Chapter 1
Not Worth a Second Thought
Yeah so I watched Quentin Tarantino's 'True Romance' and got inspired. Bit vague but it is the opening chapter. Enjoy.
The sound stopped. The heavy clunk of her boots on the sidewalk was replaced with a heavy, grunting breathing in her ear that tickled her neck. A heavy hand dragged across her back and settled itself on her side, she closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth. He'd found her.
"Why do you do this to me Amy?" He asked sighing. She rolled her eyes and turned her head away from him as they started walking again, the soft pounding of his boots accompanied her loud, sharp steps.
"Because you don't listen to me. The only way I can get away is to run away." She said, her voice was weary and thick with regret. She regretted everything in the past year, she wanted to escape it and start afresh.
"And after you'd run away, what were you planning on doing?" He said, in that patronizing tone that made her want to punch him. "Lovely house on the beach, husband and kids? Come on, even you aren't that naive." He said laughing cruelly.
"I want a better life, I want more than this." She said quietly. She felt the arm that encircled her fall away roughly and he stood facing her.
"I have done everything for you! I have fed you, clothed you... unclothed you," He said raising a seductive eyebrow, "got you a job and protected you. Now here you are saying that it's not enough. It's all you're ever gonna get baby 'cos to other people you're nothing. You go to anyone else and they will shut their doors in your face. You're nothing but a whore to them, a dirty little common prostitute that's not even worth a second thought. In the real world you'll be treated like dirt, but in my world you are a princess." He said, the anger in his voice retreating only to return again next time she said something that he didn't like. She knew what he said was true but she still she wanted out of this life, away from this dangerous, sleazy underworld where nothing seemed pure or clean. She looked in his eyes apologetically, kissed his cheek and turned to walk away. He grabbed her arm so hard and fast that she felt it bruise.
"You're my best girl, you leave me and you're fucking dead." Her fearful eyes met his and in them she saw that angry greed that often appeared in him. As some sort of unspoken agreement she stepped back onto the pavement and walked with him. She knew where they were going, a club called 'The Lagoon' where most of their punters went on a Saturday night. She bit back the fear, sadness and helplessness and tried to plaster a carefree smile to her face.
Angel sat at his bedroom window and watched people walk past. He enjoyed sitting in quiet and reading on every night especially Saturday night, away from the loud music and pointless chit chat of people trying to appear friendly. He was old, he had experience with people and it taught him that most people were just out for themselves, not caring who they scarred in the process. It was a bleak outlook on life but life hadn't shown him anything to change his mind.
A couple just outside the hotel caught his eye. A young woman, could even be a teenager, with long shockingly white hair mixed with black and an old man probably in his thirties. The girl wore a short tattered skirt and a black jacket. Angel wondered if the shabbiness of her outfit was fashion or if she'd had it so long that it had started to fall apart. The couple was bickering, not unusual on a Saturday night. The girl turned to walk away from the man and he grabbed her arm hard, her pretty features were now graced with fear and helplessness. Angel rolled his eyes and went back to his book but he couldn't look away from the girl. She wasn't anything special but there was something strange about her.
Mechanically the girl started walking with the man, his hand still clenched round her arm. Angel watched as the girl tried to cover her feelings with an unconvincing smile. Angel looked at his book but he didn't read it, his mind was full of young girls who had come to L.A. chasing dreams but had ended up in relationships with sleazy men just so they could eat. Angel thought of Cordelia and wondered where she would be now if he hadn't met her, and if she hadn't been almost killed by Russell Winters of course. Cordelia's screams filled his ears and his thoughts shattered in his head as he ran towards the door and downstairs, his book discarded on the floor.
Cordelia was already on her own writhing on the floor when he got to her, he quickly ran over to her and scooped her off of the floor. Wesley and Gunn both sped into the lobby and paused when they saw that Angel was already there. Cordelia took a shuddering breath and began to recite what she had seen in her vision.
"Vampires, at a club called 'The Lagoon', there's some young girls that don't know they're vampires, they're taking one of them to a lair underground somewhere." She said weakly.
"I'll go, you guys stay here and look after Cordy." Angel said as he made his way over to the weapons cabinet and put a couple stakes in his pockets.
"No, there's a lot of them, I think you all need to go," Angel looked at her sternly. "I'll be fine but those girls won't be if you don't get there soon." Angel nodded and motioned for Gunn and Wesley to follow him as Cordelia went into the bathroom to get some painkillers.
Okay, please review so I know whether to bother writing more.
