Hallowed Be Thy Name, Chapters I-IV

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Hallowed be thy Name, Chapters I-IV

(MF,cons,anal,exh,drugs)

by Dark Genesis

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Anyone who has played Silent Hill or any of its sequels will notice that this story was heavily influenced by the series, they were the inspiration to sit my ass down in front of the computer and write this damned thing. But before you blame me for plagiarism, remember these immortal words from Joss Whedon:

“Great art doesn't come from inspiration; great art comes from something you saw before that worked.”

Disclaimer:

This fictional story is for people over 18 years old. It contains sexual encounters, graphic gratuitous violence, and very coarse language (not necessarily in that order). If you're not old enough or you feel like this story might offend you, you should stop reading now. Also, the personalities or sexual habits described by this story do not reflect the lives of these particular celebrities, remember that it is fiction.

Starring:

Michelle Trachtenberg, Hayden Panettiere, Amber Tamblyn, Elisha Cuthbert, Mandy Moore, Lindsay Lohan


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Chapter I - Nightmares

Whispers in the dark; she can faintly hear them, but she sees no one around her. The thick smoke covering its walls, not letting one ray of light inside, blackens the room. What was behind the magenta fog? Was it emptiness of space, a flowery field, maybe her very own room?

Shadows gliding on the marble floor traveled up her body licking her freckly skin with their cold, long tongues. She felt that something was in the room with her, but couldn't tell what it was. She turned around slowly, hoping to see some kind of light behind her, and as she wished a lamp lit up just as she looked into its direction.

The light started consuming the darkness of the room, revealing the small wooden table it was placed on, and finally illuminating the entire room - an empty space with just her and the table. Lindsay turned around once more feeling that the presence she felt before was gone with the shadow, now replaced by a softer entity - gentle in its touch, caressing her body with warmth.

Lindsay glanced down to see herself wearing a red dress. Her long black hair ran down to her round, pale breasts. The whispers were gone, but she could hear a calm melody all around her - like someone playing the piano at the end of a hallway. It was a sad tune filled with tears and pain of the composer, making Lindsay feel that same pain in her heart.

Lindsay stood there listening to the melancholic melody waiting for it to come to an end. She wanted to see the pianist who was able to make an object sound so beautiful in her ears. She couldn't wait; she had to know right then and there. Gathering her courage, she let out a soft 'hello'. Like she predicted, the music stopped, and after a small pause she heard footsteps behind the smoke coming toward her.

As the sound of the pianist's shoes were right outside the room she was in, the haze opened from the middle, but there was no one standing in the opening. Through it, Lindsay saw only more of the same fog she was imprisoned with.

Suddenly a gush of wind came through the opening, and closed it with a loud thump startling Lindsay. Her pulse started rising as she felt the dark entity returning to the room. The light was still on but she could hear the whispers coming back; this time clearer than before.

“They were here…all of them.”

“We couldn't hold them back…”

“Ignorant fools they were…”

“Meaningless…souls…”

“Your death will be a glorious one…”

Those words made Lindsay shiver with horror. The voices were so calm but filled with hatred, coming closer and closer to her. She wanted to scream but she couldn't; no voice would come out of her mouth. The fear was starting to lurk deeper into her mind; panic arising from the depths of her brain as the whispers wouldn't leave her alone.
“We will meet one day…”

“We need it, Azrael…its there.”

“That is why we can't be found…”

“It awaits you…down there.”

Lindsay fell on the floor; the voices were too loud for her to take. They were like a string of phantoms flying through her head one by one, each of them leaving their message into her mind. Right before she was about to lose her sanity the final whisper ran through her.
“I only see death!”

Lindsay felt strange…the floor of marble was gone; she felt dirt under her knees. She lifted her head from the ground and saw a dense forest of dead trees around her. She quickly got up and tried to see any light around her, but there was none.

Wolves howled in the distance, and a cold wind blew through the lifeless trees. Lindsay noticed that her voice had returned as she gasped for air in the woods filled with the stench of death. She slowly started walking to the direction she was facing since she had no idea where she was.

The howling was further and further away the more she walked, which made her feel a bit safer. Her bare feet were cracking the fallen branches on the cold dirt under her; every sound she made could have been her last, she thought. Who knew what beasts lurked behind every tree? Not making a sound, just waiting for some innocent victim pass them so they could sink their sharp claws into their backs and feed the victim's entrails to its offspring.

With every step she took, Lindsay could feel the forest changing around her. The ground seemed to move and the trees looked like they had twisted faces, their branches looking like deformed arms that could capture her. The wind was growing stronger, pushing her back toward where she came from, as if she was getting closer to safety, even though there was nothing in sight.
“Back!”

Lindsay saw a flash of a rotting corpse in her mind; its face was covered in maggots and black blood seeping out of deep wounds on its naked body. She shook her head to get the image out of her mind, and when her eyesight cleared she saw a white door in front of her. She sighed in relief and stood up in front of the door. It had a number on it; “74”, gold plated and attached. Without giving it much more thought, Lindsay opened it and stepped through.

Lindsay's mind set at ease when she realized that she had just walked through the front door of her house. Everything was in the same place she left them in before she went asleep. She hadn't realized it until now; she was dreaming. It all had felt so real before, but now she wasn't a bit worried about what would happen. If she would walk upstairs into her bedroom, she'd probably see herself sleeping quietly in her bed.

Walking up the stairs up to the second floor Lindsay removed the dress she was wearing and placed it on the railing. Walking half naked down the hall toward her bedroom she started to get the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She stopped right before reaching the door and hesitated opening it in fear of what she might see inside. Suddenly her outfit that she thought to be more comfortable seemed quite insufficient; red lace panties weren't the kind of clothes you'd want to run out of your house screaming with, even if it was just a bad dream.

Lindsay took a deep breath and opened her bedroom door, not getting even over the threshold because of the image in front of her eyes. She was lying there sleeping, alright; in those same lace panties she had passed out in after a rough night of drinking. She was on the bed, her body covered in drips of sweat with a painful expression on her face. The Lindsay on the bed was whimpering in fear while a grotesque form of a creature lay there beside her; running its wet, bloody hands from her chin down to her legs, leaving stains of blood over her freckles. The creature only had four thick fingers in each hand, its crooked arms connecting the instruments into a bony torso that was lacking other limbs. The monster's face was the most horrifying thing Lindsay had ever seen - small green teeth stuck out of its mouth, its nose replaced by two small holes, completely white lifeless eyes stared at the doorway, seeing that it had been caught in the act; not expecting its victim to arrive before it would have its way with her, whatever that might have been.

Lindsay standing in the doorway couldn't move; she was completely paralyzed by the sight. All she needed to do was to rush into the room, grab her gun from the nightstand, and shoot the fucker in the head, but that simple plan was too much for her to handle in the state she was in.
“You're not supposed to be here!”

The scruffy nightmarish voice echoed inside Lindsay's head, apparently trying to scare her off. Too bad for the monster, she couldn't move if she wanted to, but then she remembered where she was - it was just a dream. Her eyes lit up in realization as she stormed into the room and jumped on the bed landing right above her other body, and next to the creature. She gathered all the air in her lungs that she could and let out an ear-piercing scream. “WAKE U-------P!”

The bed was soaked when Lindsay jumped up from her nightmare. She gasped for air as she was freed from the hellish images in her brain and felt the hangover creeping up on her. She sat down on the bed lazily, and wiped the sweat off her forehead, swearing to herself that she would never drink again. As the clock struck 5:00 AM she opened the drawer of her nightstand and grabbed her Vicodin from inside, right next to the .35 she had gotten in case of an emergency. She downed two ***** and lay back down on the wet sheets.

“Jesus H. Christ…” Lindsay whispered to herself as she slowly drifted back to sleep, in hope that the dream she had just had wouldn't repeat itself.

