HELLO THERE, remember me? I'm sorry for being gone for so long, I actually thought I wasn't going to come back to this writing lark...But the other day I came across a PM MelanthiaChase sent me (big SHOUT out to her, yayyy) and I thought It would be a terrible shame just to stop. So here is my third attempt, at some SOA fan-fiction. For any of those that know me, this will contain Wings (aka Lilith)...but all that is still in the making, so I can't tell you anything yet. This ones in third person, as it's going to cover a heap of ground, it's also based a year or so after Black Wings And Beautiful Ink (for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, check out my profile and other works) Black Wings is still continuing, and I'll get back to it when I come up with some ideas. Anyway... ENJOY...and I am appreciative of any criticism what so ever, so pop me a review if you feel like it.
The wind blew across the city of Sacramento, carrying a small seed destined to fly through the open window of room 206 of the Merry-man Hotel. Erin lay in her bed, still half asleep she rubbed her nose as it was irritated by the pollen brought through the open window. As she did she felt her cell vibrate underneath the pillow, she groaned as she reached for it and pressed the answer button.
_´Hello? ´ she answered groggily.
_´Hey, Erin. This is Stacey.´ An overly cheerful young woman answered. Erin sighed; it was too early in the morning for this.
_´Hi Stacey, what's up? ´
_´The Newspaper found you a proper place to stay. They said it's necessary, that you stay in close enough proximity to their main building.´
_´Oh did they now? ´
_´Yes, yes they did´
_´They really think I'm going to run away, from the only stable job I've had in a year? ´
_´Yes, yes they do´
_´Uhuh...charming.´ As she finished her sentence, Erin heard Stacey make a confused sound.
_´How did you know? ´ the twenty something asked.
_´Know what? ´ Erin asked, the girl wasn't making any sense.
_´The town their having you move to, it's called Charming.´
Erin sighed ´You misunderstood me, I was being sarcastic. I didn't mean it as-´ She was cut off by, the almost incessant ramblings of the girl she thought sounded pre-pubesant.
_´Hey never mind, look I'll email you the address. The estate agents will be waiting for you at4pm tomorrow, kay babe? ´ the 'babe' part made Erin raise an eyebrow.
_´Yeah, sure ...babe´ she answered.
_´OK, have a nice day.´ Stacey answered and the line went dead.
Erin collapsed back on to her bed, and eyed the few packed boxes and suitcases in front of her. She had been living in hotels, for three months now, and she was sick of it. The newspaper she had gotten a job at, insisted on her living in provided accommodation as long as she worked for them. So for the duration of the last three months, all that was provided was hotel rooms. Although Erin thought, it probably is for the best, I don't actually own a house. Or the money to buy one, for that matter...Who the fuck! Decides to call a town ''Charming''?
THREE HOURS LATER...
Erin sat in front of her laptop, she had been distracted from her writing, and was looking up the property she would be staying in.
It was a one story bungalow that looked like it would have been built in Colonial times. It was a wooden structure, or at least it seemed to be with its white paint job. It had a small veranda at the front, and a slightly larger one at the back. There was one decent sized bedroom with French doors opening on to the backyard, and an on-suite bathroom. There was a pine kitchen, and small living room with double the amount of empty space behind it leading to the backyard. It was cute.
Erin gave up a small smile, and got back to her work. She still had a thousand or so words to write until her article was finished. She had gotten a stable job in a newspaper, to write an entire page worth or an article once a week. The pay was decent, as the paper was more than just mediocre. And she was writing a monthly column for a magazine, which paid her enough so that she could spoil herself, with those lovely yet unnecessary things, every so often. She liked that she could do that, because she knew she would never earn very much money. She knew that little fact, since her journalism class in college. But like many others in the business, she was passionate about writing, and had decided to follow it through as a career. So far, she was doing rather well.
Erin yawned, and then decided it was time for a brake. Pie... she thought, yes pie would be quite nice. She pressed save, and got up from her desk. She was still in her dressing gown, even though it was two hours after her shower. She opened a suitcase and took out an off-white sun-dress; the back of it above the waist was completely made out of lace. Erin thought it looked quite pretty, and threw it on over her bra of a matching color. She put on a pair of beige ballet flats and a dab of lip stain so she didn't look so pale. She mid length caramel colored hair didn't dare kink into waves. It was a shame really, she had always wanted ringlets.
