Dancing with the Sun

The walk down the steps towards your father's room, where you knew Daisy hid away, was thoughtful. You felt springy, energetic and most importantly... alive. You'd never felt so happy to be alive, and though a small part of you knew why, just like everything else, you pushed it away, because the alternative; accepting that truth... was far too terrifying to even comprehend.

Maybe that's how she felt? Maybe... no, you couldn't presume, to truly understand, you had to listen. Do what you did best.

Learn.

It was with this determination that drove you to knock on that dark door, and wait patiently for Daisy Teresa to teach you how to fix what you had somehow broken.

There was silence at first; a second knock, a third, still nothing. You pressed your ear to the door and took in what was within. Silence... nothing... but then... sobs, low gentle sobs, the kind that sounded like they had been had for so long and so hard that it hurt to sob anymore, but the grief refused to stop drowning her, **** the air out of her lungs...

"It's me." That is all you said, it was all you'd thought to say before adding, "Open the door Daisy, please?"

The sobbing ended, pushed back temporarily, replaced with a gentle, "Go away, Charlie."

You huffed, "I'm not doing that. I'm never doing that, open the door, or I'll open it for you."

Steps stormed forward, heavy and angry, but when it opened, with mismatched eyes: one Violet, one crimson and bloodshot, that anger was gone, and the Grief returned again.

Daisy wasn't in the woman that stood before you, not neat, smiling, beautiful, brilliant Daisy. This woman was dishevelled to the highest degree, her hair was tangled and wild where it was usually groomed and perfect; her face was not bright and warm as the sun, but pale and hurt, afraid beyond belief.

She opened her mouth to speak as you smiled at her, though she quickly closed it and waddled away over to the couch, where tissues littered like giant dirty snowflakes. There was a duvet on the couch, the bed was untouched, it smelt a little sour in there, like a person in a lot of pain.

As you moved over and sat opposite her in your dad's old armchair, you listened.

"I didn't want you to see me like this." She whispered, the tone dead and narrow, the voice of a defeated woman.

You nodded, "I should have come sooner."

She refused to meet your eyes, her left eye blazing with hellfire, "Why didn't you?"

"Cowardice, being a relentless busy-body, putting my focus in the wrong places. Take your pick."

"You're not a coward. I'm the coward." She cut in.

"We can go back and forth all day, I'm always going to call that what it is... a lie." You smiled.

But Daisy did not smile, she frowned fiercely. Now her eyes turned up to you, her lips curling darkly, "You don't know me, Charles Drake, you don't know about the things I've done, about where I come from."

The only thing you could do was chuckle; she might as well have burst into flames, "What is so... sooo.... ugh god pardon my french, but what the fuck is funny!? Do you really want to laugh at Daisy Teresa, Madam Ostara when you have no idea who that is?"

Your smiled faded; leaning forward you muttered, "Teach me, please, why is it that you think you're a coward?"

"You wanna know!?" She screamed.

"Yes." You responded calmly.

"YOU REALLY WANNA FUCKING KNOW!?" She roared.

"Tell me."

She nodded, her blonde hair whipping against the air "This is who I am. My name is Daisy Teresa, I was born in 1926 to a woman who was turned while I was in the womb, then murdered. I have no idea who she was, the only thing I do know is that she was a German and a woman of god, that's it, and the only reason I know that is because Miss Adat told me."

"Miss Adat was the fucking monster that turned my mother then killed her after I was born, and by some twisted logic decided that I, a Vampire-human Hybrid freak was worth keeping around, because for some bumfuck reason, I can hear souls and bring the dead back to life with the Fires of the Sun, a power I barely understand, and frequently used to either accidentally ruin someone's life or by extension get them killed."

"Miss Adat beat me, and she hurt me and she made me do terrible things. On her orders I have raised innocent animals, entire graveyards. I've brought back babies Charlie, dead fucking babies because I was too afraid of Adat to even muster a single word against her."

"So one day, when I was 12, I grabbed everything I owned and I ran, I ran away as fast as I could while the sun still shone and went to New Orleans, where I was born and where no undead goes. The Gede spirits were strong in that city then, being a complete pussy that I am, and because all my own kind ever seemed to do when they met me, was shun me or try to kill me, I sat in with the voodoo practitioners in the city, frankly, horrible people, that also used my powers for their own gains, charging people to 'see' their dead loved ones again when I **** them out of their afterlife and into maggot-ridden, burning bodies. Oh but Marie Laveau, my 'mama' was kind enough so I latched unto her like a leach!"

You did not speak as she spoke so fast and so loud that her voice broke, only listening, only learning.

"And things were good, I enjoyed it actually, I enjoyed conning innocent people into believing that I could relieve them from grief, but guess what? My Necromancy doesn't last forever, only as long as I continue to remain in their presence and as we've established, I have a bad habit of running away."

