I love this film! And thought id have a go at writing a fanfic.
Its not the best but ill polish it up and the next chapter will be a lot better.
Please let me know what you think! And if I should continue?
Kitty stared at the reflection in the mirror, the streetlight glinted across her face in the darkened room as the hollowed eyed face stared back at her. The sound of life echoed around her but she heard nothing, no laughing, no jokes but the sound of screams and shots of long dead memories haunted her. Her deep blue eyes casted downwards towards the clutter of photo frames, her last birthday, three Christmas's ago, her opening night at Esmeralda's Barn but nothing before then. No childhood photographs or pictures of her teenage years, a time she would rather forget then embrace.
Laughing from the other room broke her off from her inner thoughts. Blinking herself out of her stupor she rose from her place at the dresser, soothing her hair as she went. As she slid into the room she let a loving smile plaster itself across her face. She shared the house with her 'family', people from the old days, Babba, Granny, Eddie, Elsa. As well as Dita her best friend and partner in crime, the raven haired foreign beauty who helped her captivate any audience, male or female.
'…then she said I hope yours it bigger then that' Eddie roared as he swallowed the remainder of his tumbler full of scotch.
'Look who finally decided to make an appearance! Your gonna be late for the club' the sultry siren teased as she stood, the dark gold of her skin exposed by a short blue mini dress.
Granny sat in the corner her crochet needle stalled its automatic movement, 'I wish you wouldn't work at such a place, is beneath both of you! Especially you Kitty.' She said before focusing frantically on the work in her lap.
Dita rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bag and headed to the door, Kitty laughed and kissed Granny on the cheek as she grumbled into her work about no one listening to an old woman. Giving Eddie a small wave she shut the door behind, she followed her friend into the darker the West End, the rows of houses looked bleak and then I but the same time they held a sort of beauty to them. Both women scuttled into the beaten up white Morris Minor, Elsa sat in the driving seat tapping patiently on the wheel before screeching off into town.
Elsa too worked at the Esmeralda Barn, she was one of the senior waitresses in a nightclub. She was also married to Eddie, a man 15 years older than her yet she still loved him with the deep and unwavering love and passion. They lived next door to Granny's but you wouldn't know since there were always in Granny's house eating her cooking and drinking her Scotch. Elsa and Dita shared a look as they glance back at there friend who sat staring out of the window at the bright lights of East London, neither of them said a word to each other.
The Esmeralda barn was an elegant and bright club, one of the most successful clubs in London not just because anything and everything happened at the bar but because of the entertainment. Exotic dancers and singers from all over the world entertained here but also the clubs personal group of professional dancers of which Dita and Kitty were part of. In total there were five. Joyce a.k.a. Aphrodite was a willowy blonde with heart shaped face and soft features, and sweetest temper. Shirley was the smallest of the group, just 5 foot but held as much personality as anyone of the dancers, she had a good figure despite her height and alluring to the men customers with her fairylike charm. Then there was Lois a redheaded freckled farm girl from Kent, as fiery as her hair and had a soft country drawl to match, she was more a back up dancer then anything but still part of the elite group that held the captivation of all who entered the club. And then of course there was Dita and Kitty, the frontliners, the singers and dancers they all swarm to see. Two glamorous and gorgeous women who are both exotic and curious. Kitty with her dark hair and pale porcelain skin and fall voluptuous body held in a 5 foot five frame, deep and bright blue eyes shone into the very soul of any man or woman. the alluring siren, elegant dancer and sensuous and soft voice lowering the most hesitant of men into her grasps. Dita was the gold and tanned woman with honey brown eyes and slender soft body in a 5 foot eight figure that swayed to and fro.
Kitty pushed her way through the maze of corridors and doors her dressing room she shared with the other girls. It was big and cluttered with all the costumes and make-up and jewellery used in their performances. At this time of night it was usually a hive of busy men and women rushing to get ready fling off the last costume squeezing into the next, but instead it was empty, the dull lights of the mirrors revealed no hustle and bustle just the deadly quiet. Dita bumped into the back of her as Kitty stared into the room, pulling out she saw Derek the 60-year-old maintenance man who hovered beside a light fixture.
'Derek where is everyone? What happened?' Dita moaned.
The silver haired man looked up eyes wide, screwdriver in his hand paused over the light as he looked at them, 'I thought you two would have known! Nightclub is under new management. happened this morning.' He spoke before going back to fixing his light.
Dita and Kitty glance at each other before heading up to the bar. Everyone was there, the club wasn't open, waitresses, bartenders, managers, busboys singers and dancers stood waiting expectantly around the bar waiting for the new owners. Shirley was first to spot them and rushed over, the bundle of energy she was, followed closely by the Joyce and Lois.
'Can't believe that posh prick has sold the club! I wonder who bought it?' Shirley bounced as she perched herself on top of the stage.
Joyce rolled her eyes at her friend's excitement, folded her arms as she cocked her hip towards the girls 'Who cares! as long as we keep our jobs and they don't cut our money.'
Lois bit her lip nervously 'They wouldn't fire us, would they? We are the main attraction, they can't fire us'
Joyce hissed towards the redhead 'WE'RE not. Dita and Kitty are. We just the backing dancers they can fire us and get something cheaper.'
Kitty narrowed her eyes at Joyce 'Joyce stop that no one is getting fired. It's all of us or none of us. You all worrying over nothing, we don't even know who the new owners are. Calm down.'
The girls looked at each other and sat and leaned against the stage waiting. It wasn't long before several men in suits walked out of the back office, everybody sat up waiting with bated breath. A wiry old man with a salt-and-pepper moustache stood forward, he looked more like an accountant then a nightclub owner.
'Ladies and gentleman thank you for waiting. I know you all aware that the nightclub has changed hands, and reassure your jobs are completely safe. My employers are only interested in running the nightclub as a glamorous spot for anyone and everyone who is someone. And I would hope that you give a warm welcome to the new owners… Reginald and Ronnie Kray.'
The man stepped aside revealing two hulking young men stepping forward, one had a swollen nose that thick glasses rested upon, but other than that they were both identical and both deeply handsome. Everyone knew who the Krays were everyone in the West End feared getting on the wrong side Krays, of course they kept the West End in order, but still people had heard what they did and how they did it, it scared them. No one made a sound they just stared at the two ominous figures at the front of the club. Kitty watched hesitantly unwilling to take her eyes off the to 2 men as they scan the room. Almost instantly both men's eyes fell upon the group of women, Shirley and Lois stiffened beside her, even at this distance intensity eyes was quite evident.
Eventually one of the twins step forward, 'I'm Reggie and this is my brother Ronnie' he gestured to the brother with a bruised nose and glasses 'and as the new owners we going to make this into the best and biggest nightclub in Europe, and we know you will make it for us' he said smoothly with a crooked smile.
'All fucking of ya' the other twin slurred slightly with a heavy cockney accent, his hand pointing towards the group of workers.
Nervously everyone was unsure of what to do all to say or do. Kitty wanted to laugh she saw the other twin glare half-heartedly at his brother, muttering 'nice one Ronnie'. The other twin shrugged his shoulders awkwardly.
The thin, moustached gentleman step forward again smiling kindly towards the workers 'Well thank you for your time, and I hope you make the Krays first night as successful as you did the previous owner.' he crooned sickly towards them.
The girls grimaced at each other as they slowly made their way back towards the dressing room ready to prepare for the night's work ahead of them. Kitty unaware of the twin's gaze upon her back as she slinked away.