2 comments/ 11961 views/ 1 favorites Incarnate By: CaptCarey Far too long have I hidden from my hunger. I have lain asleep long and lonely for over 200 yrs now. But something has brought desire back into my life. I was once a powerful and deadly creature. Vibrant and full of nightly mischief's. Then despair set me into depression and I hid in long dead sleep. Far it was then that some slayer found my long love and while she slept he had driven the stake into her heart and decapitated her beautiful head. I was too late to save her but I did have my vengeance on that stupid mortal. Still vengeance is a lonely mistress. And It led me into a long sorrowful depression. One that is only just begun to find a cure. You see some think that we vampires have no soul. This is not true. Yes it does depart our bodies as we sleep. Only the very oldest of us and the strongest are able to hold onto that soul in daytime. And most of the ancients gets tired of existence, as I did. And from time to time we and go into hibernation. But the soul is still there. And for sometime I have waited for the soul of my departed to be reincarnate. I have sensed this soul on earth once again. So I rise to feed and regain my strength that I may search for her. I know she will look nothing like her former self. And that she will not remember the centuries of darkness we spent together. But I will know her and win her love again. Once again our love will bring meaning to this oblivion of immortal existence. Much has changed in 200 yrs. Machines have taken the place of horses and ships sail without the wind. The world has exploded with a massive population while I slept. All these mortals run crazily around the globe tending to their wants and wishes. Never slowing down to enjoy the pitiful life they are given. There is a frantic movement all the time. I can see how they have accomplished so much in such a small time. But so naive are they. Most of them have lost belief in any thing magic. Truly most magic has departed this world long ago. But a few believers and adepts still linger. Most have given over to logic. How simple they are. Even us Vampires are delegated to fiction and fantasy. But we must live in the darkness so we have promoted that theme it is true. Still I find these new mortals exciting. There music is their one saving grace. And a movement known as Goth. Here are the souls of past vampires. They have been really exploring the Old styles of dress and mixing it with new and exciting and delicious trends. I am glade to see that some of my old friends have also been awakened by this new movement and gotten interested. It will make for some exciting parties at the very least. And so as I suspected has I have my love in this movement of kindred souls. No she doesn't look at all like the Morgana of old. Morgana had fire for hair and was tall as most men at six feet. No This lass is only five feet five at most. Her Hair is darker than night. And her eyes are the color of the sky instead of the deep green of the past. But it is her soul and she is beautiful to behold on this earth once again. I have begun to woo her already and I was glade to see she has not a kindred love chosen as yet. So that will make my courting of her a bit easier. Though she is much younger than I. She is only 22 now and I was made Vampire at mid 40. Still I don't think it will be that big of a challenge to overcome. In the old world it was more common true. But even in this time age is not seen as the big decider of love. There are many older women here that have younger men and that is as it should be also. Love and passion will always overcome those mortal immoralities. My love has begun to suspect something strange of me. I began to show up and some of the clubs she visited. We dance to wild exciting dances and she was smitten with me right away. But I have not told her of her past life yet. Nor have I taken her into my bed. She has made advances herself as I suspected she would. Her soul has always been passionate. But what has worried her I think is that she has asked me out into the daylight and I have declined. It is true that I am so ancient that I can walk undr the sun without fear. But I abhor the sunlight. Although it is only mildly painful it is too bright and ugly. I am very happy with my endless nights. The moon is the only orb I want in the heavens. Soon I will give in to our passion for each other. But first I must tell her of my true desire. For her to spend eternity with me. For I cannot bear to lay with her if she would not be willing to become Vampire. I could not stand the thought of losing her again. And I would not want to partake of her passion and be hopelessly lost if she does not want eternity. So when I see her tonight I will tell her of her past. I will use my magic to show her the love we once shared. And offer her that and more if she so desires. She came to me on the full moon last. I held her in my arms as I washed her in my magic. With it I have shown her of the life she once had. I have shown her the love we once shared and the countless ages we partook of each other. As I hoped she pressed herself to me and asked that we once more could share such passion. I could only smile and begin to fulfill her wish. I took her into my arms and transported her into my lair. I held her with my eyes as she slowly undressed for me. Her