Post by CertainUncertainty on Aug 20, 2015 19:55:53 GMT -6
Genre: I dunno yet.
Word Count: 1700+ last I counted.
Characters: Mr. Kind, OC
Summary: A woman goes out with her friends, giving the Stilwater Devil another chance to kill her.
A/N: This isn't finished. T~T I keep going back and editing and editing and editing.... You can comment with suggestions and such. Any help is appreciated.
You'd think that under the circumstances, I'd keep my ass at home. Hide under the blankets with a gun in one hand and a taser in the other, while I waited for Death to find me. Ha, as if. Firstly, I was more likely to accidentally shoot myself and follow with a good electrocution for good measure. Secondly, I had never been the girl to hide from my troubles - if anything, I usually met them head on and fought with every ounce of energy I had. As I struggled to get my heels on, my skin tingled. I sighed; he was still staring at me.
"Chase, I'm not changing my mind about this." I glanced at him. Hazel eyes glared back at me, narrowed in silent fury. I turned my attention back to getting dressed, making sure my mini skirt wasn't too short. Black and cheetah print wasn't a bad combination. The realization gave me the confidence to reach for my cheetah print belt, allowing me to steal another glance at my bodyguard. 'Yep, still staring.'
"Dammit, don't go." Chase huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. His face was scrunched up, clearly not a fan of the thick cloud of hair and body products that hung in the bathroom around me. I guess it would be an assault on his sensitive nose. "I know Amanda means the world to you, but if Kind's still looking for you - "
I quickly faced him and held up my hand. "I can't NOT go. It would hurt her feelings. She wants to spend time with the girls before we all split apart." I pouted, giving him my best wounded puppy look. Chase sighed loud, clearly aggravated and pissed off, then stormed out the room. I finished putting on my makeup and tousled my hair a bit. Truth be told, a night out with my closest girl friends was something I needed. Work was a complete nightmare, terribly difficult to adjust to. But, being the lead chemist of the company, it had its perks.
At the cost of my social life.
"Ready!" I yelped, hot stepping in my impossibly high foreign heels after him. I snatched up a clutch and jacket then stumbled out the door. Chase waited, leaned against the wall refusing to look at me, as I locked my apartment door. "Are you really doing the silent treatment thing?"
He didn't respond, choosing to lead the way down to his car. 'Welcome to the Land of Silence.' I huffed, it was gonna be a long night.
o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o
Something told me I should have asked Chase where Amanda wanted us to go. When he first found out, he was dead set against it. I remember them arguing about it for nearly two weeks before he caved, then refused to talk to me while he made all the little arrangements to ensure my safety. In hindsight, I felt bad about being so pushy about it, because once the huge building was within view of my heavily tinted window, I immediately had second thoughts about getting out of the SUV. There was a line out the door where two bouncers checked IDs and patted down those wishing to get inside. I wasn't so sure my heels wouldn't decide to rebel against me halfway through the night.
As the car pulled up to the curb and I waited for my door to be opened, for the signal that it was safe, I let myself daydream. The last time I'd seen Kind, he had pretended to be a waiter in a fancy restaurant a co-worker had taken me to. His disguise had been so convincing, that I'd openly tried to flirt with him. I'd been so busy trying to convince him of the beauty of the feel of his lips on mine that I hadn't noticed he was trying to give me an emergency open heart surgery. It's stupid, I know. I shouldn't be concerned about him physically when he clearly wasn't a friend of mine.
But, dammit, some men you just can't ignore.
Worse, we couldn't figure out why he hadn't killed me yet. I mean, the last time my last bodyguard had managed to stop him at the cost of his own life. He was more than competent - he'd taken out those who'd previously filled my position within hours of them signing their contract. No one wanted to take the job because it was cursed by a demon. When I first came to Stilwater, I scoffed at the urban legend. Surely there wasn't such a person. Then again, I'd come from a small country town down South where everyone at least tolerated, if not fiercely protected, each other. The idea of someone being so...malicious was ludicrous.
Yeah. Don't say it. Clearly, I'd been living under a rock all of my fucking life. But still...why was I still alive?