It was still there, the dream, trapped inside her subconscious. It had felt so real, but she did manage to wake up without any physical injuries or visible traces of the monster anywhere. Nightmares about finding yourself in public places without any clothes, and dreams about friends and relatives dying were one thing, but when they were this graphic and morbid, it was usually time to see a good shrink. Lindsay didn't have time for that; tomorrow she would have to get into a plane and fly on the set of her new movie where she would spend the next three months with her costars. If they would see what kind of an emotional wreck she was they might put her into an institution that didn't just deal with drug addiction, a subject she had gone through two times already, but would isolate her from the outside world for a long but undetermined time.

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Chapter II - On Location

Mandy Moore opened her eyes to the morning sun shining through the window right into her eyes. Every time she felt that warm feeling on her face in the morning a smile rose upon her face, and this day was no exception. She turned around to see her fiancé next to her in the bed, but Zach was nowhere to be found. All she saw was a note on the pillow that had been written in a hurry.

I didn't want to wake you up -

I had to run. I probably won't

make it back before you leave,

so have a good trip and call me

as soon as you wake up!

Mandy was disappointed; she had hoped to get at least a kiss before she would leave for months and wouldn't see him again until October. The smile was wiped away from her face and the morning that had started so promisingly had turned into a regular working day. At least she could hear his voice, right? She picked up her phone from the bedside table and punched in Zach's number.

First tone, second tone, third tone…was he going to answer? Fourth tone, fifth tone, sixth tone…it wasn't looking good. Finally she heard a click and was just about to say good morning, but all she heard was Zach's answering machine. “This is Zach, leave a message.”

Mandy was going to say something, but it all seemed pretty useless. She just hung up and placed the phone back on the table. She stared at it for a few minutes in hope that Zach would notice that she had called him and call back, but that call never came. A burst of emotion came over her just because she couldn't see her boyfriend that morning; she was filled with sadness with a hint of anger. How could he have just left without waking her up? Even just to say goodbye? And that kiss…she didn't get that kiss.

With the morning ruined, Mandy got up and stretched in the sunlight. To her left she could see her bags; all ready and packed last night. On the chair next to the window lay her clothes for the day; a light blue miniskirt, black top, and her precious denim jacket that she had gotten from her brother for her 20th birthday. She loved that jacket more than any other material possession she had gathered over the years. In its breast pocket she always kept a picture of herself and Zach at the beach during the sunset. It was special; not just a piece of clothing to throw away if it got torn or dirty, it had a batch of good memories wrapped up inside it…her lucky jacket.

Mandy slid the red satin nightgown decorated with black lace off her body and threw it on top of her suitcases in order to pack it up as the last item when she would get out of the shower. She walked in front of the mirror and took a long look at herself; every day she would wake up and she wasn't satisfied with the image she saw in it. Today was much worse by far; the bags under her eyes looked bigger, her lips looked as dry as they felt, and her long golden brown hair was all clogged up.

“Shit…damned thing,” She cursed her hair and tried to run her comb through it. “It couldn't be a worse day for a bad hair day.” she felt sharp pain on her scalp as she forcibly straightened her hair.

Stressed out by her appearance after waking up and knowing the day she had in front of her, Mandy thought that if the morning were anything like the rest of her day, it would turn out to be like a nightmare. She walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt like a massage on her sore body that had gotten quite a beating after four months of trying to work on her new album, and going through negotiations about her new movie that she was supposed to start filming tomorrow. The water cascaded down her firm young body like her lover's hands after a passionate sexual encounter. How was she going to get through three months of 18-hour days? Sitting in makeup for two hours in the morning and trying to memorize her lines? It seemed impossible in her mind at the time; stress was clearly getting to her. Suffering a burnout would damage her career too much to let it happen, and her fellow actors were counting on her to do her job, just like a fulltime actress.

After getting out of the shower and putting on the clothes that she had planned on wearing, she put her gown into one of her bags. She checked her phone; still no call from Zach. Maybe he was just busy? Yeah, that must have been it. How were her costars doing? That would be something to do; check whether her fellow actresses were doing ok.

Mandy knew all five of her female companions before the negotiations for the film had started, but the men appearing in the film were a complete mystery to her. She was gonna call up Hayden, one of the supporting actresses in the horror film that was going to be shot at some remote town in northern Oregon.

Mandy didn't have to wait for long to get Hayden to pick up the phone; she was obviously waiting for an update from her boyfriend as well.

“Hey, Mandy! You're probably as nervous as I am.”

“Not about the production, really. I just…” Mandy paused for a while and tried to figure out a way to explain her emotions to Hayden, but she was stumped.

“Ah, guy-trouble, right? Don't worry, same thing here. Adam's somewhere hanging out with his friends, or whatever. You gotta just forget about the whole thing for a while, you know? Like you never met the guy. Then you'll feel much better!” Hayden rationalized her inability to communicate with her long-term boyfriend.

“I guess you're right, then. It just feels weird that I'm not going to see him for three months, you know? This town isn't that far away…I mean it's just a state border, but I doubt it would be appropriate to visit. He wasn't even next to me when I woke up, and that's a REAL bummer.”

“It's a bummer that he doesn't wake up next to you? You should take an exclusive look into my personal life - Adam's not even allowed to spend the night in our house! God, all I want for my next birthday is to be 18 and get out of my parents' chastity trap that they have tied me into,” Hayden laughed at her misfortune of still being 17 and not being able to fully please her boyfriend.

“Yeah-yeah, I guess…seriously though, you shouldn't hurry with that stuff. You're gonna end up pregnant or something worse if you hurry.”

“Jesus Christ…you're starting to sound like my parents.”

“No, I was just…”

“I know, I know, be responsible, carry contraception with you at all times, and don't go beyond the missionary position like it says in the bible, right?” Hayden interrupted Mandy before she could impart her minor wisdom about dealing with men to her youngest costar.

“No, that wasn't what I was going to say. All I was trying to tell you was that especially men that age shouldn't be trusted with the simple task of going to the store to pick up peanuts, let alone work out the contraception-thing.”

“Well, that's true. But still, it would be nice to spend some time with Adam without my parents being up my ass about it all the time.”

“Just wait one more year, then you'll have a say in everything. And you won't have to take shit from Adam either; you can just sue him if he ever gets pissy at you and claim that he raped you.”

“Exactly! Good point,” Hayden laughed.

“So, you're leaving Adam behind and going by yourself?”

“Yeah, I thought we might need a little space. It wouldn't hurt for him to jerk off for a couple of months either.”

“Well, that's your business, I'd rather not hear about that!” Mandy smiled and forgot about her worries for a while, this was just what she needed.

“You have no idea! Have you ever seen a guy, like, coming on your thighs before he even gets near your…”

“Hayden! I'll talk to you on the plane, ok?” Mandy cut Hayden off before she could say something that she might not want to hear.

“OK, take it easy!”

Mandy couldn't let go of the phone even after the conversation between her and Hayden was over, there was still something in her that wanted to call Zach and tell him what a scumbag he was for not sticking with her just until the morning. Maybe Hayden was right? She should just forget about him and live like a single person for the duration of the filming. Just one last kiss…

***

Michelle Trachtenberg - the young, conservative heroine of the drug-free world was outside her house in the suburbs with two full bags waiting for her cab. She tapped her foot nervously on the pavement counting how many minutes the driver was late, but not trying to attract attention to herself so she wouldn't be swamped with crazed fans asking for an autograph when the cab would arrive. Her only concern weren't the fans, but the paparazzi that had been stalking her for months now trying to get a decent shot of her goodies if she would slip for a second. Her boyfriend Shawn, the only person that had the pleasure of getting to see the whole package, had paid her a visit earlier in the morning; they were both nervous what three months of almost no communication at all would do to them, but Michelle wasn't going to pass an opportunity to rise higher in the food chain of entertainers; especially now that she was nearing that critical age of getting flooded with good and bad roles, and one wrong move would cost her for life.

