A Dark Night

Disclaimor: The characters from the film "From Dusk till Dawn" belong to the awe-inspiring genius that is Quentin Tarantino. I just thought I'd strip Seth down to his skivvies for a little fun and got carried away, but who could blame me? I've always wondered just exactly where that tattoo stretched... *wicked grin*

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“A Dark Night”
By C.K. Blake

He sighed as he looked around the small bedroom. He sat on the small, hard bed, his elbows on his knees, his fingers on either temple slowly massaging them, and he wondered what in the hell had possessed him to believe that he could have found freedom in Mexico, in El Rae in particular. Oh, and then he remembered, he hadn’t been thinking. Richie had just managed a jailbreak, he was free, then there was the bank job, and the liquor store, the bank teller, and then that preacher and his family and then the Titty Twister. How could he forget the night that changed his life forever? What was worth going on without Richie to worry about? Richie, his little brother, the asshole that always looked up to him and always managed to fuck up in the worst way, but the same little kid, little asshole that just wouldn’t be left behind? His little brother, the kid he’d looked after for most of his life, and he’d killed him. No a fucking vampire stripper had killed him, but he’d pounded the stake home while Richie, or the thing that he’d become looked for an artery to pop. Was all of that three days ago?

He’d managed to bring down the price for his freedom in El Rae, and he’d given that preacher’s daughter enough to get her on her way. Still the money didn’t mean that much anymore, and that was something that Seth Gecko, former professional thief that always kept his cool and only killed when he had to, unlike his somewhat psychotic rapist brother, just couldn’t wrap his head around. The money didn’t matter anymore. So what did?

He reached out with his right hand, closing it around the gun under his pillow. He lifted it to his face, looked at it, and took the safety off and then he held it beneath his chin, his finger barely on the trigger. If he did it, he wouldn’t do it like a cop. He wouldn’t eat a gun, maybe blow his fucking brains out, but eating a gun was beneath him.

“God, this is all fucked up! What am I doing?” he said as he pulled the gun back and rested his right hand on the bed, before a strange sound came from the front door just down the hall, causing him to draw the gun and get up carefully from the bed.

‘Who would be knocking at my door? No one knows I’m here except for Carlos, and he knows enough to leave me the fuck alone right now,’ he thought as he made his way carefully to the front door, pulling aside the curtain and parting the blinds of the window next to the door. He let out a stunned breath, before he flipped the deadbolt, withdrew the chain, pulled the door open just enough, grabbed the girl by the arm and snatched her inside before shutting the door and throwing the lock and chain again.

He then turned to face the girl, Kate Fuller, with light brown hair, and hazel eyes, wearing a tee shirt, jeans and sneakers, his back falling against the door in need for something to support him, as the shock was just a little too much for him at the moment. He brought his right hand up, the base of the gun rubbing against his forehead as he stared at the girl in awe for a moment, then he shook himself and decided to take control of the situation.

“What are you doing here? I thought I was clear on the not needing company and about you going home,” he said.

“And where is home, Seth? My dad is dead and I… My brother’s gone. My dad sold out our whole life when my mom died and then you took us and now there’s nothing left for me. My whole family is gone! I think you kind of owe me,” the girl replied, her hazel eyes blazing as she took a step toward him.

He lifted a brow at her, and shook his head in disbelief. “Am I hearing you correctly, Kate? You think I owe you? What the fuck do I owe you? Yes I did take your family there. For that I’m sorry, yes, sorry. I lost Richie, and he was all I cared about in the world. I always had to take care of him and now he’s not here to take care of anymore. I fucked up, I know I did, but that doesn’t make me responsible for anyone else. And another thing, how in the hell did you find me?”

“It wasn’t that hard. I just asked for Carlos until I found the right one and since I’m your girlfriend he told me exactly where to find you. I thought you were above staying in a dump since you have all that money, and really, what is the appeal of Mexico anyway?” she said.