pale skin was caressed by her long black tresses. I was dazed as I touched this dark angel's skin. But she was ravenous with her passion and her kiss demanded my attention. I had to taste her deeply. I laid her on the dark velvet I had prepared for her. She moaned softly as my first bite of the evening entered into her. Just a little nibble really. A gentle tease upon her delicious neck. I moved down her body then to her breast. And there I tasted more deeply. She whimpered this time as I sucked harder from her. Her body tensed and she tried to hold me there as I began to move once more. But I had to taste her amporhoric juices between her thighs. I nibbled my way down her body to this black triangle of passion. Long did I drink from my love. Nearly too long for I began to fell her pulse weaken. So I removed my self from this feast for a bit. She lie there helpless barely did her soft breast rise or fall. But her eyes told me she was not ready to end her passions yet. I came back up to her neck then. But I did not require another taste of her. I was ready to give her of myself. I gently parted her voluptuous lips with my tongue. Then I picked up the dagger I had prepared near the head of our bed. With it I cut my own neck. Across my jugular vixen so that the blood would flow greatly from me. My Love quickly regained her strength as she fed on my fiery blood. Blood that her own har made warm and delicious. As she drank from me I Began to enter her with my manhood. Slowly at first till her strength had been regained. But soon it was my love who began to increase the momentum of our love making. She never quit sucking my neck as she wildly rolled over on top of me. I was feeling the power of our love inside me once again. It grew to a wild explosive crescendo that was driving my passion into her. It was a good thing that she passed out when we came together I think. For I would not have the strength to stop her if she had continued to feast upon me. Nor would I have wanted to. But we are together now. As we were always meant to be. And this time I will be more careful should some slayer come near. I have already decided that I will hunt down any slayers that still exist. Though I have only heard of one in a place called St Louis. Beware Slayers... I hunt Thee. Incarnations of Love His heart leapt into his throat when he found the very object of his planned evasion leaning against his front door. Well hell. ~~~~~~ Kara rubbed her hands together to warm them, while she watched him walking up the street towards her. He was completely lost in his thoughts as he strolled closer. She took in his sweatshirt and pants, and the beanie on his head and smiled. He looked much like he had back when they were all in college, only it would have been his attire for class, not just his morning run. She shook her head at the changes in him. In school, he never would have bothered with the workout. In fact, up until the accident he wouldn't have been dragged out for a morning run for all of the coffee in Columbia. During her research she had found that although such extensive memory loss was uncommon, it wasn't unusual for such a victim to show drastic changes to his or her personality. In his case, he would have been starting over, forming himself anew. She had to admire him for his courage in the face of something so overwhelming. Kara saw the moment he realized she was there. He froze, and for a moment, there was warmth in his eyes, before he tamped it down, leaving his face inscrutable. He pasted on a polite, if impersonal, smile. It was that little spark that gave her the courage to continue forward with her decision. She could see the question forming in his mind and saved him the trouble of asking. "You're a hard man to track down Will." Her tone was a teasing scold that suggested he'd been naughty. It was a trick she'd learned with boys early on, and it had served her well over the years. Even Rick hadn't been immune to her obvious feminine charm. Will hadn't either, but maybe more than his fitness regime had changed. Enough was at stake that she felt no guilt at using any weapons readily available in her arsenal. "Yeah, there's a reason for that." Kara studied him for a moment and nodded her head. "Surly." Will's eyebrows drew together. Kara blew into her hands. "So, you going to let me freeze out here or what?" The blatant reminder of his inhospitality spurred him out of his scowl and he jumped to open the door. "Uh, yeah. Sorry..uh, come on in." She stepped into the foyer of his house and looked around. It was a little brownstone with hardwood floors, obviously renovated. The décor was simple, but elegant. Again, not what she expected from him, but he could have hired a decorator. "Here, have a seat while I run grab a shower. I'll be right back down." He walked her into the living room and was gone before she'd even removed her coat. Hmmf. Still trying to avoid her. She shook her head again. If any of his memories of her were indeed floating around in that swamp of a brain of his, he should realize that running was exactly the way to engage her considerable perseverance. She heard the water start up and wandered lazily through the room, trying to glean something of the man Will had become, from his living environment. She realized that there was nothing really personal about the room. It was sterile. No, not