Michelle often thought about all those young actresses who only had to show up in a bikini to collect a seven-figure paycheck for every role. It wasn't like she wanted to be one of those people; she wanted recognition for her talent and not her looks, but it was always bothering her. The fact that she didn't have that universal aura of beauty that would immediately draw work from every direction was scaring her. That option wouldn't hurt…or would it?

Deep in thought, Mitch didn't notice the young girl that had sneaked next to her and was looking for a pen in her purse.

“Oh, crap…that's embarrassing,” Said the girl when she let the pen fall from her hands onto the sidewalk.

Michelle turned to the girl in daze and didn't notice at first what the teenaged blonde was trying to do. The girl managed to pick up the pen and a piece of paper and was coyly holding them in front of her trying to get the request out of her mouth.

“Um…hi! I was just wondering if I could get your name. Your autograph I mean,” The blonde had a little stutter in her voice.

Michelle looked blankly at her for a second before waking up from her daydream, and then she realized what she was doing. “Huh? Oh, sure.” She smiled at the girl and took the pen and paper.

“What's your name?” Mitch asked who to sign it for.

“Katherine. My name is Katherine. I'm such a huge fan of yours!” The blonde answered with excitement in her voice.

“Thank you! It's always good to know that I still have someone out there,” Mitch replied and signed the paper.

“Oh, you'll always have us loyal fans from the Buffy days, don't worry. How's Sarah doing? I haven't seen her out and about in a while. She was great on that show!”

Michelle stared at the girl for a minute, remembering that she was still number two on her old show. She just pasted a smile on her face and tried no ignore her fan's comment, “Here you go!”

The cab arrived right when she was saying goodbye, and as soon as the blonde was not at earshot she cursed under her breath, both the driver and the oblivious fan that had gotten her in a worse mood than she was before. The driver jumped out of the car, opened the trunk, and placed Michelle's bags inside.

“You're late,” Mitch scolded at the man.

“Sorry, miss. There was some traffic that I got caught up in,” The gentleman in his 50s answered without too much regret in his voice. He dealt with these snot nose kids every day, and he especially had no ears for the ones who make six figures for three months of work, so he wasn't too concerned about showing up couple of minutes late. They both got into the car, Michelle in the back, and drove off.

“So, LAX?” The driver confirmed the destination.

“Yeah. I'm kind of in a hurry, so if you could step on it I'd appreciate it,” Michelle replied.

“You got it,” He started speeding up as he entered the freeway. He took a closer look in the mirror and noticed that his passenger looked familiar, “You're that movie star, right?”

“Yeah, I guess you could call me that,” She sighed deeply.

“I didn't mean offense or anything, I just recognized you from a film that I watched last week with my daughter. She's about your age.”

“Oh, yeah? She tryin' to become an actress?” Mitch tried to fish out an ulterior motive for the conversation, like this guy was going to slime his way into her favor to tutor her daughter or something.

“No, she never got into that stuff. She's in high school now, and apparently she wants to become a doctor.”

Michelle just nodded and turned her head to the side and looked out of the window trying to ignore the driver. He quickly noticed and decided to give her a piece of his mind, “You know, I sometimes drive your kind around,” Michelle immediately started paying attention when she heard something that might be an offense. He continued, “You make lots of money on your job and say it's just an ordinary job, like every other. But when you're out there partying and making decisions in life, you have to remember that the world is watching. People like my daughter look up to you, even though their career aspirations might not be the same as yours, and whenever you people come on the screen it sends out a message; there's hope in the fact that young people can be that successful.”

Michelle looked in the driver's eyes through the mirror and agreed with him in her mind, “Yeah, I suppose so.”

“Next time someone comes up to you and asks for a picture or whatnot, remember that you might be the last string that keeps that person in check. Don't hope that the cab will arrive quickly so you can just brush the person off like nothing.”

“Well, that's my business. See, unlike some people seem to think, we do have personal lives and we'd like to live them for a change.”

“Absolutely. I'm just reminding that there's a lot worse things in life than being stopped on the street to pose for a second every once in a while.”

“Yeah, I'm sure. Can you just drive, please?” Michelle interrupted him and decided that she had heard enough.

“You got it, lady,” He had enough of trying to break through the wall between him and the actress, and decided to concentrate on getting this girl to the airport to get rid of her.

***

Elisha Cuthbert was sitting in the LAX terminal waiting for her flight. She was talking to her agent about the compensation for spending several months on a left field horror film. You could hear from the tone of her voice that she wasn't happy with the deal they had negotiated.

“I can't believe you couldn't bargain with the guy,” Elisha snapped at Meryl, her agent, “You would think that spending three months in some backwoods cluster of huts could pay a little more than this?”

“Listen, I tried as hard as I could! You can't expect every single film to bring you millions, especially something that you agreed to do through a friend,” Meryl explained her situation and reminded her client that this job wasn't something offered by a major studio.

“I signed up for this project because I wanted to help out a friend, so what? Does that mean that I can't get paid for my time? No. It was your job to confirm that I get my share, not scraps.”

“You're not the only famous actress to work on this film. We have a bunch of other acclaimed actors who are getting paid just as much as you, and I bet they're not complaining about it to their agents.”

“Yeah, so? I gave you a simple mission to negotiate a fair compensation for my time, and you screwed up. It has nothing to do with the other actors, ok? They might be dumb enough to work for pennies, but I'm not going down that road,” Elisha finished her rant and took a look at the outgoing flights. She would have to board soon and the conversation she was having wasn't helping anyone's situation, “Just get out of here, call me when you get something worth my time.”

“Fine, have a nice flight,” Meryl coldly stated and muttered 'bitch' as she got up and walked out of the terminal.

Elisha took a look at her watch and started wondering what was keeping the rest of her costars. She took a look around but didn't recognize any of the people, making her a little paranoid about whether the rest of the cast had cancelled and weren't going to show up. 'I should have done that' she thought, not satisfied with the outcome of her contract. Sure, this project was much easier to deal with since it was an independent release without heavy pressure from a major production company, but it still sucked that she had to deal with the crappy paycheck.

Suddenly a young brunette sat beside her wearing sunglasses and stared at her for a second. Elisha stared back and slowly recognized the woman next to her as Amber Tamblyn.

“Oh, Christ! I thought none of you would show up and I'd have to play every part myself!” Elisha laughed in relief.

“I contemplated not showing up myself, but I guess that might do something to my reputation,” Amber smiled.

“I bet. The money wasn't good enough, huh? Same here, I couldn't believe it when I saw the contract; we all got screwed, sister.”

Amber blankly looked at Elisha. “Huh? No, it wasn't the money. I was just thinking that instead of working my ass off I could just lay in my bed for couple of months. That would have been awesome!”

“Oh…I suppose that would have been nice too, but you have to make sure you can afford to do that. And even if you can, a little extra wouldn't hurt, right?”

“Yeah, but you do raise a fair point; I wouldn't be making much less money if I had just stayed home.”

“Nah, who gives a shit. Terry and his gang screwed us over with promises of fortune and glory, but the grim reality is going to be sitting in a discount basket in Shitsville, Ohio,” Elisha shook her head.

“I guess so, but our payment will be the same anyway, it's the producers who are gonna get the short end of the stick. Who cares about them either way? Fuck 'em.”

“Yeah, fuck 'em!” Elisha laughed just before the announcement for their flight echoed in the terminal.

“That's us! I guess the others will grab another flight?” Amber stated and got up, just to see the rest of her female costars hurrying toward them from the entrance.

“Are we late?” Lindsay shouted halfway across the room.

“Almost. You really didn't leave much room for traffic did you?” Said Elisha and grabbed her bags from her side.

“Everyone's here? I thought that at least one of us would bail,” Hayden eyed Amber meaningfully who replied with a sweet smile and a middle finger.

“Why are we standing around? We need to get on the plane,” Mandy was stressing that the plane might leave without them.

“Relax, that was the first announcement, we've got plenty of time. Time for a cocktail or two, maybe? Everyone for, say aye!” Lindsay suggested, but got a strict nay. “Geez! Just a thought, you guys.”

