Necropolis

Jo glanced briefly at the clothes Kev left. If he thinks I'm gonna wear those... She yawned, stretching out on the couch and pulling the blanket up over her shoulders. There was a comfort to the place she wasn't used to, but she liked it. She shifted into the couch and fell asleep.

"Adara's at a hotel; she needs a ride." Kevin's voice entered into Joanna's dreams, giving her a strange mix of fantasy and reality. By the time she opened her eyes and became at least semi-conscious, Kevin had already gone back to his room. Mev was yawning and looking sleepily at the gun in his hand. He stood up, and a loud jingle announced that he had dropped the keys. He swore under his breath and fumbled around, trying to maneuver the flashlight Kev had left him. He finally found the keys, then slowly made his way to the door.

Jo watched all this while still trying to differentiate between the real world and her dreamland. As Mev closed the door behind him, not taking any care to keep it quiet, she found herself still exhausted but unable to go back to sleep: an annoying state of existence she knew all too well these days.

Dave climbed into the van, he saw Keri climb in tears pouring from her eyes. he smiled weakly and kissed her forehead, she blinked a bit surprised then turned slightly red. Derrick watched from the back.

Dave turned on the radio, he needed to think. Alot of what Derrick has said, had been true, but how could he forget past as he was falling in love with her once again all over again.

He knew the nearest was The Doubletree so that was on Robertson street roughly. He accelerated down the road. The hotel was oldest in Ashville a mid thirties building. It was spanning four floors. The building was wide and had just gone through some fixing. It was one of the oldest building in Ashville area alot were now modern. It had some modern facilities like a swimming pool but overall it was just the same old building. It was a four star with outstanding services or so he heard. No one talked, the friendliness had vanished.

Dave sighed, prison had been so much easier than trying to fix problem here. She was crying still he could hear her. He sighed and stopped at the traffic lights.

They don't know what's so fun about shooting an empty can of beans with a rifle--is it the way the can jumps into the air on a successful hit, the soft plink of the bullet contacting the can? Or is it the knowledge that despite the naturally violent nature of the gun, they are doing no harm.

The two boys were miles away from Ashville, from any human contact, really. They'd driven out into the country by themselves, as they had countless times before; but this time was different. This was the first time they'd been without their parents. Cameron's sixteenth birthday was only three days earlier. He'd driven them out there. They'd brought their rifles with them, Kev with his 17 HMR Savage and Cameron with his 30.06 Mossberg.

PLINK!

"Nice shot man," Cameron says as the can falls yet again. As Kevin works the bolt on his rifle, ejecting the still-smoking cartridge from the receiver, Cameron walks out into the field to retrieve the can and set it back up onto their favorite stump. It is chipped and riddled with old bullet holes from a time when they were kids, a time when they couldn't hit the can any time, every time.

Kevin stands up from his kneeling position, tentatively picking up the spent cartridge and dropping it into his pocket. They never litter the ground with their garbage, for they hold this land close to their hearts. It is part of their childhood, and therefore part of them.

Cameron walks back to Kevin and replaces him behind the line they had drawn in the dirt, with the same stick they'd used the past dozen or so times they'd been out there

The crack of the 30.06 is much louder, but no more gratifying, than the soft plink of the 17.

Kevin laughs. "Not getting old on me, are you man?" The can remains perched atop the stump, mocking Cameron after the glancing shot that took it in the side, nevertheless demolishing the majority of it.

"Must be," Cameron says without so much as a smile. Kevin is the jokester of this dynamic duo; Cameron merely enjoys it with a quiet contentment. He works the bolt on his rifle and effortlessly catches the shell out of the air as it flies from the rifle's receiver.

Kevin reaches into the canvas sack they bring with them each trip and withdraws a new can. "Care to try again?" he asks his best friend.

Cameron smirks. "Set 'er up."

Kevin does so, gathering as many pieces of the previous can as he is able to find. He drops them all into the canvas sack and stands by as Cameron sets up to fire again.

Cameron's finger tightens on the trigger, his left eye squints shut as he looks down the barrel of the rifle, and he exhales audibly. The rifle cracks. The can explodes.

A man screams.

The scream echoed in my ears as I awoke to the sound of a gunshot--no, breaking pottery. I quickly stepped out of my room and into the hall to find whatsherface staring at me from the ground, a broken potted plant beside her.

"Look; if you're gonna steal something, at least do it quietly, okay?"

