Rhythm Of The Night [Bastille]

The Writings On The Walls

Writing On The Walls ~Can't remember what song this is from at the moment~

Kara POV

Morning came and I took a shower, braiding my hair that fell to my mid back before putting on shorts and a white tube top that revealed the tattoo on the front of my shoulder. It was of a single Egyptian bird, though I couldn't remember why I had even gotten it.

I grabbed the keys to the Porsche and walked down to the car, waiting for Charlotte who was taking forever. I hated flaunting my wealth, but since I was over 3000 years old, I had accumulated quite the portfolio of wealth. I owned a house in Los Angeles but I rarely stayed there, instead I stayed in Charlotte's cozy flat. It took care of part of the loneliness that was inside me. Charlotte rushed out wearing a pretty royal blue strapless sun dress, her brown hair done in curls. I laughed and climbed in the car as she got in the passenger side.

"Trying to impress Kyle?" I started the car and headed towards Malibu's secluded part of town, which was a mountain with a small beach that was great for having lunch.

"I'm only trying to look nice for the both of us. We both know you're not into the whole dress up and look pretty thing Kara." She laughed and looked out the window as I sped through the curvy hills towards our destination.

"Hey what you see is what you get with me and I dont want this poor guy to fall in love with me." I sighed softly and kept silent the rest of the car ride, speaking once I had parked. "You know since he's a musician they're as loyal as whores. Plus there are plenty of human girls his age he can have." I got out of the car and leaned against it as I waited for Charlotte to get out.

"Well he happens to like you. The crazy hybrid whom I'm a friend of and have been for centuries." She laughed and looked around "Ah there they are! By the old black Cadillac." I glanced over and could see the wild hair from so far away. Hell I could even smell his cologne which was intoxicating, but I took a deep breath and calmed myself quickly. He was wearing white trousers shorts and a blue and white shirt with blue converses. He truly did have an interesting taste as did his friend who was sporting a sleevless black tank top with a cat on it, tan shorts with flip flops. They started walking towards us, Charlotte and Kyle had already exchanged a hug and Dan and I just smiled at eachother. I led the way down to the beach, the stairs were virtually gone so it was quiet a hike, but I had been climbing my whole life. Once we got down to the bottom we set an umbrella up for shade and sat our bag of food on the towel under it before kicking off our shoes.

"There is a cool cave down a bit farther if you're up for it boys" I smiled at them then at Charlotte. It was my favourite place and I hadn't been there since the early 1900's.

"Sure sounds fun love. Lead the way again cause I'm completely out of my element!" Dan smiled and laughed a little before walking beside me with his hands in his pockets. Kyle and Charlotte were holding hands down by the water and enjoying themselves. "Why are you so secretive Miss Jones? Your friend is as open as a book yet you are as sealed as safe." He laughed awkwardly and I shrugged for a moment and smiled.

"I have more dark monsteres in my closet Dan Smith, but maybe if you stick around long enough you'll get to hear about them." I smiled slightly and lost my footing on one of the rocks, but before I caught myself he grabbed my hand and smiled. I gave his hand a squeeze, letting him know he didn't have to let go. "Thank you."

"No problem beautiful." I couldn't help blushing, but I mentally hit myself in the head, knowing this was not helping him to stop falling in love with me. We walked into the cave and each picked up a rock to scratch onto the wall our names. I noticed Dan stop and point to my old scratch mark. "Seems some other woman name Kara was here in 1909. That was a long time ago!" He laughed as did I before I looked at Charlotte who was smiling but understood the strangeness of the moment. I found a space beside my old writing and scratched my name and the currect year before smiling. My writing hadn't changed, but I had.