“Well, in any case we should get on the plane now. Lindsay can get her drinks there, right?” Mandy reprised her idea.

“Yeah, I guess we could get in the plane and sit there instead of arguing here?” Michelle agreed with Mandy and checked her ticket for the last time.

The party made their way through the last security checkpoint and into the plane. They all sat in a cluster in first class, some excited to go, some regretting they ever even looked at the script of the film. They took off leaving Los Angeles behind them and heading to Salem, but some unseen cloud was above each of their heads, trying to whisper something in their ears; something that could eventually make their fates.

“Thank you so much,” Lindsay thanked the flight attendant that brought her a small bottle of vodka. She happily jugged it down like it was spring water and coughed a bit after the last drop.

“You're not gonna be hung over on the set are you?” Hayden, who was sitting in front of her, looked at Lindsay and inquired whether that bottle was going to be the last one.

“Possibly. I heard that there's this great bar a couple of blocks from the hotel. There's no way I'm not going to check out the local happy-spot the first night!” Lindsay replied and gave Hayden, who looked a little annoyed, a quick eye roll.

Michelle noticed that Hayden wasn't that amused with Lindsay's constant state of drunkenness and reminded both of them, “Don't worry about it, Hayden. If she gets too annoying just ask the lady to check her ID.”

Lindsay turned in disbelief to Mitch who was sitting just one seat away from her, just Amber between them. The comment made Hayden and Mandy chuckle a bit, but Lindsay didn't look one bit amused, “That's it, huh? If we're gonna play hard ball right from the start I'm fine with that.”

“I'm just trying to help you. Didn't you drink last night too?” Michelle asked, having heard about some odd incident with vomit-filled glasses and massive amounts of towels from the Spider Club.

“For your information, I did. I've had a bad fucking hangover all day and I just want some relief for that, ok? And if you think you can out-bitch me just like that, you're in for a big surprise. So why don't you get out of my face?” Lindsay snapped at her.

Both of them shut up and just concentrated on looking at the seats in front of them, while Amber glanced at both of them from the middle and sighed, “Get a room already.”

Elisha was going through her purse in the row in front of the Bickersons with Hayden and Mandy, who weren't that interested in the feud going on behind them. The pop singer was checking her face in the pocket mirror.

“You know, you're going to wear that thing out one of these days,” Elisha smirked at Mandy, who was apparently doing a deep search for zits.

“Yeah, I know. But consider this; what if I show up in the morning with a face full of red spots filled with disgusting white grease. Terry's gonna have a heart attack if I get my face banged up now.”

“I think Mandy's right; what would her fiancé say if she came back home with disgusting white grease on her face?” Hayden remarked casually.

Mandy froze her stare for a second and her face slowly turned to disgust. The other girls just laughed at Mandy's lack of perverted humor and continued their dish of their colleagues under them in the food chain.

***

After arriving on to the Salem airport, the pack moved out of the terminal to be greeted by Terry Critten; the director and producer of the horror movie “Bloody Lips,” who had been able to attract a handful of famous actors through roaming parties and events with his impeccable charm and promises of professional recognition by doing independent films. His cool posture inspired confidence in the girls, at least when he was standing in front of a bunch of cheap rental cars.

“I'm glad you could all make it. I heard there was some trouble with some of your contracts and compensations. I hope those are all taken care of?” Terry asked, primarily directing his question to Elisha.

“I'm fine. I said I would do it, and I'm going to,” Elisha smiled at the bald, skinny guy in his late 20s who had decided to wear a gray suit for the arrival of his cast.

“Dude! What's with the formalwear?” Hayden immediately remarked Terry's choice of wardrobe for the day.

“I just thought it would show my appreciation better if I didn't show up in jeans and a t-shirt with snot running down my face. What do you think?” Terry smiled at his youngest starlet.

“That's fine for now, but aren't we going to some town that's pretty much the stereotypical example of dirty jeans, snotty faces, muddy streets, wooden houses, and that sort of thing?” Lindsay asked as she scouted for the best car of the three Terry had reserved.

“Yes, we actually are. But the good thing is that the hotel is so cheap that you don't have to nap in a small bed in a trailer,” Terry replied.

“Now, it is an actual hotel, right? Not a big house with some creepy old lady who's just glad to 'help' young people out?” Lindsay asked skeptically.

“It is an actual hotel and there is no creepy old lady who owns an axe in the vicinity. The lodgings will be fine, trust me. However…” Terry prepared to give the girls some bad news. That caught their attention quickly.

“The weather forecast isn't looking too good for tomorrow, so we'll have to shoot the scenes outside the church today,”

When six pairs of angry and confused eyes were staring him down his charm wasn't able to calm them down.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Amber angrily blurted, followed by more objections.

“We can't shoot today! Are you kidding? The makeup alone will take the rest of the day,” Mandy's reaction was closer to panic than anger.

“The forecast says it'll pour tomorrow, and that'll just wipe away all that discount fake blood we reluctantly invested in, so we really don't have a choice if we want to stay on schedule,” Terry tried to explain himself, but the girls weren't buying it.

“You didn't think about checking the forecast beforehand? Is everything else even set up down there? We can't really walk on location and start just adlibbing it because we don't have dozens of corpses around us, not to mention…other important stuff!” Amber ranted stepping on a few words.

“The guys started putting the set together this morning; it'll be done once we get here. We informed the locals that we'll need the church today and not tomorrow, everything's clear. All we need to do now is get you guys to the set, in wardrobe, rush you through the makeup, and we'll be ready,” Terry tried to save his skin and got a little closer this time.

The girls looked at each other, all with unsure expressions on their faces. What option did they really have? Delaying the production would be a bad idea in general, not to mention if the rain wouldn't go away they would have to postpone filming even more.

“What do you say?” Terry asked for final confirmation.

“Yeah, I guess we just have to do it then,” Lindsay nodded along with her costars.

*** ***

Chapter III - Technical Difficulties

The front of the Morton church was riddled with horribly setup cameras and lights with the horrified crew running around trying to fix everything before the actors got on the set. Unfortunate for them the cast showed up halfway, all dressed and made up, breaking the last shards of credibility they had left. Amber took one look at the set and decided that it wasn't going to work out.

“Terry, seriously…do you really think we can pull this off before the sun comes up?” Amber asked quietly keeping her aggravation to herself.

“Well, I admit it looks pretty bad, but…we got the cameras, corpses, and the lights, so all we need is you and your lines, really,” Terry tried explain the chaos.

“The sound is still a little screwy, so you'll have to wait for at least 10 minutes for that,” One of the crewmembers informed the director about the situation, making him squirm in his clothes.

“Dude, this isn't going to work out. We should just head back to the hotel to get some sleep. Anyone with me?” Mitch pointed out and got three positive replies from Amber, Lindsay, and Mandy.

“Let's just try it with this set-up, OK? If it's not going well, we'll call it a night and wait for the weather to clear up, ok?” Terry took one more desperate attempt to get the scene over with, even if he had time for only one take.

The actors agreed, confident of failure, and took their places.

“OK! Linds, you're standing in front of the church looking exhausted and your legs are about to give in. Mandy, I want you next to the corpse near the camera…what now?” Terry was interrupted by the cameraman who whispered something in his ear.

“For God's sake, what now?” Lindsay snapped as Terry walked to the camera, and the cameraman started pointed at the screen and shook his head mumbling something under his breath.

“Is there any way you can fix it?” The actors heard the director asking the technician who was standing behind them, but based on his reaction it wasn't looking too good.

“OK, try to fix it. I'll calm these guys down,” Terry wiped his sweaty forehead and walked in the middle of extras dressed as corpses, “Listen, guys, there's a problem with the camera,” those words inspired Amber's frustration to bloom, and she started cursing and kicking sand all over the place.

“What's the problem?” Mandy inquired and walked up to Terry.

“We're not getting the feed through the camera, but don't worry; Larry's checking it out right now. It's probably just a small glitch and we'll have it running in no time,” Terry explained.