“Okay, let me get this straight, you told Carlos you were my girlfriend, and you’re what sixteen? Look, sweetheart, I’m thirty-six. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my time, and I’m a bastard, but I’m not a fucking bastard. This isn’t playing house and I’m not interested, so turn around, go back over the border or where ever the hell you want to go as long as it’s far away from me.”

The girl gave him an incredulous look before a determined light flickered in her pretty hazel eyes. “Eighteen as of yesterday, and who said anything about sex? You’re all I know here, and you’re the only thing left that I’m even remotely sure of in this world, except there is a God and vampires are real. I just saw my father turn into a monster and my brother kill him before I killed my brother because he was being eaten by a bunch of over grown bats. You’re all that’s solid to me anymore.”

He lunged for her, wrapping his arms around her and pinning her back against the wall, his body pressed firmly against hers. “If you’re my girlfriend that comes with certain obligations. Obligations that you don’t fully understand. Obligations that you aren’t ready for. Now go home, Kate. You don’t want me to be a part of your life. I don’t fix things. I fuck them up.”

“I am home,” she said firmly her hazel eyes locking with his dark brown gaze, and then he dipped his head and savagely took her lips in a kiss that took them both by surprise, his gun falling to the floor and by some miracle not going off.

When he pulled back, both of them gasping for air, he looked down at the girl, noticed the surprise in her eyes and something else…want. She wanted him. Maybe even needed him.

He couldn’t help the trembling in his voice as he asked, “What do you want?”

She took a deep breath, worried her lips between her teeth for a moment and instead of fighting against his hold on her, her hands found their way to his hips as she replied, “This…you now…home.”

In reply he leaned down and kissed her. His lips starting a violent assault on her lips before slowly becoming gentler, his tongue running across her lips, making her gasp, and taking advantage of this opportunity he slipped his tongue past her lips and tasted her, his tongue tracing over her gums and teeth and coaxing her tongue to meet with his, and she gave in with a moan as he pressed his growing erection against her, her young, supple body responding in spite of her lack of experience.

His arms loosened around her and his hands went to her hips, bringing her roughly against him, and her arms, finally free, roamed up his shirt covered chest, her hands roving over his shoulders to the back of his neck to tangle in his short dark hair as she arched up against him, wrapping her legs around his waist as he held her hips, his arms bulging as he supported her and blindly walked to his bedroom, not really caring that he was about to fuck this young girl on a small, shabby, hard bed.

He kicked his bedroom door shut behind him and headed toward the small bed, a bed similar to those found in cheap motels. His hands went to her thighs, and she uncrossed her ankles from behind his back as he held her up and then made a small sound of disappointment when he dropped her and she landed on the bed. She looked up at him through a curtain of tousled light brown hair, her lips plump and raw from his kisses, and then he was unbuttoning his black shirt, and revealing his chest, slightly hairy and his left side covered with a black tribal fire tattoo that also descended down his left arm and up the left side of his neck. He jerked the shirt from his arms and tossed it to the floor before he descended, catching her mouth once again and groaning when her hands gingerly touched his stomach and worked their way up, her fingers gliding over his chest and lingering at his nipples, slowly circling them before closing around them to lightly pinch them. He hissed and then his hands were pulling up her shirt, her arms going up to help him tug her shirt free before she realized just what he was doing.

Once he tossed her shirt to the floor her arms crossed over her chest almost as if to guard her bra covered breasts. He pulled back and stood up, then began pacing as he snapped, “God dammit, I knew it! I don’t like teases, Kate, I never have. I told you this wouldn’t work. Just leave, go away. Leave me in peace!”

“No! And I’m not a tease. It’s just… I’ve never…” she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

“Aw fuck, you’re a virgin. I guessed as much. Look honey, you’re not ready for a man, and when you are you’ll want the whole love and picket fences and kids and a dog package. I’m not a dog, kid, or picket fence kind of guy.”

“Fuck the picket fence!” she snapped and then she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra, slipped it from her arms and revealed her breasts, stopping him in mid pace.

He found himself kneeling before her, unable to explain how he got there so quickly as he looked up into her pretty face and said, “I’d rather be fucking you.”