She didn't say anything, just stared at me.

"Go to sleep or get out. Frankly I don't give a damn."

Dave stoped at the hotel and climbed out with out a word. He quickly walked towards the hotel the other two slowly walking behind trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"wait up!" derrik called after them, "You know I'm the leader here!" Dave just glared at him and walked into the hotel, Keri rolled her eyes and followed.

Dave was standing at the front desk, he threw down enough money for three separte rooms and the clerk started typing on her computer.

"So, that is three rooms?" She asked, Dave nodded not even looking at her.

"No," Derrik cut in grining like he was up to something that would get Dave mad, "We need just two, one double one single." He put some more money down on the desk. Dave spun around and was just about to grab Derrik by the neck when Keri stepped between them.

"We just need three rooms." She said handing Derrik back his money. The clerk nodded obviously annoyed. She handed them their room keys and they walked off.

"Geez, you two are impossible." Derrik moaned following them. Dave stormed off towards his room, opened it up and slammed the door.

"You idiot, why don't you try to help." Keri sighed looking at Dave's shut door.

"But I am helping, you two just can't see it." Derrik said,

"I can't see it, all i see is you making him really mad." Keri retorted.

"Mad? I haven't made him Mad," Derrik replied, "Yet . . ."

"You haven't made him mad! HA!" Keri laughed, "He never slams doors, he hates it when people do that."

"You don't mind him being mad do you?" Derrik said with a small smile playing about his lips.

"You..Ugh." Keri threw her hands up and walked to her door sliding the key in, it wouldn't open. "Stupid door." She tried again and it finally worked.

Abby stared up at him and scowled, "I was looking for the bathroom!" She was lying. But it didn't matter at this point, she had fallen over a plant and had, what felt like, busted her tail bone. She could at least go to the bathroom and examine the bruises.

She stood, a little wobbly, and glared at him. "So where is it?"

He motioned in the general direction of the end of the hallway, and she kept going that way until she found it. The lights helped.

She flipped the bathroom light on and started digging through the medicine cabinet until she found some pain killers. Abby tossed a few into her mouth and swallowed them without water.

"Uck, they taste so gross!" She lifted the back of her shirt and tried to look for bruises with help of the mirror.

She glared at it for a few minutes. There was a large brown blob. Abby twisted her arm around until her finger hovered over it, then she touched it. "Ow!" she pulled her finger away quickly. "You'd think I know better than--" She heard something crash out in the hallway.

She pulled her shirt back down and looked around the bathroom, worried she had knocked something over, even though it didn't sound like she had. "What the hell was--"

A girl's blood curdling scream swallowed her words.

Evan looked about his new quarters. Amazingly, it smelled strongly of dry rot and mold at the same time.

The cinder block wall meandered around in an irregular octagon, eventually reaching it's beginning some dozen meters later. Humidity stains and what looked alarmingly like asbestos caked the roughly-hewn ceiling; and the cautious cleric made a mental note to not breathe too deeply. There was, however, one item of great beauty that made a stark impression against the otherwise dingy surroundings.

It was a window made of impeccable stained glass. It predated the 1400s, and had been imported from the Vatican as a farewell present when Evan left his city-state home. It depicted the Horseman Pestilence laughing mirthlessly, as a score of sinners slowly died in the forefront.

Overall, it was a rather morbid room.

Evan sighed off his robes and lay on the bed. It had been a hopelessly long day; but the morrow was like to be the same, so sleep held no appeal for the contemplative cleric. He glanced at his things still packed, and vowed to get over his apathy some time that week. No use fading away just yet if you could help it...

Kat

I didn't favour being out in the streets so Mike suggested we should look for another hotel; preferably one vacant of zombies. I had a better idea.
"The church?" Mike laughed. "What do we want to go to a church for?"
"Don't you know creatures of the dark can't enter churches?"
"Don't you know that that's all fantasy?" Mike rolled his eyes.
"Yeah but so are zombies," I retorted.

After several more rather pathetic reasons we should or should not go to the church, Mike conceded that we could head in that direction and if we didn't see a hotel on the way we could see if there was a way in. I agreed and so, once more, we set out, walking under the cover of night with only the silvery moon and an equally pale torch to light our way.

The first hotel we passed was small and when we entered, the woman on the desk informed us that her last three rooms had been filled just half an hour ago. We thanked her for her time and proceded on our way.
"There's still one more hotel in this town," Mike informed me.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah but it's the other side of Town."
"Guess that means we'll reach the church first," I replied. He nodded and we trudged on through the gloom, attempting to ignore the odd scream that broke the silence of the night.