"My 'sister' bullied me, I continued to try and see good in her like I do with every complete cunt I meet, but eventually, I couldn't take it, I ran off and guess who found me again, Adat did and all she did was **** me to invite her into new Orleans with the graces of the Gede who I had many, many bloody dealings with already!"

"For 20 years Adat wrapped the voodoo practitioners around her fingers, forcing us all to do the most disgusting deplorable things, in her quest to do whatever the fuck she wanted, and I continued to scam and crush people's hopes with the illusion of being christ reborn, up until... She tried to make me bring back my own mother... I refused then because the thought of having to suffer like the people I'd made suffer terrified me, so I refused, in fact I made a pact, with Papa Legba and Baron Samedi so that as long as I never ever partook of human blood and refused to take life, and gave gifts to them, that nobody could ever harm me, they could only harm themselves. When Adat realised what I did, and that she could never harm me, she left... But she didn't leave without making me pay first. She told the entire city what I was and what I had been doing for years for my fake family, so they did what humans always do, they grabbed pitchforks and torches, filled up molotovs, and when they came to 'family' My sister sold me out...."

Her fingers curled, and tears mismatched like her eyes, began to trail down her face. "They burned everything I had, demolished my entire life, penance for my sins, they tried every way possible to kill me, gun me down, stab me, burn me, but it just resulted in more deaths. I begged them to stop, they were killing themselves, so do you know what they did? They shackled giant iron balls to my wrists and ankles and threw me in the bayou! But that's fucking the 50's for you."

Jesus... they threw her into a swamp? "How... How did you escape?"

Daisy laughed, a shrill, spiteful laugh "I have no idea. I just woke up... I think it was because of Nox, he brought me back somehow, and now here I am, this self-righteous, smiley bitch, hanging with my wodie's like nothing all those years ago ever happened. Even today I run away when the going get's tough, after I cursed my own sister after she cursed me into never having sex without killing a man, one of those men being Jake... my s-sweet jake, who wanted nothing apart to fish and be at peace, not murdered by my fucking vagina!"

She piped down a little, her tone becoming low and insidious as she looked away again, "and now here I am... Having the gall to have feelings for a man who has all the love he needs already, who if I get intimate with, I'll probably kill. That's why when I saw you with Cherry, I lost it, because I can't ever have that, I'm a selfish bitch who ran away again. So there, you know who I am, now you know that when you say that I'm lying when I say I'm not a coward, frankly I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!" She huffed angrily, painedly, slumping back as she rubbed her eyes with shaking hands.

Welp... that was... a lot... but damn, that gave you one hell of a perspective, you were completely off with the whole terrified of her inner monster thing, this woman was 100% her own enemy, ...But you knew just what she needed.

"So you're a Half Vampire from the 1950's... that explains a lot actually, the way you have no idea what an iPhone is or how it works. Or the way you look at TV's or that DJ booth in Rattles, you're not in Kansas anymore Dorothy." She wouldn't shut up about the Wizard of Oz in homeroom, she really liked the Wizard of Oz for some reason.

Daisy raised an eyebrow, frowning, "Shut up."

You shrugged. "Sorry... all I'm saying is that it must have been weird, like, *sigh* have you never had Papa Johns?!? I BET YOU'VE NEVER HAD PAPA JOHNS!" You cried, clearly catching her off guard.

"Why would I want-" Her face twisted "--Hold on!? what's going on what are you doing?" She growled as you spun up to your feet.

"And video games! Oh god I bet it's gonna be like playing with an old lady, we have to try that after Papa Johns! WAIT! Papa Johns and video games at the same time!!!"

Daisy's frown faded, and she pressed her lips together. "Stop it."

You grinned evilly, "stop what?"

She stood up, narrowing her eyes. "Stop trying to cheer me up by being adorable and funny!!!"

"Awww you think I'm adorable and funny? We should talk about that... over video games, Papa johns, and some rrrromantic Merlot." Your eyebrows jumped up and down as you made a funny face.

Her lips spasmed, and her breath ground in her throat before she cleared it, pointing at you. "You are not, just gonna..." She took a deep breath "Just brush over me being an oversized, weird freak who is responsible for-"

You had already brandished your phone, clicking the first song on your playlist and waddling over as the voice said "Look out, I think Moto-Moto likes you..."

As the groovy tune slid in, so did you, sauntering over like a fool while singing in a whisper, "I like em big, I like em chunky, I like em big, I like em plumpy."

Daisy sucked in her lips as you drew in, your hands carefully touching at her tank top (She really looked wrong in a tank top and tights, it was the exact opposite of her style) gliding your hands across her hips, darting left to right as you whispered: "My name is Moto-Moto, yeah, you say it double, say my name girl...." You pointed at her, prompting her in.