She bent down, taking his face in her hands and kissed him, it was an awkward kiss and it lacked experience behind it, but it was the best kiss Seth Gecko had ever experienced in his life, despite his nose bumping against hers, and he leaned up until he was backing her down on the bed and was leaning over her, his bulge pressing into her. Her hand tentatively ran down his chest and stomach, and cupped his erection through his trousers. He reached down and covered her hand with his and began kissing down her throat, nibbling across her collarbone and then his mouth was on her left breast, while his left hand massaged her right breast and his right hand encouraged her to give him a little squeeze.

She moaned and arched her back and he lavished her right breast with the same attention, and let go of her hand as he began to kiss down her stomach and abdomen until he was at the button on her jeans and then he flicked it open and unzipped them. He pulled her jeans and white cotton panties down her curvy legs and she squirmed in anticipation as he slid his hands up her long slim legs and supple thighs, taking his time as he kissed her inner thighs, and dipped his head to kiss her where no other man had ventured before.

She bucked up against him as his tongue slipped within her and found the place that sent shivers up her spine and made heat pool deep within her stomach. He kept his eyes locked on her face, watching as her eyes squeezed shut, her head tossed back in abandon, her lips being nibbled on as she moaned and made some of the most exquisite and delicious sounds he’d heard fall from a woman’s lips. He couldn’t help the cock sure smile that twisted his lips as her hands clawed the sheets and she moaned his name, before she completely came apart and her juices flowed freely with the orgasm sweeping through her.

Her breath came out in raw pants as he kissed his way back up her stomach, chest, collarbone, neck, and finally his lips met hers, and she eagerly drank the taste of herself from his mouth, and moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as she grinded against his still clothed and aching hard on. He groaned and once again having to remove her legs, he stood up and looking down at the wanton creature lying in wait on his horrible excuse for a bed he lost all sense of control and what little morality he had. He quickly unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled them off, followed by his grey boxer briefs, tossed somewhere on the floor with her discarded clothes.

Aching need burned and raged through his veins as he settled between her legs once again, the tip of him brushing against her wet opening. He looked down at her, noticing the fear and desire battling in her eyes and he leaned down and kissed her neck before gently biting where her neck met shoulder and entered her, filling her completely. She arched against him and hissed in pain. He remained buried within her, letting her get used to the feel of him inside of her, and the weight of him on top of her. He leaned back and looked down at the girl, no woman, beneath him, and their eyes locked as she leaned up and caught his mouth, and moved a little. He pulled back and thrust into her again, and soon he’d built up a rhythm that pulled them both into the throws of something that neither expected, until she was shaking and convulsing around him and he was spilling deep within her, over and over, until he was spent, and had grown soft.

He collapsed on top of her, and once he regained some semblance of control he rolled off of her and possessively pulled her close against him. He buried his nose within her soft hair and nuzzled her scalp before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She rested up against his side, her left hand running up from his stomach to his chest and back down again, the both of them spent and tangled in the sheets of his shabby bed.

He looked down at her, a sated smile on his face, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of the incredible woman looking up at him. The same woman that had lost her entire family just three days ago. The young woman he and his brother had kidnapped, the same young woman that said he was home, and her hazel eyes were filled with need. He was needed again, and it felt good.

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“Seth,” she began hesitantly and this caught his attention, and so he looked up from the paperwork of the deal he was working on with Carlos, it was a weapons deal that would make well over four million. It was amazing the things that they’d discovered upon returning to the Titty Twister, and the dive had been turning up quite a profit ever since. In fact Seth and Carlos were probably the wealthiest men in Mexico.

He lifted a brow at her when she didn’t continue. “What Kate? I’m in the middle of a deal worth four million dollars, so make it quick baby, or better yet can’t it wait till tonight? I’m supposed to meet Carlos and the buyers in a couple of hours.”

