So what do you do? Well I wondered that myself.
I know this is a problem many writers are face with and the most common thing I have heard is not just throwing the scene out but saving it in a file for later use. In a Series, for example Laurell K Hamilton's Anita Blake series, a scene cut from one novel might work in another novel with just some minor changes. In a stand alone the same principal applies, you just may have to tailor things more to fit whatever your currently writing.
And so, I myself have begun to keep a file for deleted scenes. Scenes I love but for whatever reason, was unable to use. Below is a Scene I wrote form my Novel 'Darkness Falls' and though it is a scene I love, It will never see publication. As such, I thought I could post it here and maybe someone else can read it and enjoy it as I did.
Scene: Kat and Micha
It was well after three a.m. though by the looks of the party surrounding Katrìana, you would never know it.
She had been following the rave scene for months now loving the life style, the dark music, the freedom and everything that came with the night life. Of course for her, nightlife was the only kind of life and the humans who also followed the scene…well, they had learned to live for the night too, co-existing along side vampyres like her.
Scanning the darkened interior of the previously empty warehouse, Katrìana was not surprised at its easy transition into makeshift night club. She had seen the rave’s promoters do magic with places like this before and this location was no different.
Pulse pounding music pumped through the space, its rhythm heavy and wild. The techno mix version of Rob Zombies ‘Dragula’ prodding the throng of bodies to jump and sway to its beat making the place come alive.
Smiling, she caught sight of Micah standing over behind the bar and headed his direction. She had spent more than a few nights with the sexy, human, bartender since joining the traveling rave three months ago and she knew, she would spend a few nights more.
“Hello beautiful,” he greeted leaning over the bar and running his lips from the corner of her mouth to her ear. “Were you looking for me?”
“Always, you know that,” she replied flashing him a sexy smile before kissing his clean shaven cheek. “But actually, I was hoping to find Natasha.”
“Aww come on,” he pouted playfully, only smiling after she kissed him again, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip.
“She was here earlier but I haven’t seen her for a while,” he replied, pulling back from her lips as he grabbed a clean white towel and begin wiping down the surface of the bar.
Kat frowned in disappointment. “Do you remember what time it was?”
“About ten I think.”
“Well shit,” she cursed softly. Natasha was her best friend and room mate, not to mention the only other person with a key to their hotel room. Since Kat had lost her own key, she was royally screwed.
Micah grinned as she explained her situation. “You know you are welcome to crash at my place,” he replied running a hand through his dyed black hair while rolling his tongue ring between his teeth seductively. “I’ll even throw in breakfast,” he added with a wink.
She smiled and laughed “You wish,” she answered knowing she could do a hell of a lot worse than Micah’s bed. For a human he was a very enthusiastic lover and as a Day Walker, a very rare thing for her kind, she didn’t have to fear the intruding sunlight frying her to a crisp while she slept the day away in his arms.
“Every day baby, every day,” Micah laughed, the rich, warm sound of his voice making Kat shiver in want for another night (500words) with him.
“If you see Natasha let her know I am looking for her.”
Micah nodded as she blew him a kiss and walked away, feeling his eyes upon her leather encased ass as she went. She knew Micah was supposed to be just a fling; he was human after all. But as an immortal she had several lives to live, and for now, she was enjoying Micah.
Gliding sinuously through the crowd of people she moved toward the back of the club, and was immediately greeted by a group of friends. Most of them were like her, vampyres who followed the rave. They enjoyed the atmosphere of darkness and blood which was given freely by the humans who longed for—and often pretended to be—what they really were.
The relationship between the humans and vampires had always been a symbiotic one. Once bitten, humans experience a sensuous feast of feeling and sensation, a taste of euphoria that is all theirs for that one moment in time. For the vampyres the experience is pleasurable as well but in different ways, and after feeding, they are well sated in their own right.
Closing her eyes, Kat took in the air around her seeking some sign of Natasha’s lingering presence. The scent of sweat and blood surrounded her causing flashes of Micah to flitter through her mind. Vivid pictures of her fangs sinking into the tender skin of his neck, of taking from him as he gave back to her, not just blood but other things a man and a woman could share.
Shaking the vision from her mind she turned to the others mentally chastising herself.
Bad Vampyre, she thought, No cookie! Natasha first, blood later. Taking a deep breath she cleared her mind and asked the others about Natasha. No one had seen her and with daylight moving ever nearer she worried about her friend who unlike her, could not withstand the light of day.