12:30 am . Derrik

Derrik was bored. In a room, all on his own, without a TV he was stuck. There wasn't even any booze in the room. Shit.

Looking at his watch, he saw it was 12:30. Maybe the bar would be open still. Pulling on his jeans, but leaving his gun behind, he left the room and locked it, pocketing his keys afterwards.

After an hour, and five pints of bitter, Derrik left the bar and swaggered back up the stairs to his room. He paused at a window, on the way up, to catch his breath when he noticed someone in the pool outside below him. He rubbed his good eye and looked again. It was Dave.

In his black swimming shorts, Dave swam lengths up and down the small pool. Slowly, Derrik began to formulate a plan.

Once upstairs, he opened the window in the corridor so that you could hear the faint splashes of Dave in the pool below. He crept up to Keri’s door and knocked loudly on it.

A muffled, “What is it?!?” was heard from inside the room followed footsteps towards the door. Derrik crept softly away and hid around a corner further down the corridor. Keri flung open the door, dressed hurriedly in her casual clothes.

“Derrik!” She hollered and looked about. Derrik struggled not to laugh as she stormed about and knocked on his door.

“Come on out, Derrik,” She shouted through the closed door. Wrestling with the handle, she found it was locked and turned round to go back to her room.

It was then, that she heard the sound of splashing water. Keri looked puzzled and looked out of the window. Derrik, from his hiding place, clearly saw her expression as she realised who was swimming in the pool. Completely forgetting the time of night, she ran down the stairs and towards the swimming pool.

Derrik grinned lopsidedly and pushed himself up from the floor. He wandered off into his room and locked the door behind him. It was only then that he pulled the small bottle of whiskey out of his jacket pocket. Pouring some into a nasty plastic cup from beside his bed he toasted the success of his plan. And, to the hotel for providing the drink.

“Cheers,” Derrik muttered and downed it.

Dave rubbed his eyes tiredly, the tv showing some late show. He stood up groggily and switched it off. He'd fallen asleep, then again he couldn't even remember what he'd began to watch. The plot hadn't sunk in.

He sighed, and looked at the small digital clock near the bed just twelfth.

Dave was still needing to think, but sleep or watching tv was going to work, and he only drank when happy.

Immediately a idea formed in his mind, he was a very strong swimmer and loved water.

Dave walked into the bathroom and grabbed a clean towel then quickly changed into his swimming shorts. A little swim would calm him.

Once changed Dave walked out to the pool lit up by neon lights creating a surreal atmosphere, he grinned, he'd soon make the water move. he left the towel on the side and leapt in head first, the water splashed and as his head broke through the water he smiled, earlier thought he'd never smile again.

With one hand he began to preform a breath stroke, the feeling he got was excilerating. He was so happy he didn't hear footsteps when he turned back round he saw Keri watching him. He blushed and stood, she smiled "Been a while since I'd seen you like that... mind if I join you?"

Dave shook his head, the spikes flat and his red hair looking so unreal in the light, "No I'm getting out now..."

She sighed sadly, "So your still mad?"

Dave climbed out water draining off his build, Keri stared making him blush more, "No..."

"Really? Your being irritable, and this is the first you've talked all afternoon." She replied looking around the pool.

Dave walked closer to her water still falling from him, she stared and with one hand pushed his fringe from his eyes. He blushed deeper, "I'm worried..."

She sighed her eyes kinda understanding, "Who isn't?"

Dave sighed miserably his eyes down cast, "How do I know this will work with us?"

She took his wet hand and whispered, "You never know, it just does or it doesn't."

Dave carried on staring down, "I want it to work with us... I love you..."

Keri shifted nervously, "I love you too, I really think it will. I thought this wasn't gonna happen in a while"

Dave still stared down as Keri gazed lovinly at him, "I'm a bad person am't I?"

Keri stared at him bemused, "NO! Why would you say that?" She asked gently.

Dave let out a sad sigh, "I almost lost you once, I thought it was for good, I'd never thought I'd get this chance again... I'm worried I'll muck up."

"I don't think you will, and i could've sworn this would never happen." She said trying to swallow her tears.

Dave looked up smiling weakly, "We sure have awkward meetings, this one sure makes all other seem small, seeing me semi nude."