sterile, pre-packaged, she decided, which pretty much confirmed her theory about the decorator. There were no photographs displayed, although she could understand why he wouldn't want the constant reminders. Even though he was starting to regain some of his life, she was sure it was still difficult. Wasn't that why she was here? She wanted them to be able to help each other. Hearing the water stop, she went and sat on the sofa. Will came in a few minutes later in jeans and a sweater, his feet bare, and his dark hair damp. He looked at her for a long moment with those piercing blue orbs, and then his eyes darted away. He cleared his throat. She thought he looked for all the world like a little boy trying to avoid punishment. Kara had to hide the smile that tried to spring to her lips as an image of him shuffling his feet flashed into her head. "So, uh why are you here?" Kara arched a slender eyebrow. "Surly, see what I mean?" A little blush crept into his cheeks, and she watched a fascinating play of emotions pan across his face. Remorse, confusion, panic and finally acceptance, well, more like surrender. He ran a hand over his face. "I'm sorry Kar, I don't mean to be such a prick, it's just a little overwhelming for me right now." She nodded her understanding. "That's kind of why I'm here, actually." She smiled, and Will couldn't help responding with one of his own. ~~~~~~ Damn. Where was his stone cold resolution to keep her at a distance? At this rate, he'd be sending her flowers and candy any day, not that flowers and candy were her speed. In the name of self-preservation he plastered a scowl on his face, and watched her eyebrow slide up in question. He was making an ass out of himself. Smiling, scowling, he must look like an idiot, something that only seemed to happen around her. Jesus, he didn't want her questioning his mental state, at least no more than she probably already was. If there were a wall handy, he'd be beating his head against it, chanting moron, over and over. What the hell was he doing? He was going to have to make the best of this situation any way he could. He just wasn't sure how to do that and keep his resolve. "So, uh, why don't we go find some breakfast. After that run, I'm famished." Kara's eyes narrowed, her gaze assessing. He met her stare, unflinching, willing her to go along. His sanity depended on getting her out of his private space. She was pulling at him like a black hole. He was afraid he'd do something disastrous, like kiss her. Hell, if she reacted like he thought she would, maybe that was the fastest way to push her back. Of course, it would tear him apart, so that wasn't an option. With a smug smile, she nodded her agreement. "Sure. I could use a cup of coffee." He felt the tension ease through his shoulders. He would get through breakfast and then he could leave. The sanctuary of his home was no longer as secure as it had been. Could he truly escape her then? He knew from past experience, fuzzy or not, that her persistence could be a formidable thing. Damn. "Let me grab some shoes and we can go." Will forced a casual tone, even as his heart sank. He couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. ~~~~~~ Kara couldn't shake the feeling that things were rapidly careening out of control. It wasn't what she'd had in mind when she'd shown up on Will's doorstep. She could feel the undercurrents flowing through him like an angry river. Although she had known that his emotional state was precarious, she hadn't sensed the depth of it until now. That surprised her given the turbulence of her own emotions. Why wouldn't he be every bit as damaged as she was, more so even. Had she honestly expected to walk right in and resolve everything instantly? No. She decided. She hadn't. She had committed herself to helping Will through this and hopefully, in the process, she could heal as well. That he was running from her hurt. She had to admit that the loss of his trust, while natural, was painful. She would have to find a balance between pushing him and regaining his confidence. It was a fine line to walk, and her equilibrium had been off, of late. She stole a glance at him walking beside her. He looked like the same Will, but there were so many things that were different about him. There were little mannerisms that she couldn't quite pin down, things that were familiar, and not. Perhaps it was more of the personality changes that accompanied the head trauma. He hadn't spoken a word since they'd left his house and she'd respected that, not attempting to fill the silence with unnecessary conversation. If he needed a little time, she was a patient woman. To a point, she conceded to the mocking voice in her head. For a friend, her patience could be stretched, tested and tried. Will had been like family to her until the accident, until he had seemingly run away without a word to her. Would things have been different if she'd been allowed to see him two years ago? Would he have suffered eighteen months with no recollection of his life if she'd been there for him? Questions without answers were futile and should remain in the past where they belonged. She chided herself. They couldn't change the way things had played out, but they could affect the here and now. Kara wasn't one to believe that fate was absolute. It was up to each person to make the most of their own situations. With