“A minor glitch…the camera not recording is a minor glitch? What about the two other ones?” Amber asked with some condescension in her voice.

“Same problem, I have no idea what it could be,” Larry the technician yelled behind the camera.

“The camera doesn't work, and the technician doesn't know what the problem is…thanks, goodbye!” Amber stated and stormed off the set.

“He's getting it fixed, don't…Amber!” Terry tried to get her back, but all he got was the finger.

“Dude, this is useless. We should just take it on the chin and work out something else. I mean, we can shoot interiors for a week, right?” Michelle asked him.

“That was the plan until the cameras broke down, yeah. We'll just have to hope for the best and maybe we'll get something done tomorrow,” Terry admitted defeat and walked back to the technician.

“Tough luck! I guess this was kind of a bad start, huh?” Mandy said as they started walking off toward the hotel.

“Yeah, that's what it is. Maybe tomorrow we'll wake up with out legs paralyzed by cold hotel rooms and all the equipment stolen,” Lindsay stated.

“That's impossible. Who would want to steal a bunch of broken cameras?” Michelle smirked.

“Good point. So, anyone up for some nightlife exploration?” Lindsay suggested.

“Nah, I think I'll just go to bed. Just in case we can get to work tomorrow,” Mandy rationalized, not wanting to break her routine of going to bed early.

“I'm game. There's no way we'll get to work tomorrow, anyway. I think Terry's trying to drag this down for some reason, he might have a personal agenda,” Michelle contemplated.

“Oh yeah, totally! He purposely sabotaged the production to get in my pants. It's kinda flattering,” Lindsay smiled.

“I think he's got the hots for Ambert, personally. Did you see how he reacted to her leaving? I'm surprised he didn't yell out come back honey! We'll work it out, I promise,” Mitch laughed and turned her eyes to Mandy, “What do you think?”

“I'm not gonna take part in this conversation, sorry,” Mandy quickly replied and let out a laugh.

“Man…no fun for Mandy today, did someone get hit by a car, or something?” Lindsay asked.

“No, no, I just think its ridiculous that you guys are considering that Terry cast someone just based on having a crush on someone, that's all,” Mandy answered.

“Terry has a crush on someone? You know something that we don't?” Lindsay playfully teased Mandy.

“Spill the beans, we'll find out eventually!” Mitch yelled out just loud enough for Terry to hear.

“I ain't saying anything, I'm going to have a bath and forget this conversation took place, and you should too!” Mandy refused to indulge them and walked down the road to the hotel while Lindsay and Michelle stayed behind.

“There's definitely something going on here, right?” Lindsay asked as she lit a cigarette.

“Yeah…maybe it's Mandy he has a crush on, that's why she won't talk about it,” Michelle dug a pack out herself.

“She wouldn't do that to Zach, would she? She's like in high heavens with that guy,” Lindsay wondered, not sure why Mandy would risk her relationship by working with a guy who was interested in her.

“Yeah, she wouldn't be here if she knew it was her. So that leaves out four options.”

“Four? Who are you leaving out?”

“Listen, I've made it completely clear to Terry that I'm not having any relationships with directors, especially him.”

“Aww, do you think he really cares that you said that? I think he'll be on your ass the entire time we're here,” As Lindsay said that, Mitch turned to her.

“What about you, huh?”

“Me? Oh, please…he knows he's not my type, I'm not falling for any of his attempts to rip my panties off. By the way, do the guys know that you started smoking?” Lindsay asked, a little surprised by the fact that Miss Goody Two-Shoes was sucking on a cancer stick.

“Nah, I don't smoke around them. Word gets along, people start talking, next is a batch of coke, whatever. You know how that goes.”

“Yeah, I do. So…” Lindsay seriously stared her down until she got her to look, “You wanna do a line, or what?”

Mitch looked at Lindsay's face for a while and then lazily replied, “Fuck you.”

“I'm just messing around,” Lindsay laughed while Mitch shook her head half seriously.

“You know, you're on a self-destructive path, missy. Next thing you know you'll find yourself in a parking lot taking it up the ass for a new fix,” Michelle preached as they started walking down the street toward the town's only bar.

“Yeah, yeah, we'll see…what's wrong with taking it up the ass, anyway? If a guy can handle it, why can't we?” Lindsay smiled.

“I'm no Mandy Moore when it comes to provocative talk, but I ain't going there. You gonna wear those to the bar, or are you gonna change?” Michelle referred to the wardrobe Lindsay was going to wear for the scene; tight jeans and a revealing white top with the smallest straps anyone could imagine.

“Sure! Who gives a shit. I think we look rather stunning in our cost-effective clothing, don't you?” Lindsay took a look at Michelle's leather miniskirt and jacket covering a skintight black top.

“Yeah, the five buck whore thing might just pay off around here,” Mitch laughed.

“Close enough for me!”

***

Mandy stepped into her room and locked the door behind her. Even though it was a small town, there was no telling how many creeps resided here. She fell on the bed and stared at the plain wood ceiling, her mind starting to wander to places she felt lonely in. She hadn't even got a message from Zach, let alone a call. What was keeping him? He should have been home by now and he must have checked received calls before…maybe he just forgot? No, he wouldn't forget something like that when it came to her. They had pledged everlasting love and wouldn't forget about each other that easily. Wasn't he thinking about her all day long? Wasn't he missing her? She missed him, thought about him every minute, and felt unbearable pain because they had to be so far away from one another.

The thought of calling him had occurred to her, but if he hadn't called her there had to be a good reason. He had to be in the middle of something really important not to call back.

“It's the wrinkles…the fucking ugly, goddamn unattractive 'please don't fuck me' wrinkles,” Mandy cursed and walked into the bathroom.

Mandy's face hadn't aged, only her mind had gotten paranoid. When people looked at her, they saw nothing but perfection, flawless beauty in her face, especially Zach…but when she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes started manifesting flaws in her reflection. It would happen so fast that she wouldn't even notice it, aging. All the skin cream in the world couldn't stop it. She started going through her stash of lotions she had laid out on the bathroom table.

“There's one…I can see you, you little creep. And all your friends.”

Mandy started applying the lotion on her face, hoping that she wouldn't see those creases anymore. But all the lotion in the world wouldn't cure her brain from the disease she had - paranoia.

***

Amber's temper had only grown with the dramatic exit she had made at the church when she got back to the hotel. She was throwing tantrums all the way from the entrance, up the stairs, and to her room where she was finally convinced that no one would notice that she was upset there.

“Wrong place, wrong time, wrong asshole director…”

Amber violently kicked her shoes off and dug up a piece of paper and a pen from her purse. “Wrong faulty equipment, too tolerant coworkers, future unemployed technician…” She sat down on the bed and placed the paper on her leg, starting to put pieces of thoughts together.

“Wrong place, wrong time, why did I leave? Who is this person that wants their own attention? Did they leave to impress someone…what bullshit,” Amber crumpled the paper and threw it in the trashcan.

Amber got up and started walking around the room waving her arms back and forth, trying to get a thought going.

“This is the quietest place in the country and all I have is time, but I still can't concentrate to write a single fucking verse. Fucking Terry…FUCK!” Amber yelled out.

Catching a glimpse of a few locals headed to the bar from the second floor window, Amber felt compelled to see whether she could get any inspiration from the soothing effect of alcohol, but abandoned the idea because she would have to dress up and walk down there with no guarantee that she would even have a good time.

“Glimpse that I can't reach…because I'm just too damn lazy.”

***

Hayden had already slipped into her nightgown at 10:00 PM, but she was still awake lying down on her bed looking at the stars through her window. She was rubbing her legs together as if waiting for something, and quickly it was there; a knock on the door. She stood up and walked to open it wearing very little; a short, white nightgown and panties. But she knew who was there. She opened the door with a smile.

“Now, who might you be? Harassing young girls is kind of…morally questionable, don't you think?” Hayden painted an innocent smile on her face and pulled the man in.

