it and offered a drink. "What the hell."
She took a swig of it and said, "I see why you like this stuff." She handed it back to him. He finished off the rest and grinned, a mouth of rotting teeth. "I could get you some more." She offered.
"Why?" He asked suspisously.
"Because I want something from you, an exchange if you will."
"What do you want?"
"Do you want more liquor, or don't you?"
"Are you a cop?"
Liz sighed, "No more questions. My offer is withdrawn." She began to walk away when she heard him cry out.
"No, wait! Miss, I'll give you whatever you want."
She turned and looked at him, "I have your word on that?"
He nodded vigourously, "Yes, yes."
"Done." She stared hard at him, "Don't move. I'll be back."
He sat there dumbfounded, wondering who this girl was and what she wants. He had meager belongings, and yet he sensed that she knew that. A few minutes later, he saw her coming back, a bag in her hand. She made good on her promise. If this was such a good deal, why did he feel like he just made a deal with the devil? He reached for the bag, but she kept it out of reach.
"Ah, ah, ah." She wagged her finger at him, "We made a deal, remember?"
"What do you want from me?" He asked, his voice shaking.
Her eyes glowed, like sapphires. "Your blood."
His eyes widened. "What?" He sputtered.
In a flash he saw the changing features, she was no longer human. She set down the bag and advanced. "Stay still, or it will hurt." She warned, before jumping on him. He felt a poke in his neck and then felt her warm lips pressed against his flesh. He closed his eyes and found that he enjoyed this sensation. He felt a draft, as her lips left his skin. His eyes felt heavy as he saw her change back. He blinked several times to clear the image but failed. "Sleep." His eyes felt so heavy . . . at last he gave up and closed them, escaping into oblivion.
Liz placed the bottle in the man's hand, when he awoke, he would remember nothing. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Forget me."
Taking a look around, Liz started to walk away, but stopped. She felt like she was being watched. Scanning her ears around her, she heard nothing out of the ordinary. She shrugged and kept going. But her feeling of unease did not go away.
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