The Night's young, a fanfiction for the fantasy of readers.
An O.C., Delilah Thompson, who's supposedly a younger sibling to Marko. No one knows because she was abandoned at birth. She eventually has to go to Santa Carla, and meets other people like...
When it's night fall again, there are "Missing" signs for Alan, she sighs when she sees them.
"What if what I did was a mistake? What if I turn myself in?" She mutters to herself.
"You are not turning yourself in," Paul whispers in her ear. "Nothing was a mistake. Act like it never happened."
"But it did, and I feel guilty for it. I killed someone with a knife. How am I supposed to feel, huh?"
"I've done that before. I still have regrets doing it, but the guy deserved it, so that brings me peace of mind. It should for you too. That kid killed your brother, even if it may have been for a couple of minutes. You were mad about it still that it happened, and a had perfect reason to be mad."
"Yeah, I guess so. It just happened so quick. All I saw was red."
"I know, babe. When you hit me, I knew that's why it happened. Yes, I was almost unconscious from hitting my head, but you were mad over something you never wanted to happen."
"I never intended to hurt you, I just.. I don't know, it's hard to explain."
"Then don't explain it. What's done, is done, can't turn back now or be stuck in what happened."
They continue walking to their favourite spot to sit at the Boardwalk. It's quiet, no one's at this place since they're always at the concerts, or stores. Just the way they like it. They like being able to sit there, peacefully, no one to bother them. Except for tonight.
"Hey! You killed my brother!" Edgar yells.
Delilah turns around laughing, "Yeah, and he died like a pussy."
"You're going to pay for that!" He goes to knock her off the wooden rails of the Boardwalk.
She moves swiftly, "Not so fast, kid."
She grabs his neck and waist, ready to throw him over the rails, "If you tell anyone what happened, I will slaughter you too."
"I'd like to see you try," Edgar says through gritted teeth.
"I would, but my handsome boyfriend, Paul, here, says I can't yet."
Paul looks down, blushing, and biting his lip.
"Ugh, whatever, let me go."
"Fine," She lets go. "Just so you know, I would not hesitate to kill you next time."
She sighs, "What should I do about him? He will for sure tell someone I killed his brother."
"Just wait for it, that's the only way," Paul shrugs.
"It may be the only way, but if he says anything, what do I do? I can't just leave you guys. I just found Marko after 16 years, I found the absolute love of my life, I can't just leave that. I found friends that listen to my problems."
"I never said you had to leave, you can keep a low profile, even chenge how you look. It would be a game changer. That kid, I bet he won't even know it's you," He laughs. "It shouldn't be too hard."
"I mean, it could work, yeah," She shrugs.
Her and paul get on his bike, and go to a store. She picks out red and black hair dye, she gets a cropped Guns N' Roses shirt, grabs ripped jeans, and a black cropped leather jacket, she gets studded platform boots.
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