Keri blushed and smiled. "That's true, at least neither of us is in tears."

"Yeh but you been eyeing me up..." Dave smirked.

Keri bit her lip and walked past him and stuck her bare foot in the water.

Dave smiled a bit harder, "Remember our date at the lake, you sure were eyeing up alot there!"

"Are you trying to embarrass me?" She asked turning around to look at him.

Dave grinned warmly, "Hehe, well you did me."

"When, when did i embarrass you?" She asked smiling.

Dave smiled cheekily, "Admiring me swim, hehe ya remember how self concious I am, though at the lake all that vanished, you still got that costume?"

Keri laughed shyly "Yes, i still have it, it seems you haven't changed your style in swim wear." "Always black," She laughed

Dave moved closer, he felt Keri's heart beat quicken when he moved closer, "I remember you didn't care what I was wearing." he winked slyly.

"I didn't know you liked flirting so much." She laughed trying to slow her heart beat.

Dave smiled seductively, "i never knew you were so hot!" Keri's heart sped up immediately and she let out a sigh of pleasure.

"I.." She sighed, "Your still a smooth talker."

Dave laughed and picked up his towel, "I miss our times together did ya?"

"Always have," She said frowning.

Dave smiled sheepishly, " I wouldn't of minded sharing a room with you tonight..."

"I couldn't let you kill him, and you didn't seem in the mood to talk to a soul." She said, "I wouldn't have either."

Dave smiled much more weakly, "See you tommorow then, I guess you want some sleep."

"If you wanna.." She shook her head, "Good night." She said walking to a chair, she was the one that needed a swim now. She had her swim suit on though she couldn't remember why she had thrown it on.

Dave looked back seeing her beautiful red bikini, her body was so beautiful. A real man would of kissed her then and there. He was still worried though, about what he had no idea. She leapt in her body beautifully streamlined he gazed at her figure lovingly then went back inside.

Dave so hoped he could kiss her soon he so wanted to lock lips with her and feel her screams of ecstasy, he missed the kissing the touching everything. He sighed and fell on the bed exhausted.

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Keri swam to the end of the pool then dove back under her mind racing. She had wanted to grab Dave and kiss him, but the idiot just had to walk off.

She kicked teh edge hard pushing off again. She came up for air and felt like screaming but she held herself from it. She surfaced and saw a guy sitting in a chair watching her.

"She finally comes up for air." He laughed. Keri tired to ignore him walking over to get her towel. "Aw yes, ignore the stranger in the swimming area."

Keri spun around and looked at him. "What do you want?" She demanded.

"Your hanging out with two ex-cons, I didn't know if you knew that or not." He said smiling.

"I know who they are." She said shortly.

"So you don't mind?"

"No," She walked out of the swimming area hopeing he didn't follow.

After the car drove away without notice of either Jamie or Anne, they turned to watch each other.

"How rude," Anne said. "And I think that was Kev!"

Jamie just stared. "I think running out in front of their car may have been slightly rude as well, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah," Anne said, and lowered her head. Jamie began to giggle, almost hysterically, and now it was Anne's turn to stare, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Then she too began laughing, and the two of them continued until tears were streaming down their cheeks.

The streetlights lit their path back to Jamie's apartment, accompanied by the occasional giggle. Other than that, there was no sound. They were very alone.

They came to his apartment after a short walk, and Jamie unlocked his door once more.

"Well, I think we should get some sleep," Jamie said. He walked to his room, and Anne followed him.

As he turned the doorknob, he turned back to Anne and raised an eyebrow. She gasped. "Oh! Sorry! Where can I sleep?"

"Well, there's my roommate's bedroom over there, or the couch over in the lounge."

"You mean your roommate as in the man who ripped someone's throat out?"

Jamie cringed. "Yeah."

"I think I'll take the couch."

"Sure," Jamie said. "Night." He went into his bedroom and closed the door, before flopping onto his bed. For the second time that night, he struggled for sleep.

Kat

It didn't take us long to decide that the church wasn't such a great idea but then we hit on some luck, or as close to luck as we were going to get. I got a call from my manager and for once I was glad to hear Louis' voice.
"Kat. Am I glad to hear your voice. I just drove past the hotel. What happened there? In fact, where are you?"
"Louis! This town is full of zombies."
"For real? I thought those guys were just crazy... Never mind, where are you? Not back there I hope..."
"No. I'm a few streets down. Just passed a hotel."
"Got it. I'm on the way."

