1 | Sins of the Past

Boston, Massachusetts August 12, 1976

Scott

IT has been three months since my parent's deaths. Most nights I would be home, sitting in silence. I had no siblings, both of my parents were single children. All I had left was my mother's father. News of his daughter's passing drove him further away, I had called and told him. We only spoke briefly. After that, I never heard from him again.

I would learn just days later that he suffered a massive heart attack and died at home.

I was alone, and I hated it.

I let myself suffer, most weekends I would get wasted beyond recognition. Half the time I didn't even know how I made it back home. I pulled into my usual spot, turning the ignition off to my black 1969 Chevy Camaro.

The bartender, Alexander, greeted me as I walked in. He and I had recently become acquainted.

"Want your usual?" Alexander asked, pouring a shot of whiskey in front of me.

"Yup," I replied, then downed it in one gulp.

"How can you drink that stuff?" I heard a feminine voice chime behind me with a hint of an Irish accent.

I turned, seeing a woman of short stature, long raven black hair, and beautiful gray eyes. Her paleness added to the mysteriousness she gave off. Everything about her was alluring, I couldn't even come up with a response.

"I uh—" I stuttered; a smile began forming at the edges of her red lips.

"He has the stomach for it!" Alexander replied with a chuckle.

"I see," the girl replied. She sat in the barstool beside me. "I'll take one as well!"

Alexander set two shots in front of us, "It's on the house," he beamed, then went off to tend to another customer.

"I'm Scott by the way," I said extending my hand. She took it, shaking it.

"Seana Kane," she replied. Seana picked up the whiskey shot, eyeing it with uncertainty. Has she ever drank whiskey before? I picked up my shot, and we clanked our glasses together. I swallowed the shot in one gulp. Her expression grimaced as she swallowed some of the shots.

"Too strong?" I grinned; she shook her head as she swallowed the rest of the shot down.

"You two want more?" Alexander asked a few feet from us, he was wiping the counters down, and one of the drunken truck drivers that were common here had spilled his beer.

"Definitely!" Seana beamed, she turned to me and winked.

As Alexander poured another round of shots, he glanced at Seana, who suddenly held him in a stare, I swear her pupil's dilated, or it could have been the alcohol beginning to mess with my brain.

"On the house?" she said, giving him an award-winning smile.

"Any amount of shots you want ma'am," Alexander said in a daze.

"Can I have that bottle as well?" she asked, he gave it to her without hesitation. And with a smile, he walked away. I stared blankly ahead. What the hell is wrong with me?

I picked up the third shot and drank it.

"You sure know how to get what you want," I muttered.

"It's a talent I suppose," she giggled. She poured us another round of shots. "So, Scott, tell me about yourself, what brings you to Boston?" she murmured, sipping some of her whiskey.

"Lived here my entire life," I clarified. "You?" I asked.

"I came here a few months ago, I've been traveling for the past few years," Seana replied.

I told her about what happened three months prior, and how I had been living, day in and day out in a depressed stupor. She told me about her life, growing up in Ireland, but what she said next shocked me to my very core.

"When I was about, 18, I had come home one day," she explained as we drank another round of shots. "I had walked into my home and found my family dead."

I grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze of reassurance. "I'm sorry for your loss. I can't imagine how horrible it was to get through something like that."

She just smiled at me.

"It was a long time ago. Besides, I finally met you!" she giggled. Everything started to get hazy, till she gripped my chin, my eyes locking with hers. "Let's leave—we can have fun elsewhere," Seana murmured.

My mind suddenly went blank, all I could think of was obeying whatever she commanded.

I followed her mindlessly to her orange Firebird convertible. She opened the passenger side, "Get in," she whispered, I slid in without a thought. Wait, what the hell? The driver's side door opened. She got in and closed the door.

"So, where to—" I asked but suddenly she was on top of me, gripping my face as she kissed me roughly.

I suddenly broke contact, is this what I wanted? My drunken consciousness lost all train of thought. I pulled her closer to me, she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I've waited for this for so long," I heard her whisper as she leaned closer to my neck. Her lips left faint kisses along my collarbone.

My head was getting dizzier with each passing moment. Something was wrong, but my mind wouldn't pick up on it. My whole body suddenly felt numb, like my life was being drained from me slowly. I heard a deep moaning, then saw Seana's face as she moved away from my neck, her mouth was covered in blood. Her once vibrant gray eyes were completely black.

I tried to speak, but my voice was completely gone, whatever she did, put me near death, it was like I could feel it. But it never came, the next second, Seana bit into her wrist, eyeing me with a feral look I could not begin to understand, she was a monster, a demon. This shouldn't even be possible, how much whiskey did I fucking drink? She shoved her bleeding wound into my mouth, forcing blood to pour down my throat. I couldn't even breathe.

A searing pain went through my neck once more, then everything faded into darkness.