Deadly Combination
1. A Simple Game of Rock Paper Scissors…Right?
"Rock…Paper…Scissors…Shoot!" Their voices echoed through the dark parking lot. They didn't worry about the level of their voices due to the loud bar that rested behind them. The bar, Bitter End, was an old run down bar with the B in Bitter blinking on and off. Any teenage girl would avoid this horrid place at the late hour of 1:00 a.m. from fear of being hit on or kiddnapped by an old perverted man, but the two girls in the parking lot were determined to get in that bar. This was life or death.
"You lose again RuPaul." Santana's hands moved to the sides of her hips and her bitchy half smirk made it hard to miss her contentment in winning a simple game of Rock Paper Scissors.
"Nonono," Rachel ran her hands through her brunette locks in frustration. "Best two out of three."
Santana sighed annoyed with Rachel's attitude, "Fine but, if you lose this time that's it. Your ass is going to be bait and that's final."
Rachel lost for the third time just as she did every night. "Told you Berry, I never lose."
"Your habitual winning makes me think that you're corrupt. I've never experienced the pleasure of being in your buttoned up position." Rachel shifted uncomfortably and stared at the pavement. She wasn't used to having these conversations with Santana or anyone for that matter.
"Please, like you're not used to being a loser. You distract while I attack." Santana started to stretch out her arms and legs showing that she was ready for what was coming. "Take this with you." Santana held out a wooden stake in her hand.
Rachel smiled as she noticed that Santana was worried about her. Her "thanks" was in her expression as she greatly accepted the weapon. She glanced down at her outfit: A tight red strapless dress that stopped mid-thigh and hugged every curve in her body, high heel black stilettos that buttoned up her ankle, and a black leather jacket that accompanied her dark eye shadow and red lipstick. Tina would be proud of her look but everything about Rachel screamed bait. Santana had classic Chuck Taylor's under her straight legged gray faded jeans with a regular white t-shirt and a leather jacket similar to Rachel's. She never lost to RPS, (at least never when Rachel was her opponent), so there was no need for her to dress like old man eye candy.
Santana realized that Rachel was searching her sexy ensemble for a place to put her weapon where no one would notice it. "Just put it in your jacket sleeve. We need to hurry up before people start dying."
Rachel saluted Santana military style and did as she was told. "I'll distract them, while you liberate the missing girls before they become the next feast." Rachel flipped her hair and started to strut in her fuck me or maybe eat me heels. Santana made her way to the back entrance while Rachel did just the opposite and made her way to the front entrance. Before Rachel could pull the rusty handle of the door, twenty-three sets of red eyes turned in her direction after sensing her presence. What vampire couldn't smirk after getting a whiff of her sweet scent?
Tell me what you think or if I should continue. I really shouldn't be starting another fic but I really couldn't help it. I couldn't throw this idea out the window. XD