That was how Mike and I found ourselves at my manager's rather large apartment.
"Here. You can take my daughter's room and your friend can have the spare," Louis decided.
"You have a daughter? How come she isn't home?" I asked sleepily.
"She's moved out now, has a place of her own. Well goodnight."
"Wait. What about the zombies?" Mike asked worriedly.
"We can discuss that in the morning," Louis decided.

Reluctantly I got into the unfamiliar bed and wondered if I'd ever be able to sleep but in a surprisingly short time I felt my eyelids close. Forcing them open, I turned off the lamp and then let myself drift into a dreamless sleep.

12:48 am . Derrik

Derrik heard a set of footsteps go by his room. It must have been Dave, only he made that slow steady thumping noise when he walked. Derrik sat up and his world spun slowly around and around. Scratching his head, he tried to work out what was making his mind scream out at him. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Something was-

“Shit.” Derrik scrambled to his feet and dragged on his jeans. He’d worked it out.

It was Keri. If his plan had gone right tonight, she’d have gone back with him. He took a quick glance at the clock. He should’ve at least stayed with her for longer than fifteen minutes. Something was wrong.

“Fuck, Dave,” Derrik shook his head and sighed, “why can’t you just let it all work out?”

Leaving his shirt on the bed, Derrik opened his door quietly, so as not to disturb Dave, and moved forwards to peer out the window down at the pool. With the window open he could hear Keri speaking. She was talking to another man.

By pressing his ear against the glass, Derrik could hear the conversation below:

“Go away! I want to be alone!” Keri’s voice seemed annoyed, but not worried. Derrik relaxed slightly.

“The costume says different,” the sickening reply came, “some would wonder that you may be trying to get yourself some attention.”

The man’s eyes were clearly on Keri’s body. She took a step backwards but he took a larger one towards her. Derrik watched silently.

“Piss off I'm taken so get lost before I get tired of this!” Derrik smiled at this. He knew she’d won now. This guy wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Maybe I'm here for the view, so don't need to leave.” The tall dark figure grinned horribly and stepped a little closer, his hands firmly in his pockets, his eyes firmly on Keri’s chest. Derrik didn’t like his swagger, he didn’t like his stare.

“I’m serious!” Keri almost raised her voice, “I want to be alone.”

“Maybe I want to be alone,” the sleaze considered, “alone with you.”

He took a last step closer, now he was in arms reach, but he kept his hands in his pockets. Keri folded her arms across her chest and when she spoke, she sounded very worried. Derrik’s heart beat faster, why wasn’t she walking away?!?

“Well I want to be alone with me and only me!” The shaky reply was barely heard by Derrik. He considered getting Dave, but his eyes were glued to the scene unfolding beneath him.

“It’s ok,” the sinister figure replied, his hands sliding out of his pockets, “I’ll change your mind.”

Keri stepped backwards and as the man stepped forwards to match her she lunged forwards. He couldn’t dodge her fist which slammed into the middle of his stomach or the knee which crashed into his groin and he collapsed on the floor in pain. Keri turned to run but he reached up and grabbed her ankle, tripping her.

“Gotcha,” the man grunted as he tugged her to the ground. She fell and landed on her hands but the slippy surface of the pool’s flooring sent her hands skidding out either side. Her jaw collided with the ground. She stopped struggling.

“Keri!” Derrik shouted in horror before he could stop himself. The man glanced up at him and clearly saw Derrik framed in the window. The man grinned.

“Let her go you bastard or I’ll fucking kill you.” Derrik’s voice was very low but very serious. It wasn’t loud, but it was loud enough for the man to hear. Even so, he took no notice. Derrik’s world stopped spinning and became very, very still.

The man grabbed Keri’s motionless shoulders and turned her over. When she was face up, he put his hands on her lower body and slowly moved them up and under Keri’s bikini top. The man turned his head to stare at Derrik and caressed the unconscious Keri.

“You’ve made a really big mistake, mate,” Derrik raced from the window towards the stairs and had made it down two floors before he stopped. He needed his gun.

“Hang in there, Keri,” Derrik muttered as he sprinted back into his room. Grabbing the pistol from the desk he stuck it back into his belt and ran back to the window. Of Keri and the man, there was no sign.

“Shit.”

He sprinted back down the stairs and ran outside into the pool area. Looking at the floor he saw wet drag patches leading towards the women’s changing room. Derrik followed them

As he neared the door he heard Keri’s voice. She was squealing.

