I do NOT own Degrassi.

Okay now I know I shouldn't start a new story until I finished my other two but all the writers know that once you get an idea it's IMPOSSIBLE not to write it. So here you go.

Basically Clare is a stripper who has to do 'jobs' with men just to make ends meet. Eli is a drug dealer who sells heroine to underage people. The law finally caught up with him and he has to run to Toronto where he meets…Chantey! Just kidding, he meets Clare. This will be a mystery. You will think you solved it but you won't until the very end. And this is a Dark story. For the obvious: stripper, prostitute, drugs, suicide, murder and death. Oh and rated M for lemons ;)

Need a betta so PM me if you want the job.

Clare POV

Three years Ago

"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer called out behind the curtains. My heart picked up speed as droplets of sweats popped up from my forehead, "the one and only, Immortality!" he shouted. The crowd erupted in cheers and they clapped their hands together loudly. With a final sigh, I pushed the curtain aside with a shaking hand. The lights beamed down at me. I shut my eyes closed as the light burned my vision. I swallowed nervously. I could feel they stares of people and my heart pounded in my chest. With a final glance back, I said goodbye to my family, my friends, and most importantly myself.

That was three years ago. Now I am no longer nervous. I no longer care. I am no longer Clare Edwards. That person died a long time ago. She died along with the people she loved. The day she died was the day I was born. My name is Clare Owen. I am a waitress at an old dinner that gets paid the minimum wage. But by night, I am someone else. I am Immortality. It's not something I'm proud of. But I am not ashamed of it either. I make a good living. I survive. Isn't that what life is about? Survival? I have to do, whatever it takes to live. I have to give the one person I love back everything I took away. It's the least I can do. And if the price is taking off my clothes for the pleasure of men, then I'll gladly do it.

"Mom!" I turn around and see Mason running toward me with a smile plastered to his face. He jumps into my arms as he drops his bag to the floor.

"Hi, honey." I whispered as I hugged him to my chest.

ELI POV

My clothes reeked of alcohol and drugs. The space around me adopted the odor. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I leaned against a brick wall, in a dark ally. I drew a cigarette from my back pocket and popped it into my mouth. I lit it up and sucked in a breath. Smoke flew from my mouth as I withdrew.

"Hey, man!" a boy called out down the road.

I gazed over at him and watched as he jogged to my side. "Yes?' I asked

He glanced around him, searching for any eavesdroppers. "I heard you got a new batch." He whispered

I smirked. "You heard right."

"Well? How much?" he asked as his hands twitched. I eyed him and he glanced down nervously. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he fidgeted.

My eyes lit up. This is going to be a good sale. This kid was in too deep. He needed the drug. He needed it like I need the money. "Well for you, it'll be $300."

His eyes grew wide as he stared at me. "You have got to be kidding."

I shake my head and threw the cigarette on the floor. I stomp on it and grind it to dust. "I do not kid."

He swallows and his shaking turns more noticeable. "Can't you give me a discount? Just this once?" He pleads.

I cock my head to the side. "Well, for you I will." His face brightens at my words. "I'll charge you $250. And that's my final offer."

His eyes fall. I could hear him swallow. I cross my arms and wait. I wait for the addiction to take place. Soon his body starts to tremble. He hugs his chest, as if to keep is body in one piece. He nods his head fervently. "Okay. I'll give you the money, just give me the heroine."

I nod my head and bend down. I snatch up the drug and hand it to the sixteen year old boy. He reaches for the drug but I pull it away. "Hand over the money first."

His hands are trembling as he takes out his wallet and takes out the money. He hands them over and I snatch it. I toss him the needle and he smiles happily. "Thank you." He whispers

I nod my head and turn around as he disappears down the street.

"Hey!"

I turn and see another male teen at my side. "Hello." I muttered I leaned against the wall as I waited for him to speak.

"How mush for your heroine?" he spoke softly.

"Funny thing you ask," I took out a needle and held it in my hand, "just got a new batch. It'll be $50."

He gave me the money and I smiled. I've been doing this for a while now; selling drugs to underage teens. The more they want it, the easier it is to charge more. I always make the addicted ones give me much more money than the regular customer. I know what you're all saying. That I am going to hell and all. But how would you know? You never died and went to hell. You don't make the rules. You don't decide who goes where. So don't give me your shit. Live your life and I'll live mine.

I walk down the alley and make my way to the subway. I could see my dealer leaning against the railway.

"Hey Eli." He calls out as he jumps down and bumps his fist to mine.

I take out all my earnings and give him his half. He grins as he cashes the money. "Thank you. I appreciate it"

I roll my eyes. "No problem."

He smirked and placed his arm around my shoulder. "I have a surprise for you."

I cocked an eyebrow. "And that is?"

He shook his head with a faint smile. "Oh Eli be patient."

"I don't like surprises."

He chuckled and led me to the back of the subway. The walls were black and dirty with broken tiles and black mole on the floor. People would be disgusted but not me. This was my life.

I sat on the unclean floor and my 'friend' sat next to me.

He handed me a cigarette and I happily accepted. We silently lit it up and sat in silence.

"So what's the news?" I broke the silence

He looked over at the empty hole that the train comes from. "They know what we do."

My heart stops as I stare at him. "What do you mean?"

"Someone ratted us out." He drew smoke from his lips and looked over at me. "They know we sell drugs."

My hands trembled as I dropped the cigarette from my lips. "Oh my God." I muttered

"Relax," he ordered. His eyes flared as he stood up and dropped his cigarette to the floor. He grinded it to dust. "They have a suspicion, but no guarantees. We just have to lay low for a month or two."

I swallowed as my hands grew sweatier. "I need the money."

He nodded and gave me his hand. I stared at it. He was offering to help me. Last time he 'helped' me he gave me this job. And look where I ended up. He was bad news. But like the drugs I sell it is too late to quit. I am addicted just like my customers. I am in too deep. My hand reached out and took his hand. He smiled as he lifted me to my feet. "You'll have to leave the city for a while."

I nodded. "I know."

"I have a friend who lives in Toronto. He's willing to help you out."

"What do I have to do?"

He shrugged. "Whatever he tells you to."

I bite my lower lip, "Okay. When do I leave?"

He looked me straight in the eyes. Something he has only done once before. "You leave tomorrow."

So I wonder who Eli will meet in Toronto. Next chapter things will get interesting. And the chapter will be longer. This was too short so I'm sorry but my mother was rushing me. So bye until later.

And I NEED a betta. Now!

~Mel