User blog:MissVersacewithDiamonds/Bloodlines

(1996) SEPTEMBER 28, NIGHTIME (11:27 p.m) – Location: Next to the woods.



Four teenagers are having fun, enjoying themselves while drinking some beers, or smoking some stolen bad quality cigars. It was autumn, the sky was clear having some stars here and there, the moon was a little faded, so one of the car had his lights on for some time until one of them decided to lit a bonfire, so he could turn off his car light. First he picked a bunch of dry leaves that were on the ground, and with some sticks he made did the bonfire, he threw his cigar on the leaves and after some seconds the dry leaves began to catch fire along with the sticks.

After that, he went to his truck and turned the lights off. One of the girls that were on the group noticed the smoke, she was a little drowzy due the fact that she can’t drink much (She didn’t even drank an entire bottle, leaving the rest of it to ALAN), she followed the boy while he was picking other beer from the back of his truck

LYDIA: You seriously doing this? We aren’t going to spend the night here, so why don’t you let the lights on?

ALAN: We can’t leave that early, can we? Also this battery is old enough, so...

LYDIA: Well, yeah, but I am not in my best shape...

ALAN: You didn’t even drank that much... Stop with your drama. Gee. – He said that while opening the front passenger door of his truck, he then picked the seat belt and with it’s latches he opened the beer bottle.

LYDIA: Mens...

He smilled while sipping a little of the bottle.

ALAN: Smart, eh?

LYDIA: Yeah, sure. Einstein is proud of you and how you open a bottle, I can almost hear Newton clapping his hand. – She rolled her eyes, while he sat next to him. – So, uh, BETH shouldn’t we leave? We have that test for tomo....

BETH: Oh common, we just arrived. – She said that while laughing. Beth was clearly drunk already.

LYDIA: Urgh, Christ. Lucky me, now I will have to drive you home.

BETH: This is why you’re my best friend. You are just simply bored, why don’t you smoke a little? It may open you up a little y’know. – Beth said it while opening a button of her shirt, showing everyone her cleavage.

ALAN: Prude, huh?

<p class="MsoNormal">They kept talking for some time, but then they noticed that DYLAN didn’t opened his mouth for nothing, except for a few sips of beer.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: You’re quite tonight, what’s on your mind? – Lydia was a little concerned about Dylan, but this is due a crush she got on him every since he moved to their town and began being part of their clique.

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: What you mean?

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: You didn’t said anything until now... so I was worried.

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: It’s nothing, I guess I am not that well either...

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: What’s going on? I know you can drink up to three bottles and be okay with it.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Maybe something happened, you know? – She turned to Alan.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Well, maybe he doesn’t want to tell, so give him some space, will ya? You always worried about one thing and another, so why don’t you take a rest.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Urgh, asshole.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Let’s open you up a little, how about we play Truth or Dare?

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: This sounds like fun, I am totally in.

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: Whatever. – He sighed while putting his bottle away.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Beth, you are out, we are both out. We should go home now.

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: Again with this? Leave me alone and go.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: I am not leaving you here... Ugh, fine, okay, I’m in, but just a round.

<p class="MsoNormal">They sat in circle next to the bonfire, Beth was giggling all the time, while ALAN was smoking a cigar. He smirked to Lydia.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: You can start it.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Ok, Alan, truth or dare?

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Truth.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA smiled.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: You slept with a guy once?

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Why don’t you ask your father this? I slept with him once... – He laughed. – No, I didn’t, 100% straight.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: My turn. Lydia, truth or dare?

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Truth.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: You want to have sex with me, don’t you?

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: How do you know about it? Yes, sure... In your dreams, asshole.

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: You’re late, if it was 3 years ago she would totally say “YES”, because she had a major crush on you.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Praise the lord for the beer.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Is she serious?

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Seriously drunk, you mean? Well, it’s me again, so... Beth, truth or dare?

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: I am an open book... Truth.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Not the only thing open about you... – She smirked – So, you slept with the coach once, didn’t you?

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: Yes I did.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Wow, I was expecting a very offended Beth...

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: But it’s true, I slept with the coach, fin.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: So you did with the rest of the football team.

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: And your uncle too, you know, BRIAN that failed excuse of a priest.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Yeah, sure.

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: That makes my turn then... mmm, Dylan, am I attractive... No, I sound like a mother... Hot?

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: It’s truth or dare, blondie.

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: Uh, what ever, I want to hear the answer.

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: Uhh, yeah, you’re hot. – He blushed while saying it.

<p class="MsoNormal">BETH: Isn’t he super cute? Ok, it’s your turn now.

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: Uhhh, Lydia...

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Yes?

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: Nevermind, I pass...

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Ok, then it’s me again... Since you answer straight-up questions, Dylan. Is is true that you went to jail once?

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: Why are you asking this? You know the answer...

