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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      From_Dusk_Till_Dawn_(1996)
  Relationship:
      Kate_Fuller/Seth_Gecko
  Character:
      Seth_Gecko, Kate_Fuller
  Additional Tags:
      setting_after_the_movie, actually_what_they_do_is_legal_in_some
      countries, two_lonely_people_stuck_in_a_damn_hotel_room
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-18 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1782
****** After Dark ******
by Miss_Spectre
Summary
     Seth Gecko and Kate Fuller are left with - literally - nothing as
     both their families are dead.
     Seth isn't as much as a bastard and doesn't leave Kate all alone in
     the middle of the Mexican dessert.
"Seth, do you want some company?"
"Kate, do you know what El Rey is? Go home, Kate. I may be a bastard, but I'm
not a fucking bastard."
He drove off in the red Porsche. Kate kicked the sand away and walked to the
RV. She wasn't sure where to go now. What was even left? Going back to her
home? Home. What was home without her family? She sighed. The pain of the loss
hadn't kicked in, yet. It pretty damn sure would, though. Just as when her
mother had died. If the crosses and the holy water hadn't killed the vampires,
she would understand her father losing faith in god.
She was still standing next to the RV when she heard the sound of the engine of
the Porsche again.
“Don't ask, just get in,” Seth looked at her, then at the empty seat next to
him. Kate opened the door and got into the car. They drove silently, following
the only street that lead through the dessert. After some time Seth turned on
the radio. Some mellow blues music began to play. She wasn't sure why he'd come
back.
It was noon when they got to a motel. Seth checked them in and took the key for
the room.
“Take a shower,” he said when they got to the room. She nodded and walked to
the bathroom. The motel was at least a bit better than the one her dad had
chosen. The one, where Seth had taken them on this trip to hell. She closed the
bathroom door behind herself, let her clothes fall to the ground and stepped
under the shower. The water was pouring down on her, scalding hot. She hadn't
noticed that she had begun to cry. But suddenly Seth stood in the bathroom,
asking her wether she was okay.
“Do I look like I'm okay?” Kate stepped out of the shower, looking at the man
angrily, “my whole family died last night. Do you think, that I'm feeling
okay?” She hissed at him.
Seth was still cled in his clothes full of blood and dust, he looked worn out.
To some extent Kate felt sorry for her reaction, but then again it was his
fault. He had dragged them away. He had led them to this place full of undead
monsters. Without him messing up her life, her family would still be alive.
Seth was surprised. He hadn't expected such a reaction from her. Of course he
knew that she couldn't be okay. He scolded himself for the stupid question, but
what else was there ask? He felt bad about what happened, the pain of loosing
his brother was still lingering inside his chest. He shook away his thoughts
and looked at the girl. Only now he realised that she wasn't wearing anything.
“Here,” he handed her a towel.
“Leave me alone, please,” she asked him, her voice sounding seriously hurt now.
Seth left the bathroom and sat down on the bed. He switched on the radio. More
mellow blues music was pouring out of the speakers. He took off his shirt and
his jeans and laid down on the bed, closing his eyes. His gun was laying next
to him. His chest was still aching. Why hadn't he noticed how wicked that plaxe
was? Why had he agreed to meet there with the other gangster? And why died his
brother but he didn't? Why was it that he was stuck now with the girl who lost
her whole family as well? And what were they supposed to do now? He couldn't
just return to the U.S. where his face was all over the news.
Kate walked out of the bedroom, the towel wrapped around her lean body. She
looked at Seth who had fallen asleep on the bed, his hand on his gun. He was
only wearing his shorts. Against her better will her eyes wandered over his
toned body. She noticed that his tattoo went from his arm way up to his neck.
It fit him quite well.
As she was quite tired and worn out herself she decided to lay down as well.
Walking around the bed she closed the curtains of the small room and switched
off the light.
She crawled under the covers of the bed, throwing the wet towel on the ground.
Kate fell instantly asleep.
Seth woke up startled, expecting more vampires attacking him. He sighed,
knowing that from now on those damned creatures would haunt him in his sleep.
He looked around – the room was dark. Slowly he got up and walked over to the
window, pulling the curtain aside. It was night. He gripped his gun harder. No,
he didn't believe in vampires. But then again he knew what he'd seen. He knew
what his brother had become. He knew what he had killed.
And he knew that he shouldn't be scared – he was a Gecko after all.
