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November Rain by Emily

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Disclaimer: Lost Boys own Paul, Guns ‘n’ Roses own November Rain, I own Melanie. Acknowledgments: Caffeine and all its goodness plus lack of chocolate which starts me writing out of bioredome and need to be doing something other than thinking of the lack of chocolate. (A bet that my friends and I can’t give up chocolate for 6 weeks) When I look into your eyes, I can see a love restrained, But darlin’ when I hold you, Don’t you know I feel the same

     As he traced his finger along her golden arm, relishing the touch of human warmth, she shivered slightly. The sensation was cool yet richly amazing, enough to softly butter her eyes, smoothing them over & allowing her to see the vision she desired. Paul. Flaxen hair touched his forehead, flopping gently, just slightly to the left. Cool blue eyes consoled her every pain, simply with a look. He drew her closer, enticing her into his embrace, kissing her forehead ever so gently, softly pressing his lips around her face and then slowing to meet her in a delicious kiss. Nothing lasts forever, and we both know hearts can change, And it’s hard to hold a candle, in the cold November rain

     The lock of hair, so perfectly pushed to the left, the sky like eyes, the melting kiss, slowly drew away. A soft mirage swayed in front of her, finally focusing. Yet another replacement. This one had been closer than most. The skin texture, the eyes, even the kiss were startlingly similar. Even the coldness was right; at least now. A tear dropped softly down her cheek. Always the same routine- she did not know why she put herself through this torture. Paul was dead. We’ve been through this such a long, long time Jus’ trying to kill the pain

     She looked up at her victim for tonight. Victims such as he were no longer scarce in the town. Her black widow reputation preceded her with most males. They either avoided her or came to her intent on her, due to the ‘easy’ reputation. She shook her head gently, pressing his chest as she turned to walk away. But lovers always come and lovers always go, And no-one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today Walking away

     Paul grabbed the girl’s hand as she attempted to go. “Hey, what’s up honey. Aren’t you coming for a ride?”

     Always the ride, a piece of information Paul had gained along the years. Just offer a ride and your meal’s done for the night. Only one girl had ever refused and she had gone on to become a permanent member.

     He let his eyes show innocence he had long since forgotten, though not completely lost. The girl shook her head and continued her walk. If we could take the time to lay it on the line I could rest my head Just knowin’ that you were mine All mine

     Paul pursued his chase, coughing back the shock of her refusal. Letting his mind take control he ran to the girl. A vision of what she desired. Melanie looked in shock at the stranger. Her stranger, whom she had lost so suddenly. She reached out her hand, eyes wide. Tracing his arms, she pulled closer. His smell was musty, almost as though from the grave.

     Her whisper was inaudible, even to the finest tuned ears. “Paul.”

     She fell into his arms. So if you want to love me Then darlin’ don’t refrain Or I’ll just end up walkin’ In the cold November rain

     Paul grinned. His thoughts counselled him, as did the girl’s actions. A lost lover, forever held a prison of her past heartbreak.

     Interesting. He had become in her eyes a male of about his own human death age. Blond hair, short, to the style of the early 80s. His eyes remained the same, yet his clothes were smart- a white tuxedo. On his finger was a wedding ring, which fit perfectly into that which she wore.

     Too perfectly. Do you need some time on your own Do you need some time all alone Everybody needs some time on their own Don’t you know you need some time all alone

     Paul ran. I know it’s hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn’t time be out to charm you

     Melanie collapsed to the floor, once more left by her fiancée. Sometimes I need some time… on my own Sometimes I need some time… all alone Everybody need some time on their own Don’t you know you need some time all alone

     Stood against the rails of an un-used bridge, Paul let his tears fall in a crescendo of drops, splashing into the puddles where the rain had fallen. Golden leaves fell from the autumn trees, which surrounded the nearby area. As he raised his head to the sky, the leaves stuck to his face. Falling to his knees, he broke. He remembered. He remembered the girl. He remembered the wedding, and how as he proudly stood saying his vows, he had been taken. The vows were over however and finished, but Paul a married man was no longer living. And when your fears subside And shadows still remain I know that you can love me When there’s no-one left to blame So never mind the darkness We can still find a way ‘Cause nothing lasts forever Even cold November rain

     The pair met accidentally, as he wandered, a lost man, that night. By then, Paul had met his decision. As he kissed her, a promise relived for his beautiful Melanie, he cried. As she died, he smiled. She was free, and now he was too. Don’t ya think that you need somebody Don’t ya think that you need someone Everybody needs somebody You’re not the only one You’re not the only one

     David found him later that night. A stake stained his white tailcoat, protruding vindictively from his chest. Rain poured hard on a cold November day, splashing the cold skin of the lost lovers.

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