She took a deep breath. “God, baby, I just… I think its time we left Mexico. We’ve got a ton of money, more than we could spend in a lifetime and I’m tired of bottled water and tequila and this god damned heat. Let this be the last deal and then let’s just leave.”

“And where would we go? Sure you could go anywhere, but have you forgotten that I’m wanted in the States? I could never go back. What, are you trying to leave me? Play a little house, do some fucking around and now you’re suddenly tired? So what, the last six months doesn’t mean anything to you? What happened to you needing me and me being there and I need you? You know what, fuck this. I should have known this would happen, it never fucking lasts. I should have learned it with Sheila when I caught the bitch cheating, dammit, since when have I been so fucking stupid?” he snapped, as he threw the paperwork down on the coffee table and got up, and walked toward her, then he grabbed her by the shoulders, tempted to shake her, but the frightened look in her eyes floored him, because Kate was anything but scared. She could be pissed off, passionate, feisty as hell, but she was never scared. She hadn’t been scared since that night at the Titty Twister.

“What? What the fuck is wrong, because you’re scared. I see it in your eyes and you’re never scared. Just tell me, Kate,” he said with a sigh before he let her go.

She took a deep breath as tears filled her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. “Mexico isn’t the place where I want to raise my kids, Seth. They deserve better.”

“Kids,” he said incredulously and just stared at her. “Kids, since when? We haven’t talked about kids… How long?”

“I don’t know. Two months. At least I’ve missed my period twice and I just took a pregnancy test, and… You’re going to be a daddy…” she said and then she looked at him desperately and continued, “We’ve got a lot of money, we’re millionaires, if you still want me around. You know maybe you could cut a deal with Carlos, you know have a dead body found near the border, one that looks kind of like you, but make it disfigured or something. Then we could go back to the states, anywhere, I don’t care…”

He cut her off with a kiss before she could continue any further, and drew her firmly against him, and when he drew back he looked at the trembling woman in his arms, and smiling at her replied, “Whatever it takes to keep you Kate.”

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He couldn’t help the smile on his face as he watched the little girl run across the yard and jump into the little inflatable kiddy pool. She was a doll with long dark hair, and hazel eyes. When she smiled his heart fluttered and when she pouted or cried he shamelessly gave into her every demand. He sighed as he reached for the glass of cold ice tea and took a long drink before setting it back down on the little table. He shook his head, wondering by what stroke of luck he’d been given a life so amazing. Sure it had taken nearly thirty-six years to do it right, but here he was four years later and living in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was a married man, with a beautiful little girl who’d turned three a week earlier… He was the luckiest man alive.

He heard the screen door open and fling closed and looked up to see his amazing wife take a seat in the rocking chair next to his, her hands resting on the prominent swell of her belly, as her eyes drifted to their little girl. He grabbed his glass of tea and passed it to her, and he looked from her to their daughter and back to her.

“God Mrs. Lindstrom, what in the hell did I do to deserve this?” he asked.

She took a sip of his tea and turned her hazel eyes adoringly to her husband. “I don’t know Seth, but I wouldn’t have done anything differently. But something has been nagging at me ever since we were married…”

He arched an eyebrow at her and asked. “And what might that be Kate?”

“Well,” she began, and worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “Where in the hell did you come up with the name Lindstrom when Carlos did us the favor of helping us relocate in the States?”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Daniel Lindstrom was my lawyer. Sure he was a shitty defense attorney, but his name did come in handy now didn’t it. Why? Got a problem with it?”

She shook her head and smiled at the antics of their daughter, Audrey splashing in the little pool. She then smiled and took Seth’s hand, bringing it to her swollen belly so that he could feel the small fluttering movements of their son. She sighed and closed her eyes, not thinking of Mexico or her dad or Scott or the vampires and the Titty Twister, she was looking to the future with her family, and Seth, the man she never would have been brave enough to dream of. The man who became her sole anchor in a time where nothing made sense. A man who needed a reason to live on one dark night, and she’d come as an answer to his unspoken prayer. One night could completely alter the lives of two complete strangers, and another dark night could bring those strangers peace…

End.

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