As she left the hotel, the mid day heat of California hit her face, she smirked. Growing up in Seattle, she had always longed for the wonderful dry heat she was living in right now. She opened the door of the diner, and the small bell above it rang. Molly, the waitress working there, looked up from the counter. She watched Erin sit down in a booth, and take out a small notepad from her bag as she always did. Molly found the writer lady, as she called her, quite interesting. Erin as she called herself looked as if she was in her late twenties. She was petite about 5'4, with a petite bone structure. Her eyes almost matched the color of her hair, and were hazel. She had a sweet face, and an equally sweet smile. But Molly had also seen her angry, and had once thought that the woman's sweet demeanor was just a cover. She later learned that Erin's employer at the time was actually playing her around his finger. She eventually couldn't stand his games, and the none existent pay checks, and just...blew up. For that, she really couldn't be blamed.
Molly walked over to Erin's table, and poured her a cup of coffee.
_´Nice day isn't it Erin?´ Molly commented, Erin smiled.
_´Very nice if you ask me...´ she said still smiling.
_´Oh? What's got you in such a good mood then?´
_´ The paper found me a proper place to stay.´ Molly smiled in response.
_´Well I guess that's very good, how about a slice of pie?´
_´What have you got?´
_´Umm...apple, blueberry and, I think we have peach too.´
_´Ok, I'll have peach then.´
_´Kay, coming right up.´ Molly said as she walked off.
A few minutes later, Molly showed up with the pie and placed in front of Erin.
_´So, this place they got you. Whereabouts is it?´ Molly casually asked, she was bored and wanted to pass the time. Erin never minded.
_´Small town, think it's called Charming.´ Erin answered, and waitress gave her a surprised look.
_´Is that the Charming, with the motorcycle gang?´ she asked.
_´Uh, I don't know. It's the one between Lodi and Stockton, if that's what you mean.´
Molly nodded,_´Yeah, that's the one. They say that MC, runs that town single handed...´
_´Safe?´ Erin asked.
_´Think It's famous for being safe, the Sons keep that place practically free of crime. Bit scary if you think about it, although the way those guys are scary they are hot.´
_´The who keep it safe?´
_´Oh, The Sons of Anarchy...The motorcycle gang, I just told you about. A girlfriend of a friend of mine, once got hit on by one of them. Tried to ask her out and all, but I don't think he was one of the Charming ones. They're a bit of a legend to me, grew up in a small town an hour north of Lodi. It didn't have a high school, so I had to go to the closest one in Lodi. Girls I knew there knew all about those MC guys, they were like freaking obsessed, thought the whole rebel thing was super hot.´ Erin listened to Molly, she thought the youth the girl possessed was admirable, yet not too annoying.
After a bit Molly left Erin to eat her peach pie in peace, Erin took her time with it, watching people as they walked in front of the window. People watching was one of her more odd pastimes, they were all like little ants that had their own lives and stories. She guessed that in the end, that was all that really belonged to a person, their story.
Her story was one of determination, of never looking back, of always putting writing before anything else. It was a bit sad really, she was already twenty eight years old, and still hadn't had meaningful long-term relationship with any man she had been with. Sure there were nice ones, romantic ones, and ones that swept her off her feet and into the sunset. But none of them had ever lasted. She had learned recently, that it just wasn't worth the bother of being hurt, time and time again.
THE NEXT DAY...
Erin loaded the back of her small red convertible, with all the previously packed stuff from the hotel room. She started her engine, did up her seatbelt, and put on her sunglasses. She had a -not so long compared to others-drive to her new home, and soon she would be able to relax inhere own sheets. She turned on the radio, which she recently had modified to digital. She was sick of all the mindless pop that was being mass produced, and opted for a small alternative rock station she had found the other day. By the time she had reached the address she was given in the afternoon, and saw the estate agent waiting for her. He didn't look like he had been waiting long, and he smiled as she pulled in. After some small talk, and him making some big talk on the house that was rented for her, he gave her the key and went his own way.
Once Erin got inside, she opened up all the windows and doors to air the place out. It looked clean, no dust, no nothing. As she carried all her stuff inside, she noticed that the street was deserted. It looked like it had been a failed housing development, maybe from the nineties. The only other house that looked occupied, was across the street and four rows down from hers. There weren't any lights on, but it had a mowed lawn, and two wooden chairs sitting on the front veranda.
It was about five am by the time she was done, and she decided she needed some supplies, so she headed up to the store she saw on the way down. She took a trolley and headed inside, and almost felt like she had been transported to another continent, when she felt how cold it was inside. She picked up a lot of the things she needed, and a lot of pasta. She liked pasta, it was easy, and it practically cooked itself. As she was rummaging around in the herbs, looking for some basil, she felt somebody push into her trolley.
_´Sorry Ma'am´ A guy who was at least ten years older than her said, as he pushed passed her. As he passed, she noticed he was wearing a leather vest, with different things stitched on to it. Then as he walked away, she read it across his back as clear as day. Sons Of Anarchy...so they really did run this town.
I was serious when I said all criticism is welcome, so if you feel in the mood, I'd love it if you reviewed (^-^)