surprise, she realized that her thoughts were drifting to the positive, something that hadn't happened in far too long. Perhaps they were already beginning the healing process. She hoped so, for both of their sakes. ~~~~~~ He gave up. Everywhere he turned, Kara was there. It was like a full assault. She was giving him no chance to keep his promise to himself. Staying away from her simply wasn't an option. Added to it was the fact that everywhere he went there were little hearts and flowers posted in the windows of the stores. Little reminders not to forget the one you loved. Christ, could there be a more ruthless holiday? As a result, he was falling closer and closer to the abyss. He knew his behavior had been unpardonable lately, though if Kara had noticed, she'd been gracious enough to forgo comment. He'd acted like a bear towards her. It was the only defense he had. It was the only thing keeping him from dragging her lips to his and drowning himself in her taste. Well, that and the fear that she would turn horror filled eyes on him and run screaming. It wasn't that he thought he was ugly, just that he knew she'd never thought of her husband's best friend that way. Besides, she was vulnerable right now, and he could never take advantage of her like that. If he couldn't stay away, and he couldn't have her, he didn't know how much more he could take. It was like a personal hell created just for him. He stared at himself in the mirror. "What would you have done, old friend?" He shook his head. It was no use talking to the dead. He would gain no answers there. ~~~~~~ Kara thought about Will's behavior over the last few weeks. He was like Jekyll and Hyde. One minute, he would let down his guard and just enjoy her company, and the next, he was like a bear awakened from his hibernation. He was gruff and foul tempered; snapping at her for no reason. She gave him no quarter. She knew he was only trying to drive her away, and she wouldn't allow it. Every time he did something to push her away, she just kept coming closer. She could see the difference it had made to both of them. By forcing him to feel, to live, she was doing the same to herself. She smiled to herself. She couldn't wait to see how he reacted to tonight's activities. A DVD, pizza and beer, just like in their college days. Maybe it would help spark some happier memories for him. She closed her eyes. Maybe fate would be kind to him for a change. ~~~~~~ Fate was a cold hearted bitch. She was a lonely shrew who amused herself with the torment of souls who had done nothing to incur her ill favor. Will had a bitter taste in his mouth when he thought of the game that was being played out by the gods, with him as a simple pawn to be moved and directed as they wished. He was tired of being cheap entertainment. Damn, why couldn't he regain control of his life? He was seated beside her on her living room couch, watching a movie. What it was, he couldn't have told anyone for a hundred bucks, but he was trying to pretend he was interested. The only thing in the room that had his attention was her. Her scent permeated his senses and filled the room. He had to restrain himself from reaching over and grabbing her hand. He was terrified. He should never have agreed to come tonight. Yeah, just like he should never have agreed to any of the time he spent with Kara. He knew that he should stay away, but being with her like this was better than nothing. He slid his gaze sideways to look at her. Her profile was illuminated by the glare of the TV in the darkened room. Her pale skin seemed to glow, and her eyes sparkled as she laughed at something on the screen. His heart nearly stopped as the rich sound rolled over him. How long had it been since she'd laughed like that? He was thrilled that she felt comfortable enough with him now. But it was still a long way from where he wanted to be. He tried to turn his attention back to the movie, but he couldn't keep his gaze from returning to her. He was like a starving man who suddenly had access to a banquet. Once or twice her gaze would slide his way and she'd smile. He'd do the same and then pretend he was watching the movie. When he couldn't take it anymore, he muttered an excuse about getting more beer, and escaped to the kitchen. He took a few calming breaths and reached in the fridge for a beer. Why the hell did he suddenly feel sixteen again? Christ, he should be able to handle things better than this. He was trying to decide how long he could safely hide out in the kitchen, when Kara came strolling in. "Movie's over." Her soft tone held no reprimand that he'd missed the ending. Will didn't look up at her, afraid of what he couldn't hide in his face. He didn't even realize she was beside him until he felt her hand on his arm. "Will?" Why did she always have to say his name like that? Why did it always have out come out so sweet and soft? "Will, please look at me." He couldn't look at her. She'd see it in his eyes and he wasn't ready for the rejection. Mumbling some excuse he wouldn't even remember later, he headed towards the front door. Kara caught him just as he reached it. "Dammit Will! What the hell is wrong with you?" Her exasperation was evident. Will kept his face averted and tried to move past her. She slammed the door, the angry sound reverberating through the apartment. "Oh no. You aren't running out