STOP (HAMMER TIME)! IF YOU'VE NOT READ BLUE EYES AND EMERALD ISLES, THE FOLLOWING STORY WILL NOT MAKE SENSE! Thank you.
VICIOUS
Prologue
A girl stepped off a gang plank of a large ship with ominous black sails and smirked at her surroundings. Her comrades were off gallivanting somewhere, she was sure, but she had docked her ship here for other reasons other than plundering and wenches.
She was dressed in odd clothing. A tattered, wind-beaten striped skirt and an off-white shirt that looked at least a size too big for her frame. She wasn't petite in the least, but she wasn't entirely bulky, either. She had a chain link belt that held her sword that swung maliciously at her hip and a dagger was tucked in the side buckle of her left boot. She had long, wild black waves of hair and dark eyes shaped oddly in comparison to the normal New York City occupants.
The pirate girl looked up to see another girl emerge from the shadows of the dusty streets. She had blonde hair, dark blue eyes and the most voluptuous figure the pirate girl had ever seen. She was dressed hideously in a saloon girl's dress, but she could hear the coins as she walked.
And the money was all she was interested in.
"You gonna give me the money now then?" the girl asked, her London accent thick and odd sounding. New York City may have been diverse, but it was still odd to hear different accents.
The blonde girl produced a bag of coins from inside her corset and dropped it into the pirate's waiting hand. The dark haired girl smirked at the heavy weight of the coins.
"You make all this workin' at a brothel?" she asked, directing her smirk to the whore in front of her.
The blonde ignored the jab. "It will suffice, then?"
The pirate rolled her eyes. "Sure. I'll get the job done," she said.
She almost felt bad taking all this money for a little task such as the one the girl wanted, but she wasn't about to tell the wench that. Might as well get something good for the childish task she had ahead of her.
"So what shall I call you? Since we are in business now," the blonde said, and the pirate noted how she was trying to act slick like she was doing business with the mafia. It made the girl smirk again.
"Just call me Pirate," the dark haired girl responded, pocketing her money with a satisfied grin.
Poor, stupid twit.
"Nice doing business with you, then, Pirate," the blonde offered her hand and Pirate shook it. Then the twit's mouth twisted into a little grin that looked sinister in the dim gaslight of the streets.
"I'm Desiree."
OMG! Sequels with confusing prologues! Haha. I would like to thank everyone to reviewed, demanding to have a sequel. I love you all, guys. Teehee. I think this means I have fans now... :). But I gots a proposition for you'se all. If you've reviewed BLUE EYES at least twice, you may join my casting call for VICIOUS. That's right, kids! It's on my profile page. Fill it out and send it to me via PM and I will most definately work you into my story!
P.S. - VICOUS is officially dedicated to my new e-BFF and beta Izabeal Finley, how is so much like Lissa that it makes me squee! :)
CTB!
xx Wicked/Sara