Equally slowly he walked back to the bed, crawling unter the blanket again. He
still felt exhausted. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep. Seth
looked at Kate. She was sleeping. Her brown hair surrounded her head perfectly,
her rose lips looked incredibly soft. He thought of Richie. And the woman in
the motel where they eventually picked up Kate's family. He could never
understand why Richie did what he did.
The radio was still playing music.
“He held her so close
He asked about her dreams
When a bullet from a passing car
Made the young girl scream”
Kate yawned and opened her eyes. She found Seth looking at her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, slightly alarmed, thinking of Richie and the
way he had looked at her in the RV.
“To be honest – I can't sleep;” Seth answered.
“I thought these things
Didn't happen anymore
I thought all that blood
Had been shed long ago
Dark night, it's a dark night
Dark night, it's a dark night”
“What time is it?” Kate asked, turning around, to lay on her side, looking at
Gecko.
“Night,” he answered simply. An anxious look crept onto Kate's face.
“Yeah, exactly,” Seth nodded.
“Do you think there are more of them?” she sounded scared.
“I have no fucking idea,” Gecko admitted, “but I hope we killed them all.. or
at least scared them for good.”
“What if we didn't?” Kate raised her hand, clasping the cross she wore on her
necklace.
“Well, then we gotta kill the rest of 'em, too, don't we?” Gecko tried to laugh
lightly but it sounded forced.
“You know that we won't be able to do that,” Kate sighed and met Seth's eyes,
“perhaps – if they find us – it might be the best to just let them kill us, or
turn us into vampires as well. We both lost everything, our family..” she
sighed.
“No, no one will kill me, not even one of these bastards,” Seth shook his head.
But he knew that Kate was right – what was left now? The police was still
hunting him, Richie was gone and there was – potentially – a flock of vampires
that wanted him dead. Or undead. Seth turned around and switched on the lamp on
the wooden nightstand. He took the bottle of whiskey he'd put on the nightstand
and drank from it.
“Want some, too?” he held the bottle towards Kate.
“Mhm,” she mumbled and took it.
The whiskey burnt when Kate swallowed it. But it also felt warm and tasted a
bit like honey. She wasn't sure whether drinking was the right thing to do now
– “Only sinners and godless men drink when they don't know what to do,” her dad
used to say – but then again she couldn't really believe in the helping hands
of God anymore. Why hadn't he saved her family? Why – and she was surprised
about that thought – why had he taken away Richie who was Seth's only family?
Perhaps I'm godless, she thought and took another sip from the bottle before
handing it back to Seth. Their fingers touched when he took the bottle. She
looked up and their eyes met. Seth's were a bright smaragd green, they were
almost hypnoticing. “It's probably just the alcohol,” Kate thought. She felt a
bit tipsy already.
Seth took deep sips from the bottle. Leaning back on the headboard he looked at
Kate and handed the bottle back to her. She sat up, too, and drank from the
bottle. It was almost empty now.
“Here, it's yours,” she gave it back to Gecko. He emptied the bottle and put it
back on the nightstand.
His green eyes wandered over Kate's face. She looked sad. Suddenly he felt
sorry for her, actually they weren't in the same situation. He had lost his
parents years ago, the sister he and Richie once had had died two years ago in
a car accident. But he had never mourned their losses as he was too deeply
involved into drug fights or hiding from the police. He always had to be strong
(and taking care of Richie so he wouldn't get into trouble). But Kate? She was
16 – she probably had never had any hard times in her life. So losing her whole
family was a hard hit, Gecko guessed.
“What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like that?” Kate's question
stopped his thoughts.
“It's just, I'm really sorry, you know. I'm a bastard, told you that, but the
plan never involved your family dying. My brother and I,” he coughed, “we only
needed to get over the boarder, off the radar.”
“That's quite the poor excuse, you know?”
“Mhm, yes..” Seth didn't know what else to say. He felt kinda stuck.
Kate felt tipsy. She looked at Seth. He rellay looked as if he meant what he
just said, he really seemed to feel sorry about the whole situation. She
couldn't really put her finger on it, but somehow she liked Seth. He seemed to
be the sane part of the Gecko brothers. He also seemed to be the honest one.
Thinking about it – and being totally honest – she had found him interesting
since the first moment she saw him. Sure, he had been serious about his threat
that he'd shoot her father, if she wouldn't finish changing her clothes within
three minutes (although Kate was sure that Seth didn't wan't to kill her
father, but rather preventing her from escaping through the bathroom window and
calling the police). There was something about him. She still couldn't put her
finger on it. She met his eyes and reached out her hand, her fingers tracing
over the tattoo on Gecko's arm.
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