“I'm not harassing anyone, I just show up on a lady's request,” Terry replied and took his jacket off as Hayden locked the door.

“That must've been a quick shoot. Amber's down the hall yelling like Tarzan about how shitty director you are,” Hayden snuggled her way closer against Terry.

“The cameras weren't working, we had to call it off,” Terry answered uncomfortably as Hayden was grinding herself against him.

“Oh? Sabotaging equipment to get here faster, are we?” Hayden teased and ran her hands down Terry's back.

“Just so you know, regardless of what you may think, I didn't have anything to do with that. If the guys can't get it fixed we might be here for a very long time.”

“More fun for us, right?” Hayden pushed Terry on the bed and slowly straddled him, “Besides, who cares about this stupid film? I know why you did it,” she bent down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He could feel Hayden's firm, young breasts brushing against him as their lips parted.

“Well, I was planning on making some money off of it, but you do raise a fair point,” Terry smiled as he slid his hands under Hayden's nightgown, caressing her flat belly and running his finger around her navel.

Hayden stared him down with relaxed enjoyment on her face. She loved being touched by a guy almost 10 years older than her, and the thought of having someone in bed with her who wouldn't cum in their pants was intriguing her. They hadn't done it yet, but it was in both of their heads just to rip each other's clothes off and have hours of pleasure where no one could find out about it.

***

Lindsay and Michelle walked across the small parking lot with only one old car standing at the end of it. The bar looked just like the general outlook of the small town; aged and not very sanitized, a bunch of beer cans and empty packs of cigarettes were scattered around the entrance as if the owner just threw all the trash out as it came. Mitch groaned at the idea of going into a place like this, but for Lindsay it was perfect; she could really let it all hang out here, and since the locals didn't seem like the type of people to care about the L.A. scene, she probably wouldn't end up on the cover of every tabloid for stripping on a table.

Mitch had to pull the heavy door open with both hands and a breeze of air was sucked into the bar, as if it hadn't had a single breath in years. Just like opening the door was heavy it slammed shut with a loud thump catching the bartender's attention, but the customers seemed to be too occupied with their drinks to care who walked in.

“Oh my God!” Lindsay chuckled silently as he looked at the crowd of patrons, one looking worse after another.

“Well, I suppose we should order something,” Mitch rationalized, hoping if she could get drunk enough she might just be able to stand the environment.

They walked up to the counter and sat on the stools. The bartender was an obese, bald man with lazy eye. He stared the girls down, but didn't say anything.

“What's the popular drink around here?” Lindsay asked, expecting a somewhat civilized answer, but as she looked at the shelves, she could only see several bottles of whiskey.

“Jack Daniel's, it's the only drink around here unless you want a pitcher of beer. You don't seem the type for that, do ya?” The bartender murmured and took out two glasses and filled them up with the foul, brown liquid.

Mitch and Lindsay reluctantly picked up the glasses and took a look inside, “Just don't smell it, or look at it, it's still better than beer,” Lindsay reasoned and gulped the drink down. Michelle was having more trouble with the booze, but kept slowly sipping it as Lindsay got filler.

A jukebox was standing in the corner, but judging by the layer of dust on it the girls weren't going to get much joy out of that thing. The air was filled with smoke and the lisping of old drunks who had nothing better to do but sit in their designated tables talking about the good times. The whiskey kept flowing down the girls' throats, trying to numb their senses down enough to make this place look appropriate enough to even take a piss.

“You know…you can go fugh…yourself!” Lindsay and Michelle heard a familiar voice from the bathroom across the room and saw Elisha stumbling toward them with an empty bottle in her hand.

“Hi guys!” Elisha cheerfully greeted and fell down on the floor.

“Oh, Christ…how long have you been here?” Mitch asked as Elisha pulled herself up to a stool next to them.

“Oh…five hours, give or take. I was in, I was in the bathroom with the…some bitch and this bottle, I dunno,” Elisha tried to down the last drops in her mouth, but ended up missing and the whiskey ran down her chin, “Barkeep, another one of these!” She slammed the bottle on the counter almost breaking it.

“Maybe you should tone it down a bit, miss,” A man dressed in a white suit sitting a feet away from the girls suggested.

Lindsay, Michelle, and Elisha stared at the blonde man wondering how they didn't notice him before. The suit itself should have been a beacon enough to catch their attention, but they didn't have recollection of him whatsoever.

“Who the hell are you to tell me when I should stop? I know my limits,” Elisha said as she received her second bottle from the barkeep.

“Yeah, mister out-of-thin-air! When did you get in here?” Lindsay, almost as drunk as Elisha, inquired with some animosity.

“I've been here a while. How about yourself?” The man threw the question back.

“An hour, maybe…what time is it?” Lindsay asked Mitch who was the most sober out of them.

“It's almost midnight. Maybe we should head back to the hotel?” Michelle wasn't very pleased with the night so far.

“I agree. The two of you look like you could use some sleep. And believe it or not, this town isn't exactly safe to walk around at night,” The man pointed out.

“Let me guess…you'll be more than happy to escort us to our hotel and then you'll ask to come in for a nightcap?” Lindsay questioned the man's motives, confident that all this guy was after was between their legs.

“No, I'm confident that if you leave now you'll be fine by yourselves. However, if you stay here any longer there might be consequences that you'd rather not deal with,” The man stood up and walked to the girls.

“I think that's a good idea. Come on, let's go!” Mitch got up, leaving her drink half finished on the counter.

“Bullshit! I ain't going nowhere at this hour, and you shouldn't either. Come on, Mitch,” Elisha stumbled over to Michelle and grabbed her by the shoulders, “Let's have a party! Forget this guy, this…what was your name again?”

“Matthew.”

“Matty here…is trying to separate us! Stay here with us,” Elisha enclosed Mitch into her drunken embrace, “I love you dude, don't go!”

“Yeah, ok,” Michelle pushed Elisha off her and took two steps backwards, “Listen, you guys have fun. Me and Matt are gonna go somewhere else, ok?”

“Ooo…gotcha!” Lindsay winked at Michelle.

“No…you know what? I'm not even gonna bother, so I'll see you tomorrow,” Michelle said her goodbye and exited the bar with the white-suited man.

Elisha disappointedly sat next to Lindsay and the two looked at each other, “You want a drink?” The blonde asked and poured Lindsay's glass full.

The night was getting cold as Michelle and her new acquaintance Matt walked off down the sandy street.

“So…you don't really fit into this town. Why are you here for?” Michelle asked, puzzled about the man's origin.

“Yeah, I don't really fit anywhere nowadays. I used to, but not anymore,” Matthew sort of answered without answering.

“Yeah…and what are you doing here, again?” Mitch giggled a little lit up from the whiskey.

“That's right, I didn't really answer…I was sent here with my partner by our superiors to check things out.”

“Oh, a partner…that's nice,” Mitch played disappointed as she heard that, getting a reaction from the guy.

“Just a business partner, mind you. Our boss doesn't condone that kind of activity.”

“Wow, I didn't think you could do that anymore. Discriminate based upon orientation, I mean.”

“I don't think of it as discrimination, it's just the way He meant it to be.”

Michelle glanced at Matthew; he was looking straight ahead as they walked, not laying one eye on her body. It made her feel a little safer with the stranger, but at the same time the thought of being unwanted was lurking in her skull. Were Elisha and Lindsay the ones he wanted to go with? What did they have that she didn't…?

“I'm sorry if my intentions aren't what you hoped for, but you shouldn't judge yourself based on my demeanor,” Matt interrupted Michelle's thoughts, throwing her completely off.

“What? I don't…what do you mean?” Mitch tried to cover up her attraction to him.

“It's nothing like what you think. I've taken a vow that I won't be tempted by earthly desires.”

Michelle stared at Matt with confusion and suddenly they stopped. She felt her heart warming as he laid his eyes on her and took her hand.