“Get off me you fucking pervert! Oh God!” She screamed out before her voice was muffled.

Derrik breathed out slowly and threw open the door.

“Oh look,” the stranger said quietly, “the Peeping Tom is back!”

Keri was lying on a bench, restrained by the man. Her bikini top had been completely taken off and lay on the floor next to her. Her pants, fortunately, had not.

“Get away from her, bastard,” Derrik ordered quietly, the cool authority came to him easily, but he did not know where from.

“I think not-”

Derrik silenced him by dipping his hand to his waist and drawing his gun. As if suddenly realising what he was doing, the man got to his feet.

“Steady, mate,” the man replied carefully.

It was then that Derrik dropped the gun. His hands were sweaty from fear and he’d never pointed the gun at anyone and considered shooting them before. It slipped ever so slightly in his grip and hit the floor. The man took his chance.

“Get him, Derrik!” Keri shrieked as the man fled from the room.

But, for Derrik, time had changed. It all seemed so slow, so unreal, and so easy. He calmly picked up the pistol with his left hand and raised it as he’d always done when practicing.

The man had only moved two steps when Derrik squeezed the trigger, twice. The report was deafening. Two bullets crashed through the man’s left thigh. Blood plumed on the inside of his trousers and he staggered forwards and almost crumpled as he got through the door.

Keri had ducked when he’d fired, and he nodded down at her nonchalantly as he walked by her to follow the injured man. He’d not get far with two shots in the leg.

"Where's Dave?" Keri asked, "He needs to know."

“Upstairs in his room. You should go see him. You’d better fix that bra though,” he added cheekily as he walked by.

All Keri did was cry.

Dave sat up, he kept hearing sounds of distress, they sounded like Keri, he switched on the tv and tried to sound out the screams of terror. It was Derrick playing a trick no doubt. He sat back and enjoyed it as best as he could.

A shot rang out, Dave literally leapt in the air, okay maybe it wasn't a trick then again Derrick always carried his gun. He tried to get comfortable once again.

He heard running and heard loud sobbing following the running, next thing he heard is, "Dave please let me in!"

Dave recogized that voice, "Keri?!

The door opened and Keri stumbled in with her swimming suit ruffled up a bit exposing part of her left breast, Dave stared in alarm, "What happened, tell me everythi... no hold on let me get you a dressing gown or something."

Dave rushed into the bathroom of the hotel and pulled up a fluffy blue dressing gown. He came back in and saw her smile slightly under the tears, "Dave you know I hate fluffy!"

He went over and she stood up, with a kind smile he helped her put on the dressing gown, they hands met she look at him and smiled weakly, "You're too kind to be in prison."

Dave blushed then he returned to serious moving his hands off her torso, "What happened Keri?"

"Ok, so when you left, there was this guy." She sobbed, "He... he wouldn't leave me alone, and... he tried to rape me." She blurted out. "Derrik shot him and is chasin him, please I gotta stay here."

Dave frowned, "I owe Derrick I'd hate to lose you... Keri I love you with all honesty I love you!"

Keri looked up tears still in her eyes, "You do, then please hold me, just hold me forever Dave."

They looked at each other her tears still flowing from her eyes, if he ever met that bastard he'd kill him. Poor Keri it shouldn't of happened to her, if he'd stayed she'd been safe with him. His head hurt why can't he seem to do the right thing? If he'd only kiss her then, things would of been better, much better.

Dave sighed sadly and hugged her tightly embracing her, he'd forgotten how much he'd missed holding. They looked at each other, "Dave... I'm sor..."

he put a finger over her lips, "Shh don't say a word it's all the past lets begin again!"

With that he locked lips with her she was shocked but she soon slid her tongue in his mouth, he kissed her back harder he felt the wetness of her tears as they kissed it was amazing the feeling. She slowly began to feel all over his body at that moment he stopped and backed away.

She looked at him shocked, "Dave... why did you stop?"

Dave sighed and replied, "Keri, I know what you want, but not this night, not after what almost happened to you I'll kiss you all you want, but no more."

She sighed, "Dave can I sleep with you tonight, not in any other way I just need to be near you?"

Dave nodded and he took his t-shirt off and pulled back the beige covers, Keri dropped the dressing gown down her tears almost gone and hopped in a sort of excitement in her wet eyes, Dave climbed in with her and kissed, she kissed back and both of them closed there eyes an arm round each other.