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: No, I don’t. So, it’s dare?

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: Whatever you wish, my royal prince. Isn’t always like this? Idiot.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Go to the cabin and pick up a souvenir for your royal king.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: This went way too far, Alan.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: You believe in ghost stories? Gee. I thought you were smart... Whatever HARRY BISHOP did 40 years ago did will never happen again here, he was shot so many times that he looked like a cheese.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Still... It’s a bad place to go, maybe there is a junkie in there, or some dangerous hobo, or wild animals... I don’t know. You don’t really have to do this Dylan. This is Alan being an asshole as always.

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: You’re right.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Oh man, you are going to chicken out? Lame. – He started to make chicken noises.

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: Uh, I go, prick. Just give me some matches, will ya?

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Afraid of the dark?

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: I am pretty sure that Mr.Bishop didn’t paid his bills in the last 40 years, so.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Yeah, sure. – He took a cardboard out of his pocket and handed to Dylan.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dylan picked those matches and checked how many it had.

<p class="MsoNormal">DYLAN: This might do it. Thank you, my good sir.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dylan walked into the woods, the cabin was not that far from where they were standing, so it wouldn’t take long to reach it.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: You are so immature, Alan.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: You should be more worried on having a criminal of a friend.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: I am more worried about having you as a friend.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: You can leave sweet pea.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: I won’t leave without knowing if he will be okay.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Your boyfriend will be fine, dead people doesn’t kill the living.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: He is not my boyfriend...

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: But you wish he was.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Better him than you...

<p class="MsoNormal">Lydia just left Alan there by himself while he was smoking another cigar, she went to her car and sat at the hood of it and stayed there waiting for Dylan, until she noticed that Beth was not there anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Where is Beth?

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Huh? I don’t know, aren’t you suposed to be her babysitter or something?

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Grow up. I just take care of her so she doesn’t fell for guys like you.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Guys like me? What do you mean?

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Weirdos... with cigars, beer and bad taste for music.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Well, at least is not the Spice Girls and their feminist anthems.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Wait, are you offended by Girl Power? Wow.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Feminism is not right.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Ugh, your way disgusting that I ever thought. I’m going to look for Beth, since you’re not 1% worried about her.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: I’m seeing her next to a tree...

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Where?

<p class="MsoNormal">Alan pointed to a tree more deeper on the woods.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Weird thing is I didn’t saw her leaving...

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Me neither.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: I guess she went there to piss, or something.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Everybody   already saw her pussy, is not something new.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Uh, grow up!

<p class="MsoNormal">Lydia went carefully into the woods, walking slowly, she didn’t wanted to make any noise to not attract any animal, or wake them up. She finally saw Beth and her hot pink flannel shirt. Slowly she finaly reached her friend, she was standing next to a tree, facing it.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Hey... Are you okay?

<p class="MsoNormal">Lydia touched Beth in the elbow, only to her body fall on her, putting both on the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: What’s up with you? That hurt, that’s why you can’t drink... Idiot.

<p class="MsoNormal">Lydia got up, and faced her friend. At fist Lydia did not understand what happened, then she screamed. Beth was dead on the floor, both of eyes were gouged deeply enough, her jaw was ripped apart and her throat was slit deep enough that almost decapited her.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Oh my God! Alan! Dylan! Help... Dear God, why... Beth... why...

<p class="MsoNormal">She fell on her knees next to her best friend, sobbing. She heard someone running next to her, afraid she tried to run away, but something grabbed her arm.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Let me go! Somebody help!

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Calm down, it’s me.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Oh my God, Alan... Someone killed Beth. – She hugged him. – It’s terrible! I... who else is here?

<p class="MsoNormal">Alan didn’t saw Beth’s dead corpse, but when he saw, he almost fell on the floor. He was shocked as Lydia.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: He did it. Let’s call the cops now!

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Who are you talkinb about?

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: Are you stupid? Dylan was the one that killed her! We should cal-

<p class="MsoNormal">He was slapped in the face by Lydia.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: Don’t you dare, it wasn’t him! He’s a good person, he wouldn’t do anything like this, unlike you... Gladly I know it wasn’t you!

<p class="MsoNormal">Alan was both surprised and offended by her words, when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a scream that came from a cabin. It was clearly Dylan screaming for help.

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: See? It’s not him... He is being chased or killed by something, we need to help him!

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: We need to go to the police!

<p class="MsoNormal">LYDIA: You go, I can’t let the guy I love to be killed by some lunatic. – She started to ran to the cabin, but Alan grabbed her again.

<p class="MsoNormal">With tears on his eyes, he said.

<p class="MsoNormal">ALAN: And... I can’t let the girl I love go there alone... I’ll go with you... If something happens, I’ll defend you, but you better promise me... If something truly happens, you run away.

<p class="MsoNormal">Lydia was shooked, but agreed with him.

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