“Tasha, where are you,” she whispered to herself as she said her goodbyes to the others and wove her way back through the crowd. It wasn’t like her friend to disappear for so long without telling anyone where she would be. Kat had a bad a feeling about this whole situation and the longer she searched for Natasha, the worse her feeling became.
Detouring to do a quick check of the bathroom Kat, feeling frustrated, took a deep breath and leaned against the bathroom counter peering into the mirror. Her short hair was as black as night with the exception of her bangs which fell over heavily kohl lined eyes in a spill of vibrant blue. Her face was beautiful, “classically elegant but ruined with that modern style,” as her mother had always said.
She scowled at the memory of her mothers words. It had once bothered her that she didn’t fit in with her mother’s ideal image of beauty but as she got older she came to love herself and embrace her individuality. Perhaps that was why she felt so at home with the modern Goth crowd. They tended to embrace their differences not caring what others thought of them, she respected their wisdom and wished others would share the view.
Unsure of what else to do, she made her way back toward the bar when suddenly she was stopped short.
Something was wrong.
Things had felt wrong since the night began but that bad feeling abruptly intensified into a gut-wrenching knot which took her breath away. Gasping for air she fought to calm herself as a strange icy, tingling sensation crawled down the back of her neck causing her to shiver. Swallowing the hard knot of fear which had risen in her throat, she slowly turned, scanning through the throng of partiers until her eyes locked on her target.
He was staring at her from across the room with eyes as cold as any she had ever seen. He seemed hauntingly familiar and yet not but either way he was looking at her like a jaguar who had just found his next meal and it was a look that chilled her to the bone.
He was tall and gorgeous, dressed all in black like many of the others here. His face was angelic in its perfection surrounded by a curtain of long dark hair. But this man was no angel and the air of darkness that surrounded him made her shiver at his presence telling her that he was definitely not like the others.
He felt like darkness incarnate, the manifestation of every nightmare she had ever had—and ever would—all wrapped up into to one. He set off every natural alarm she had. She could taste the fear in the back of her throat at being the subject of his dark gaze. Her heart rising to a staccato rhythm as her mind screamed out in warning, telling her to run.
She swallowed again not sure what to do, caught between morbid curiosity and self preservation. Turning from him she quickly darted over to the bar where Micah was putting away glasses and cleaning in preparation to close up for the night. She could still feel that strange itch of stranger’s eyes following her as she went and it was making her heart flutter and her breath catch as she tried not to panic even though everything inside her told her to do just that.
It was nearly five a.m. and things were winding down for the night. The vampyres would soon be disappearing to tuck themselves in for the day safely away from the killing sun. The humans would be sleeping off a night filled with sex, booze and whatever else they had chosen to indulge in.
“Does your offer for a place to crash still stand?” she asked, moving around the bar until she stood just behind the counter at Micah’s side.
He smiled seductively as he backed her up against the wall and leaned into her close. “I knew you were dying to see me naked again.”
Kat laughed lightly she tried to remain calm not letting him see how nervous she really was. Taking a deep breath she cranked up her smile, turning her attention the man before her. It was true, she was looking forward to seeing him sans clothes again but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing it. Micah was cocky enough without her feeding his ego.
“You’re such an ass hole,” she answered in reply.
“I know.” He kissed her, sliding his tongue along the seam of her lips as he lightly palmed her breasts in a proprietary manner before leaning back to look at her. Examining her expression he frowned, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, there was just this guy watching me and he was kind of giving me the creeps,” she explained shrugging her shoulders lightly.
“What guy?” Micah asked, his body stiffening as if tensing for a fight. His arms tightened around her waist, his dark eyes going hard as he immediately began to scan the room for the ass hole messing with his girl.
“Don’t worry about it,” Kat told him, secretly adoring his He-man reaction. “I think he’s gone now anyway. I just want to get out of here.”
“Okay,” he said focusing his attention back on her. “Give me fifteen minutes to get this place wrapped up?”
“Can you finish in ten?” she asked still feeling the itch along her spine.
“For you baby, I’ll do it in eight.”
Kat smiled pushing aside her nervousness and gave Micah a come hither stare. “You do it in eight and we will definitely revisit that whole ‘naked’ discussion.”
“I knew you wanted me,” he answered victoriously causing her to laugh. Grinning like he’d just won the lottery, Micah gave her a burning look of desire before he leaned in, dropped a kiss on her forehead and rushed off to complete his chores.
Turning around Kat looked over to the spot where the man had stood watching her. He was gone. She didn’t see or feel him any more, that itching, tingle disappearing along with him. Sighing with relief she took a seat at the bar and waited for Micah.
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