“Michelle, you're a beautiful and talented young woman, and you can't let your insecurities overshadow that. You'll have your time if you just let go of your envy,” Matt spoke and his words felt truer than anything else, but she couldn't admit it out loud.

“Listen, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not…I don't envy anyone, I'm very happy with the way I am,” Mitch tried to convince Matt and herself.

“Are you?” Matt asked the question and let go of her hand, he turned around and walked to the entrance of…the church?

“How in the hell? How did we end up here? We must've walked past the hotel already,” Michelle looked around and recognized the area.

“It's just a shortcut. Regardless of where you are, you can always find your way here. If you ever need any advice or someone to talk to…I'll be here,” Matthew said and walked into the church.

Michelle was left standing outside puzzled about the stranger, how they got to the church, and most of all what how Matt's words could catch her off guard like that.

“Locals…they must be spying on me.”

***

Back at the bar, Elisha had passed out on the counter and was mumbling in her sleep while Lindsay was still going strong.

“Elisha---a…are you still alive? Huh?” Lindsay squeaked at her friend and wiped the drool on Elisha's face off.

“Well, fuck you too,” Lindsay whispered under her breath and took a sip from her seventh glass.

After sitting there for couple of hours, talking to an incomprehensible person for the last one, and having a large amount of booze in her, she had started getting bored. She stared at the bottom of the glass and sighed, she hadn't even gotten in the mood to do something crazy like usual. The whiskey obviously wasn't her drink…but what?

“What the hell?” Lindsay stared at the glass and the remaining liquid started to take a shape.

“You came to us…”

Lindsay heard the familiar voices in her head again, the same ones she heard in the nightmare.

“No…did I fall asleep? I couldn't have.”

“Not for long…by sundown we'll find you.”

“Shit! Oh, shit! I gotta wake up!” Lindsay cried out feeling the panic overcome her.

Lindsay stood up and looked around the bar filled with nightmarish smoke, and strange faces sitting in the tables were staring at her.

“OK, I can do this…just like last time…” Lindsay took a few deep breaths to prepare her lungs, “Ready? Ready? Okay…wake *umph*…” she felt a hand over her mouth stopping her from screaming.

As Lindsay looked around the room with the hand on her mouth, she started seeing normally again. Elisha was still passed out, the smoke was from cigarettes, and the drunks were still making a big racket.

“You really shouldn't do that here, miss. These people don't take kindly to strangers messing up their evening,” The voice of a young man echoed in Lindsay's ears, and she felt the hand letting go of her.

Lindsay turned around to see a young man staring at her. She felt so embarrassed about freaking out that she couldn't even say anything.

“You alright?” The man asked with a smile.

“Uh…yeah, I'm just a little buzzed, that's all,” Lindsay replied and wiped her face just to recover.

“Maybe I should take you home? You seem kind of done.”

“Yeah, that's a good idea. I, um…I'm staying at the hotel. If you could get me there that would be awesome.”

“Alright, let's go,” The man opened the door for Lindsay and they stepped out, leaving Elisha to her puddle of drool.

Lindsay was about to fall down but the man caught her just in time, “Whoa! I have a car, maybe we should just drive there?” he suggested.

“That's a good idea,” Lindsay giggled in his arms as they walked toward the car in the dark corner of the parking lot.

They arrived at the car and the man laid Lindsay down on the hood as he started looking for his keys, “Hold on, I've got them somewhere,” the man said as Lindsay laid down on her stomach on the hood.

Lindsay started staring at the bulge in the man's pants as he “couldn't find his keys”, and started thinking whether this car was even his.

“You know what? The motor was making a funny noise today so I checked it before I went in the bar, maybe it's under the car,” The man walked behind Lindsay and kneeled down to “check” under.

Lindsay could feel the eyes watching closely at her body from behind. The thought of some stranger fucking her in a weird place, next to a bar with lots of people, and being completely drunk while at it was probably the most immoral thing a person could do…and it got her so wet.

The man kept running his hand under the car as if looking for the keys, but his eyes were firmly on Lindsay's ass. She felt the urge to just pull her pants down basically rape the guy, but she decided to take it just a little more slowly.

“So…what's your name?” Lindsay asked like she cared, turning her head to look at the guy who was caught watching her closely.

“I was just checking under the car…they weren't there,” For a guy who had just been caught ogling at her goodies he was very calm; probably because he knew how wasted this girl was.

“Check again…maybe you'll find something else that you'll like,” Lindsay flirted and smiled at him, trying to signal that it was okay.

“Um, listen…this isn't really my car, I really shouldn't even touch it,” The guy tried to explain himself.

“It's OK…you know what? These aren't really my clothes, either. I probably shouldn't wear them, don't you think?” Lindsay looked as coy and innocent she could and started slowly pulling her jeans down, revealing her blue g-string inch by inch. “You'd better answer this time; what's your name?”

“Uh…Jack,” The man quickly came up with a false name.

“Jack, is it?” Lindsay saw through the lie, but didn't care, “Tell me, Jack…have you ever fucked a movie star?” her jeans finally dropped down to her ankles and revealed her gorgeous legs, her ass that was only protected by a small strip of blue material and her tattoo 'la bella vita' just above her pale behind, “Feel it…put your hand between my legs.”

Jack hesitated at first, but Lindsay's inviting stare made her hand move. His hand shook a bit as he touched her thigh and made his way up closer to her honey pot. A cool breeze blew through the lot as he finally laid his fingers against the warmth of the girl's crotch, and the heat emanated through the cloth felt so good just on his fingers.

“Pull them aside and put your finger inside…” Lindsay commanded the nervous kid who was about the get the treatment of a lifetime.

Jack took his other hand and pulled the string aside and felt the soft, wet, and shaven skin on his fingers. Lindsay sighed at his touch and started shivering with excitement. She had been without a dick for a long time, and the mere finger of this complete stranger was almost enough to make her scream.

“Stick it in and feel it…feel my pussy,” Lindsay demanded, almost on the brink of insanity.

Being told by this beautiful young girl, Jack followed orders and slid his fingers into Lindsay's slick cavity, making her moan with yearning. He started sliding it back and forth, getting gasping and moans from her every entry. She wanted to just scream for him to fuck her, but she knew it would be so much better if she held out just a while longer.

“Fuck…I wanna be inside you now!” Jack groaned as his bulge was getting bigger.

“Not yet, sweetie…drop your pants,” Lindsay said wanting to see how big Jack's member was.

Jack quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, his unit was nearly coming through the fabric of his boxers, and as he pulled them down Lindsay saw his 7-inch rod standing there right next to her pussy. It was painful not to take it in right there, but she had some patience left, even in her drunken state.

“Rub it against me…don't push it in, just rub it.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Jack removed his finger from Lindsay's cunt and pushed the head of his dick against her clit. That touch was overwhelming to him; he almost lost control of his legs as the warm juice flowed on him. Lindsay smiled when she felt the excitement of this man on her skin, “Rub it up and down, Jack. Make me want it,” she said and pulled her top down revealing those big, round breasts.

Jack started moving his cock up and down on Lindsay's hot slit while watching her squeeze her nipples. He could only see the side of her boobs, but just that sight was enough to make his pulse racing to its limit. While keeping his right hand on his dick to control it, he reached out with his left one and softly grabbed Lindsay's breast and felt his hand sinking into her soft body.

“Do you like my boobs, Jack?” Lindsay teased Jack.

“Oh yeah, baby. They're fucking nice,” Jack started relaxing a bit, not so intimidated by this girl's presence, “Lindsay, I wanna fuck you right now!”

So he did recognize her, Lindsay thought, she couldn't imagine what kind of a turn-on it was to lay hands on a piece of ass like herself, but on top of that she was famous; the entire world wanted to fuck her, and he would get that.

“Not yet, Jack. You have to do something first,” Lindsay said, and immediately Jack pulled his cock away and was almost on her knees ready to lick her, but that wasn't what she wanted, “Not that, Jack. Stand up,” she ordered and turned around.