Inside, the music thumped loudly to a rap song I'd heard a dozen times on the radio. The lights were dim, but it wasn't impossible to see as I had expected. Though the smell of different perfumes, colognes, and sweat swirled around in the air, I briefly picked up a spicy scent. Like...cinnamon or pumpkin. Or both? The thought was quickly replaced with annoyance when someone bumped into me. Bodies gyrated, oblivious to the humidity, as men and women in skimpy outfits danced up on platforms. Wait a minute - "Amanda - "
"It's a strip club!" She cut me off, shouting over the music, grinning like an idiot. I moved to strangle her but Chase held me back with one strong arm, an easy protective hug. Sonnofa -
"Relax. Have fun." Kasey, one of our friends, elbowed me and frowned. I tossed my head back and sighed, but trudged on. Part of me knew this would happen, that I shouldn't have let Amanda solely plan the outing. Then again, if Chase had given the okay, then I could try not to be a bitch and just enjoy myself. Maybe enough drinks would bring my bullshit tolerance down a notch. I made a detour, angling for the bar, dragging Chase behind me by his jacket sleeve.
"Please don't." He rolled his eyes, sitting down beside me.
"What can I get you two?" The bartender was a fun one, flame red hair and dark eyes that glittered in the strobe lights. She eyed me then turned her appreciative gaze to Chase.
Stifling a smile, I ordered something strong and was rewarded with a nice, tall margarita. "Thanks." I murmured more to the drink than to her, sipping from the rim as I licked at the salt coated rim. Heaven, this is. That distinct smell from earlier caught my attention and I looked around. No one was paying me any attention, no one was even aware I was there. I shrugged off the edgy feeling, determined to get loose and have fun for Amanda.
Have fun for me.
o.0.o.0.o.0.o.0.o
Hours later, I barely knew my name. See how determined I was to have fun? 'Fuck yeah.'
I was clearly getting on Chase's last nerve, but I just couldn't find it in me to care. I was tired of hiding out, being careful, missing out on life because some dastard bastard wanted me dead for no real reason other than that I was working against the Saints. I mean, who gives a flying fuck if I do? Sure, the compound they wanted me to create could be deadly if used by the wrong person, but my company had done nothing but help the community, help impoverished countries. I wanted to be apart of such altruism, and when they approached me after I graduated from college to work for them - I was stoked. So far, I'd been a loyal employee, a good person. Why wasn't I being rewarded with a hot guy to date instead of a hot guy intent on killing me?
"Ugh." I sighed loudly and dropped my head to the bar. "Fuck my life."
"You okay?" Chase's concerned voice filled my ear, so I turned my head and looked at him. Maybe it was the margaritas, but it almost looked like he cared. Seeing that made my eyes water. 'No, I will not be the emotional drunk.'
I sat up quickly, brushing my forearm delicately over my eyes. "I'm great." I slid off of my stool and marched into the crowd, intent on stealing some guy to dance with, but instead ran smack into a tall wall of muscle. Bad vibes washed over me in pulsing waves, like a heart beat. A range of emotions flitted through my drunken haze - fear, paranoia, doom - as I forced my eyes up the stranger's body.
"Having fun?" The voice slid over my skin like silk, sensual and inviting. Instinctively, I shut my eyes tightly before straightening up to look at him. Even his eyes looked dark in the dim lighting, like hot chocolate or something.
"Yeah, I'm having fun." My words ran into each other, but he didn't seem to mind. If anything, it amused him. "You dance?"
His eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise and he nodded vaguely. "Yes, I do. Did you want - "
I didn't let him finish; if he was offering, I was taking. As my vision slid from side to side, I was deep in the VIP section with Chase barking at me about safety while the male dancer casually led me to a private booth. Yay! A big, burly guy stopped Chase from following us. "Only the dancer and customer allowed. No pairs."
Chase swore and gave me a pointed, deadly look. "You're gonna cost me my damned job."
"It won't be long. I swear." My words slurred but I got my point across. I gave him my best grin and he disappeared from view.
The dancer guided me to the plush, pillow soft seat, fingertips lingering on my bare arm. I shivered and smiled up at him, lost in bliss. His body promised an experience I'd never forget, and boy, was I up for it.