She locked her lips together, shaking her head, as she folded her arms stubbornly. You narrowed your eyes, "Say My name.... Girl." You demanded, making her yelp as you pulled her in... damn she was tall, but she was curvaceous and beautiful even angry and hurt as she was, and her brightness was slowly returning.

"M-Moto-Moto..." She muttered.

You lent in, and whispered into her ear. "Say it again."

Like winter giving way to summer, the glacier that was her face, began to crack into a sweet smile. "Moto-Moto... You're an idiot-"

You twisted her around, making her yelp as you touched her perfect body, I mean seriously, you held her close, whispering, "Chicka, you're like Pumpkin pie, sweet, homie, round in all the right places..." Daisy giggled at that. "...And I bet you taste delicious..."

She bit at her lip, her hand touching your face... her skin was so warm. "I don't want to hurt you. I can't lose you too." that smile was gone again, alright, time for some serious fun.

"The 50's huh? Oh baby, that means... you've got a lot to catch up on." Parting from her, you dashed out of the door, leaving her blinking and clearly confused. Although when you returned, you carried something with you, a weird looking silver box with black circles and buttons on it, to her... but to you, it would be the ultimate weapon.

"W-What's that?" She asked as you placed it on the coffee table with a heavy thud.

You grinned "This, You big beautiful babe you, is a Sanyo M9935K Ghettoblaster. What we in biz like to call... a Boombox."

She raised and eyebrow "Biz? You're still in the education system and you don't have a job-"

Brandishing a dark, shiny cassette tape, that You valued almost more than your own life. "And this... is Looooove."

She went to speak but before she could, you practically threw that cassette in, smoothly pressing the button, where the song began to cry out a smooth, jazzy tune.

"I see the crystal raindrops fall ~ And the beauty of it all ~ Is when the sun comes shining through"

You thanked god, and prayed to the mighty Bill Withers as you extended a hand, "May I have this dance?" You asked sweetly.

Daisy eyed your hand, rubbing her knuckles as Bill continued to sing his truth.

"To make those rainbows in my mind ~ When I think of you sometime ~And I wanna spend some time with you..."

Daisy cracked a smile, biting her lip at the lyrics as she took your hand reluctantly. "You're unbelievable-Ah!" You pulled her back in close, holding her softly as you began to dance.

"Just the two of us ~ We can make it if we try
Just the two of us (Just the two of us)
Just the two of us ~ Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us..."

Spinning Daisy around, her hair whipping as she smiled, you got back into her face, your lips just barely touching. "...You and I" you whispered.

"You realise this is the cheesiest thing I've ever seen right?" She chuckled lowly.

"I can stop any time?"

"Don't you dare!" She laughed, as the two of you picked up the pace, laughing and twirling around without a care in the world.

Daisy's darkness melted away, the two of you stepping in time with the gentle melody, absorbing the joy and carelessness, as you pranced around your dad's room like idiots.

"Ah! watch out, here comes the cowbell bit, this is about to get reeeal funky." You warned.

"Cowbell bit?"

And so it began, things got... funkkkeyyyyy.

As the room reverberated with the soulful sound of the bells and smooth sax, Daisy smiled and laughed, holding unto your hand as the two of you twirled, her golden hair kissing the air around her, as colour flooded into her face, her burning eye drowning in its natural violet, joy on her lips... and for a moment, just for a moment, you felt like you were dancing with the sun.

As that... frankly, magical moment, came to a close, you and Daisy pressed close together, her absolutely massive breasts mushed into you; the nipples hard, even more, eager than her face.

Horny looking Daisy was sexy as hell, she was clearly trying to remain all ladylike, but her eyes betrayed the hungry little animal within. "You... really are okay with this. I don't want to mess this up, what if I just run away again?"

You smiled, touching her soft hair "I'm not letting the woman I love get away from me that easily."

Her eyes opened wide, and she licked her lips "Oh god you.. love me?... We have to find a loop-hole for sex really fast." her teeth ground desperately.

"I'm pretty sure we can work on that, ASAP."

"Hmmm." She hummed, like a beast, then sniffed, her face falling as she felt at her ungroomed hair, and smelt at herself, grimacing. "Ugh, I'm disgusting, can I take a shower first?"

You grinned coyly, "can _We _take a shower first?"

Daisy smiled, "I love your thinking," she then pulled you in with her powerful arms, kissing you tenderly before pulling back.

You smiled awkwardly. "Brush your teeth too? Maybe?"

Her lips curled, squeaking as she covered her mouth, rushing off to the on-suite bathroom, though not before beckoning you at the door.

You cheered quietly to yourself, and whispered, "GOD BLESS YOU! MR WITHERS, GOD. BLESS. YOU!"