this time, not until you at least look at me." He hated causing her anger like this, but he couldn't do it. Not if he wanted to keep the relationship he had with her. A nagging little voice in his head reminded him that he didn't want to keep the relationship he had with her. He wanted a very different relationship. "I'm sorry Kar." His voice was low and controlled. "I can't." He pushed past her and left without looking back. Will was disgusted with himself. When the hell had he become such a coward? When he knew telling her the truth would ruin everything. He couldn't cause her that kind of pain. He wouldn't cause her that kind of pain. ~~~~~ Kara felt like punching a wall. The man had her going crazy. Every time she felt like things were improving, he'd back away again. She tried to tell herself that it would take time. That it had only been a few weeks, but deep down, she knew that wasn't the reason he was backing away. He couldn't stand to be close to her. She tried not to feel hurt at that realization, but she couldn't help it. She understood that she reminded him of Rick, that it was painful for him, but didn't he realize that it was just as painful for her? She wasn't running away. She took a deep breath. She was going to have to be more patient. It wasn't as though they didn't have time. She wouldn't be much of a friend if she didn't give him the room he needed. What would Rick have done? Rick. She waited for the pain to engulf her at the thought of him, and was surprised when it manifested as a dull ache, instead of the crippling grief that usually swamped her. She felt a pang of guilt, but quickly batted it down. Wasn't this what she wanted? Hadn't she spent the last two and a half years trying to get here? Quietly she walked over to the photo album that sat on a side table in the living room. She traced her fingers over the embossed silver frame and slowly opened the cover. There, smiling at her, were a young Rick and herself, happy in their ignorance. She let a smile glide over her face. He had been so handsome. She flipped through the photos, pausing as she came to one of Rick and Will together. Her heart stuttered as she gazed at the two men who were most important to her. They were so different in appearance, had been so different in personality. They were like yin and yang, back then. She focused her attention on Will's picture. He gazed at the camera with a lopsided, carefree grin, his eyes a sparkling topaz blue. She looked back over at Rick's face and gasped as she let the book fall from her trembling hands. She pressed a hand to her stomach to calm the sudden panic that gripped her. She grabbed her coat and her keys and raced out the door. ~~~~~ Will downed the shot of whiskey and stared at the empty glass. He looked back at the bottle, indecision etched on his face. Drowning his sorrows in whiskey wasn't the way to go. He knew that. It hadn't helped before, and the hell of his life would still be there when he was sober again. Why he was chosen to endure this misery was beyond him. He'd considered ending it all, but even a life such as his was a gift. He was trying to make the most of it, but he couldn't get beyond Kara. He couldn't see how his life could ever be complete without her. He rubbed a weary hand over his face. He needed to get some sleep. Maybe things would be clearer tomorrow. Yeah right. He padded down the hall, turning out lights as he went. Will was halfway up the stairs to his room when the pounding on the door started. He raced down the stairs and opened the door. Kara stood there, her face flushed and her eyes bright. He resisted the temptation to pull her into his arms and devour her, instead, stepping aside so she could enter. He regarded her warily, trying to hide the pounding of his heart. Could she see it? He was sure his chest was leaping with each beat. He forced himself to put on an aloof face. "Why can't you stand to be around me Will?" Her question was accusing and he felt it like a punch to the gut, but Kara had never been one to pull a punch, not in all the years he'd known her. "Why do you think I stay away from you?" His eyes pinned her where she stood, those eyes that made her feel things she thought were long lost. "Guilt." The word dropped like a stone at her feet. Kara watched him carefully. Watched the emotions play over his face. "There is some guilt there, but that's not all of it, is it?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. Will looked away from her, suddenly unable to meet the gaze that saw too much of him, and not enough of him. "Dammit Will. Tell me. Is it because of the accident? Are those the memories that torture you?" She was still watching him as the tension began to build in him. Maybe pushing him was the only way to get them both past this. "I've already told you it wasn't your fault, I'm sure the doctors have told you it isn't your fault. You're the only one blaming yourself." She watched and waited for it. She was pushing hard and she waited. "It's what they've told me for the last two and a half years Will. Survivor guilt." "You don't know the half of it Kara." She shivered at the quiet, carefully controlled anger. It reminded her of that night with Rick, the night she tried to leave, the night he promised he never would. "Then tell me." She walked toward him, her movements slow, soothing. He looked at her with