Heeeey guys! So I decided to try to write something longer and came up with this. I read this great fanfic called "Stolen" and I got inspired because I love the thought of Beca being reaaaly badass and mysterious and to honor that story I borrowed name "Stan". I promise I'm not going to copy "Stolen". Also, I'm not a native speaker so let me know when you'll notice that I messed up tenses or something. Hope you'll like it.

It was almost eleven p.m. Stan was standing on the corner of the dark street clothed only with dim light from the single working street lamp. The glowing end of his cigarette made him visible but he didn't care. It was supposed to be a quick job. An easy one, where you get money almost for nothing – he thought to himself.

Finally, he saw his target - a ''fat guy'' leaving the restaurant on the opposite side of the road. He put out the cigarette with his heel, pressing it to the ground and started walking. He clenched his fist on gold knuckle-duster, a gift from his father.

Suddenly, the fat guy Stan was following disappeared in the dark alley on his left. Seeing this he chuckled, knowing that this was a dead end - literally a dead end for this unaware man. He entered the alley already thinking about cold beer and very hot girl, both waiting for him in his apartment - the first one in his fridge, the other one in his bed.

But there was no fat guy in the alley.

He looked at the very high brick wall at the end – there was no way that his target climbed to the top of it. On the left side, there were a couple of dirtbags lying on the ground, near the big container. It used to be green, but now it was covered with stains of different sizes and colors, some of them with the weirdest stories of origin. On the right side, there were fire escape stairs, old and rusted with one of the platforms missing, the next one way too high to reach it.

"Fuck." He hissed, feeling angrier and angrier with every second.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckily fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The fat guy somehow managed to escape, which meant there was no longer job to be done tonight.

Stan looked around one more time – the whole place was creepy and started giving him chills. There was something wrong with this alley. The air was thick the silence deafeaning - you could almost hear his heart beating so fast that it could fall out his chest at any moment. He shuddered, thinking how stupid it was to let this place get to his head like that. He lit up another cigarette, third this evening and turned around just to let it fell off his mouth when he felt a cold blade in his stomach. Stan gasped in shock when a tall man pushed it harder, plunging it even deeper.

It was very dark night. It seemed like all of the clouds made a deal to cover the sky and hide moon like their very own precious treasure. But at the very moment when he looked down, one beam of moonlight made it through and he was able to see that there was a scarlet stain on his white polo shirt, growing bigger and bigger.

"W-Why? Who are you?" Stan muttered his question, his mouth filling with blood.

"Oh Stan, just think - the answer is easy..." he heard familiar bored voice coming from the shadows. Stan tried to keep his vision focused and find the owner of that voice. And there she was - leaning against a dirty wall, lazily playing with a knife - short and frail as always, with her long, brown hair loose and her stormy blue eyes that could hypnotize you.

"I-It's you..." at this point he was standing on his feet just because the other man wanted him so. The girl smirked at him and made fast movement with her hand, almost unnoticeable. Her knife flew right into Stan's eye, killing him immediately. His body hit the ground with a loud thud. She made few steps, leaned over him and pulled out the blade, wiping it off his shirt to get rid off dripping blood and sticky, pink pieces of brain.

"By the way - my father says 'hi'. " She whispered and just like that - she walked away. Her partner looked at Stan's body and sighed at the very unpleasant view.

"Really, you had to?" - he called after the girl.

"Oh come on, don't be such a pussy!" Hearing that, the man rolled his eyes and followed her.

"What are you going to say when HIS father will invide our headquarters?" he asked making her grin at him.

"That it all had been a terrible misunderstanding."

The door of "Pandora" opened giving a sneak peek to a completely different word full of hot, sweaty bodies dancing in trance. Loud music was pumping into the room through huge speakers settled in every corner and under the ceiling. The DJ - very attractive, tall brunette - was spinning on the platform little bit above the dancefloor. It was clear that she was good because no one was sitting or standing awkwardly in the corner. Even the worst party pooper could tell that tonight was a special night - and it was just because they were in this particular place with that particular DJ.

Beca entered her club and looked around. She walked slowly to the bar not caring whether she'll bump into someone because people were brushing aside as soon as they saw her. She approached the counter, sat on the stool and was immediately handed with a glass of whiskey. She took a long sip, pulled out her pocket knife and slide it to the bartender.

"Clean that up for me." She said quietly not even looking up, knowing that Ben would know what to do anyway. The man disappeared but she wasn't alone for long.

"Beca." It was the DJ standing next to her, biting her lip what surely would make every single man in the room drooling over the girl. Not to mention her very, very short shorts and simple white v-neck exposing her cleavage. But not Beca. She was still sipping her drink as if she didn't even notice the girl.

"You know, I missed you. Like a lot. I could show you." She stood even closer and kissed Beca's neck, brushing it with her tongue. At the same moment, Ben returned with her knife. Beca finished her drink with one gulp, grabbed the knife and raised from her seat.

"Not tonight, Stacie." The shorter girl responded still not looking at the DJ. She went to the elevator and pressed the button to open it. She entered it and leaned against the wall.

Before the door closed, cutting her off that extraordinary world she raised her eyes. She saw Stacie still standing next to the bar with her mouth agape and wild fury in her eyes. She thought that she'll deal with that later. Or not. She didn't really care, the girl would come back to her anyway, no matter what. It's just how things worked between them. And even if that was about to change she could easily find someone else to fuck. The club was packed with hot girls almost every night and she was sure that she could have even the straightest girl in town, screaming her name, with a blink of an eye.

But she saw something else what really drew her attention. Beautiful girl with fiery red locks and piercing blue eyes that you could easily get lost in. She was dancing in the middle of the dance floor between that mass of people, yet she was still visible. She was moving with confidence and grace.

Suddenly, the unknown beauty looked up and met Beca's gaze. She didn't break their eye contact even when she slightly turned her head and kissed a man that was dancing next to her, holding back of his head with her hand. Beca raised her brows and kept looking but the door had already closed and the elevator started to move to take her up to her apartment.