There he stood, in front of this gorgeous woman with his hard dick pointing at her. Lindsay sat there on the hood of a car with her full, round breasts bared, and her eager, swollen snatch just waiting for a good fucking. What could she possibly want?

“You wanna fuck a superstar?” Lindsay asked with a serious tone.

“Fuck yeah!” Jack gasped.

“Say it. Say that you wanna fuck a famous pussy.”

“I wanna fuck your famous pussy, Lindsay!”

Lindsay smiled, she had gotten what she wanted and laid back on the hood with her legs wide open. Jack couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her legs keeping them spread, and stuck his member with ease into that famous cunt.

Lindsay let out a yelp when the head of Jack's rod hit bottom fully inside her. He stayed in that position for a few seconds just to feel all that heat and moisture all over him, and then he pulled out to regain his composure. The dick slid back in with a little more control now, and started pounding Lindsay with deep, disciplined thrusts.

“Oh, God…fuck!” Lindsay cried out as heavenly bliss came over her.

Jack's face said it all; while he invaded Lindsay's tight cavity, his brain was boiling. He couldn't take this treatment for long, he thought. No, he had to last longer…not like this. He watched as Lindsay's breasts bounced up and down with every stroke, and her face was begging for it hard.

“Don't come yet, please! I want you inside me so bad,” Lindsay cooed between gasps, and as a result Jack pulled out.

“Shit,” Jack cursed having pulled out just in time so he wouldn't blow his load yet.

“Come on, baby. You can do better than that,” Lindsay said and started rubbing her clit as Jack tried to recover.

“Okay…I'm ready again,” Jack said and readied to push himself inside Lindsay again.

“Wait a second…” Lindsay turned around on her stomach on the hood, thinking that maybe if he wouldn't see her boobs bouncing he wouldn't cum so fast.

Jack readied himself for a second try and entered Lindsay from behind. The feeling was still the same; unbelievably intoxicating and exciting. He managed to push himself deeper this time, getting an even stronger reaction from Lindsay; she started frantically trying to find something to grab onto while the cock inside her was rubbing her wet insides with delight. She grabbed onto the car as hard as she could feeling her climax approaching.

“You're gonna make me cum, Jack! Your cock feels so…fucking…good!” Lindsay squealed and started shaking.

Jack moaned when he felt Lindsay's hot pussy convulsing around his dick. He pushed himself inside even harder, making the poor girl almost cry. She exploded onto him as her lungs yelled out his name; surprisingly he was able to keep his pace regardless.

“Oh, Jack…you made me cum,” Lindsay smiled in satisfaction while still enjoying the deep thrusts that were making her buttocks ripple.

“Oh yeah, Lindsay! Do you like this cock, baby?” Jack talked dirty feeling exceptionally good about making this little whore come.

“I fucking love that cock. It feels so good inside me…” Even though this had been a very pleasurable experience, Lindsay wanted this guy to finish, and from her experience, nothing made guys finish quicker than what she was about to do.

“Mmm…you wanna put it in my ass?” Lindsay smiled, surprising Jack even more.

“You want it in your ass?” Jack asked just to be sure he wasn't delusional.

“I fucking love it in my ass,” Lindsay replied and spread her soft buttocks while Jack pulled out.

Jack couldn't believe the situation he was in, it had been a luckiest night of his life so far, and now this girl wanted it in her ass too? He thanked God in high heavens as he pushed the head of his cock against Lindsay's eager, little butthole.

“Uhmmm…deeper, Jack, deeper,” Lindsay pleaded as the dick slid past her sphincter and deeper inside her bottom.

Soon Jack couldn't push any deeper, he couldn't get the last two inches in, and so he started pumping into Lindsay's tight, little ass with short strokes. Even though the girl had already gotten off, she took pleasure in knowing that she could make this guy come within seconds. She started relaxing those muscles inside that she had trained with a number of guys and readied to milk this guy clean.

“You ready, Jack?” Lindsay asked with a seductive look on her face.

“I'm not coming yet, baby. You're gonna get it hard!” Jack smiled, not knowing what was coming.

Suddenly he felt Lindsay's assmuscles clamping down on his cock and he cried out in both pain and pleasure. As he started gasping he saw some of his friends exiting the bar only 20 feet away from them.

“Don't you dare make a sound,” Lindsay playfully ordered Jack to keep his mouth shut, but she didn't stop her treatment for a second.

Jack tried as hard as he could not to cry out as Lindsay's butt was massaging his hard member like no other girl. She wiggled her bottom around and kept convulsing her muscles around the cock inside her butt, even tighter and warmer than her young pussy.

Finally Jack's friends got out of sight and Jack let out a series of groans and violent gasps. He could feel the pressure in his balls rushing up his shaft that was stuck up Lindsay's ass.

“Stop, Lindsay! I'm coming!” Jack moaned but Lindsay wasn't indulging him.

“Yeah, I'll make you cum you little bitch!” Lindsay whimpered and clamped down on Jack's cock as hard as she could.

Jack screamed as his shaft started pumping his semen into Lindsay's warm rectum with force, and was joined by Lindsay in his screaming when she felt the enjoyment of Jack's sperm filling her up.

During the entire time Jack was shooting jets inside Lindsay, she never stopped working her muscles and pinching the very last drop of jizz out of him until he wouldn't be able to move. Jack looked down to see the pale buttcheeks revolving and convulsing around his dick until he got lightheaded.

“Lindsay… I…” Jack's eyes rolled back in his head falling back he plopped out of Lindsay's butthole and lost consciousness.

Lindsay turned around in shock at what had just happened, “Holy shit! I'm sooo the best!” she smiled and let out one more sigh to catch her breath. Jack hadn't hit his head on anything; he was just lying down on the parking lot like the happiest guy in the world completely out of it. Lindsay decided that it was time to leave this guy, and she pulled get underwear and jeans back on, and fixed her top.

Before leaving the scene, Lindsay blew her one night stand a last kiss, “Ciao, baby!”

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Chapter IV - Deserted Town

Hayden walked down the stairs into the hotel lobby, not seeing the clerk anywhere.

“That's weird…where the hell is everyone?” Hayden thought out loud. She had knocked on all her costars doors, but hadn't gotten an answer.

The street was completely empty, and rainy clouds were covering the sky. Hayden stepped outside hoping to find someone, but no such luck. She saw no one at either end of the street, and all the windows and doors were closed.

“Great, a virus outbreak and I wasn't notified,” Hayden smirked and started walking toward the church. Maybe Terry had decided to film today, anyway?

Hayden arrived at the church, but saw no traces of the filming equipment, or the crew. She stopped to listen, but other than the wind blowing through the streets there was no sound.

There was something near the bench sitting on the side of the street, something that hadn't been there before. Hayden started slowly walking toward it, the image becoming clearer and clearer…scattered fist-sized rocks lay there in a puddle of dark red liquid.

“What?” Hayden thought as she got closer.

Being 15 feet away from the weird puddle, she stopped in horror. It couldn't have been…could it? She was too afraid to move, too afraid to even look behind her.

Suddenly she heard fast footsteps coming toward her. Someone was running fast, but Hayden couldn't muster up the courage to turn around or run. The steps came closer until she felt someone stopping behind her.

“Hayden!”

Hayden screamed in utter shock when her name was called out, not realizing that it was Michelle.

“Hayden, for Christ's sake!” Mitch tried to calm her down, but the girl was still screaming.

“Please don't hurt me, please!” Hayden cried covering her face with her hands.

“Hayden, it's Michelle! Stop screaming!” Michelle grabbed her and tried to shake it out of her.

Slowly Hayden opened her eyes and recognized her friend and quickly grabbed her into her arms, “Mitch, what's going on?”

“I don't know, honey. Everyone's at the bar, you should come there with me, ok?”

“Is everyone alright? There's no one here, I haven't seen anyone,” Hayden was still crying.

“Let's just get to the bar and we'll try to figure it out, OK?”

To be continued…