pleading eyes. "I can't." His voice was no more than a whisper. "You have to tell someone Will, it's eating you alive." He laughed derisively. "Do you think this is living?" She could feel the agony he was in. "Please...." She whispered the word to him, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking for the pain in his crystal blue eyes. Incarnations of Love "Tell me what you remember." Will looked at her, marveling that she could still be so beautiful even in heartache, and realized he could never refuse her anything, even if it got him locked away from her. He owed her the truth, even if she hated him for it. His shoulders slumped in defeat. "Alright, but you're never going to believe it. Hell, I don't believe it. Just promise me you'll hear me out before you call the guys in the white jackets." He ran his hands through his dark curls and turned to face her. Kara sat, trying to ease the queasiness in her stomach. "I told you I started getting bits of memory about six months ago." Kara thought back to that night in the pub. "You said it was torture. I remember the pain on your face and I thought how much worse it had been for you than it had for me." He nodded. "Yeah. It's been nothing but torture." He looked at her, waiting expectantly, concern for him set firmly on her face and braced himself. He wondered if a stopwatch would be able to clock the change from concern to horrified disgust. "My memories haven't been mine...." He fumbled for a way to explain. "They haven't been William Dover's." Kara's brows drew together. "What do you mean? How can they be anyone's but yours?" He met her gaze with those blue orbs, so like Rick's. "The memories are of us." He'd spoken softly, and for a moment he didn't think she'd heard him. Her expression didn't change and she didn't answer right away. "Of us? There was never an us, Will." He sighed deeply, resigned to finish this, no matter the cost. "We met in psych class in college. Like an idiot I knocked your books all over the floor and when I helped pick them up, your smile was like being bathed in the light of a goddess." He watched her search for an explanation. "Rick could have told you that." He didn't blame her. How long had he searched for another answer? "The night I proposed, I dropped the ring in the sand on the beach before I could ask the question. You laughed and cried at the same time for ten minutes." He took a step towards her, those blue eyes still trained on hers. "Before that, when you tried to leave me, I was so angry. I was hurt that you would think so little of me, but when I realized you were just afraid, I made a promise. I promised I would never leave you.... and I didn't." Kara was shaking her head and sobbing. Will placed his hands on her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. My God, his eyes were so like his. Hadn't she been thinking that since the day they ran into each other in the little boutique? She wanted it to be true, but things like this weren't possible. This wasn't some movie. Real life just didn't happen like this. Before she could stop him, he brought his lips down over hers and it was like time fell away. It was different, but the feelings were the same. Kara drew away from him, her whole body trembling. Shock. The word floated through her mind a brief second and then disappeared. "How could it even be possible?" He kept his eyes fixed on hers. "I don't know." His eyes as he looked at her were pleading. "The shrinks would say it's all an elaborate delusion I've created to cope with my loss. Maybe they're right, maybe it is, but I don't believe that. Not with the way I feel for you right here." He thumped his fist against his chest. "I love you so much it's killing me, not that I've been much more than a shade without you. I've been drifting through a borrowed life on borrowed time, trying to make sense of something that defies belief and logic, knowing that you would hate me if I dared tell you the truth." Kara watched him standing there, his breathing ragged and his eyes conveying all of the torture the soul within bore. It was a soul she knew as well as her own. How could she have not recognized him before? How could she not see the miracle that was staring her in the face? She raised a hand to his cheek and looked into his eyes, the windows to the soul of the man she loved. It didn't matter what he looked like, or what name she called him, it only mattered that he was here. He had indeed kept his promise. Kara raised her hands to her mouth, disbelief and joy warring for precedence. "Oh God!" She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, her eyes locked in his. Her hand slid up to brush a lock of hair away from his face. It was a moment before he realized that she believed him. The instant he did, he picked her up and whirled her around before claiming her lips in a heated kiss. Could it really be true? Did she accept him for who he really was? "Will....Rick....what do I call you?" She laughed, the sound coming out in a sob. He gazed down at her, the first smile in over six months spreading across his face. "For now, just call me yours. The rest, we can work out later." End * If you enjoyed the story, please take the time for a quick vote. If you have a few more moments, I love getting feedback. You can leave a comment or contact me through my Author's page. Thanks so much. Script