He’d been into punk rock when he was in whatever they call elementary school over in England, but got into this group, Siouxsie and the Banshees, ar...und 1980, I guess.”“So this band is why you dress that way?”“It kind of all goes together. Have you read Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice?”“No,” I said.“There are other bands, like The Cure, and other writers, but all of it focuses on dark stuff. There’s a lot about death and dying, but also romance. The books kind of scare you, but it’s. She looked in the mirror and noticed her ass and boobs were practically hanging out. "This should do it" Katie said as she threw her hair up in a messy bun and headed down stairs to the kitched.When she got to the kitchen she noticed her dad was already up and pouring in some coffee grounds to make some coffee. Katie slowly walked into the kitched trying to act half asleep and got into the fridge to grab some strawberries and grapes. While Katie rummaged in the fridge her father turned to look. I still remember the moon was intensely bright that night and everything felt so alive and mysterious.After hanging around for as long as I could stand it I grabbed a jacket and headed outside. (I don't know why I picked this particular jacket but it was a black suit jacket that my folks bought me for 8th grade graduation. That was significant to what happened later; something I could never have imagined.)We lived on a quiet sort of street that was a loop off a main through street. You know the. Cook was preparing meat pies, stuffed with lambs meat, potatoes, carrots and shallots. Silmaria was rolling out sheets of dough to form the crusts of the pies, and had lost herself in thought while working. “All the attention getting you down?” Cook asked as she diced the carrots on an ancient and much notched cutting board. “Hardly,” Silmaria returned, rolling her eyes. “I really don’t give two shits what they think of me. Most of them are too spineless to say anything to my face anyway, and.