Music, Dancing, Light.

Rory.

She didn't fit in with this crowd, this club. She knew that. Everyone in here was so alive. So exhilarating. So healthy.

To her, it wasn't fair.

She tucked a strand of her short brown hair behind her ear. Smiling politely at anyone who looked her way. She was standing in the corner of a club. She didn't recall the name that was unimportant. She'd come here to feel alive. Or to at least feel something.

Come on. She spoke silently to herself. Your here for a reason, so let's get it over with.

Her eyes wandered the room, searching for someone, anyone. Anyone who would have the chance to take the pain away, even for a second. They stopped and hovered on a man standing at the bar of the club. Tall, light dusty hair, dark leather jacket, baggy jeans, around her age, maybe older. He looked dangerous. He looked desirable.

He looked perfect.

She started to walk forward. Her body filling up with confidence as she came up behind him. The red dress she was wearing flowing behind her as she walked, and as she took a deep breath and tapped him on the shoulder she saw something she wasn't expecting.

His eyes, they were indescribable.

She gasped silently as she watched him frown slightly, opening his mouth to ask what she wanted, but before he could get a word out Rory reached up and pulled her lips to his.

His eyes went wide with surprise and Rory shut her eyes to block out the glare she was receiving.

This is what she had wanted. Something thrilling. Her arm wound around his neck as she pushed harder against his lips, urging him to respond. She then let out a sigh as she felt him relax a little, his hands side down her side and took hold of her wrists as he opened his mouth and returned her eager kiss for a second, then pushed her back.

Breathing heavily, her eyes found their way up to his again. They were full of rage.

"'Thanks," Rory whispered to the stranger, as she pulled her hands out of his grasp and turned her back, making her way to the exit of the club.

Did I really just do that? She wondered to herself.

She stepped out of the door and a light breeze hit her. She closed her eyes and breathed in a deep breath of the fresh night air. But before she could take another step an arm snaked around her waist, while the other came across her mouth.

"Hang on there little girl, Weren't you taught to always finish what you started?" Whispered a husky voice in her ear.



A scream rose in Rory's throat that was muffled by his hands as she felt him drag her towards a dark alley way near the side of the club. Her back hit a wall and her eyes flew up to meet her attacker. The man she had kissed near the bar.

She tried to scream again, but came up with a short gasp and he pushed his body up against hers.

"See, you don't like surprises either do you? What the hell was that in there? Do you know who the fuck I am?" He whispered roughly to her.

She shook he head quickly. What had she done? Where was someone to help her? Should she recognise him?

She wriggled again to try and get free, but then heard a deep growl erupt from deep inside the man's throat.

"Girls like you should be taught a lesson," he stated to her, and her eyes opened even wider and he slowly bent his head towards her neck, nipping her skin softly.

"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth now, if you scream, I will kill you." He mumbled across her skin seriously.

This made all of Rory's fear fall away.

He was going to kill her?

Ha!

She was already dead.

A confused look came over his face as he felt her relax against him. He looked back up at her and saw her eyes were now full of something else, the fear was gone.

He wasn't' really going to hurt her, he was annoyed at her, wanted to pay her back. How dare she walk up to him, in a public place, and kiss him... like that.

He loosened his grip on her; the fun of scaring her was over. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he continued to untangle himself from her. But as he turned to walk away he felt her small hands creep up his chest and grip tightly onto the front of his shirt.

He looked back into her eyes, and let out a frustrated breath.

"Always finish what you started" she whispered to him as she pulled him forward, bringing his lips once again to her own.