Here is just another one of my little stories/one shots. It's really different so I hope you like it. ;)


Yet another late night was spent in the Duke of New York. Alex sat alone quietly drinking a beer. His eyes scanned the room for anyone who might add some fun to this evening. He paused to examine a girl sitting at the bar flirting with the man behind the counter. She adjusted her glasses and flashed him an incandescent smile. She didn't look like much of a challenge but he needed to entertain himself somehow. Alex waltzed up to the bar.

"What are you drinking, my little sister?" He asked.

"Gin and tonic." She said straw in her teeth.

"I see. So what are you doing here all oddy-knocky?"

"Same as you, I assume." She spun in her chair so her body faced him. "Looking to get out of the house for a few hours."

"Aren't we all." He mused.

"Who are you?" She asked with a smirk.

"Alex DeLarge, miss." He tipped his hat to her. "And who do I have the pleasure to meet?"

"Marie Foster."

Marie had to admit; he was cute. Dangerous but cute. They talked awhile, exchanging stupid opinions on current events. Innocent with a hint of mischief, Alex thought, perfect. They found themselves walking around an empty park in the early hours of the morning.

"Well I better be heading back." Marie said.

"Let me take you back to my place. We can listen to all your favourite warbles and pop-disks on my picnic player." He offered just catching her arm.

"No thank you." She said knowing his intentions.

"Oh please, my angel." He said pulling her closer to him.

"No." She said sternly.

"Fine." He threw her to the ground and got on top of her. She let out a scream that no one would hear. Oh how he loved it when they screamed. "Fancy this my darling." He threw her glasses off causing one of the lenses to crack.

"Stop!" She yelled again trying to push him off her. He ignored her and begun pulling at her clothes. Marie swung a punch to the side of Alex's head knocking him off her. She jumped on top of him and continued to beat him. He pulled out his knife and made a nice deep cut along her cheekbone. Blood spilled from the wound and stained Alex's white shirt. She struck him across the face. She was the only girl who had ever had the will to fight him. He almost didn't know what to do.

Their battle continued until Marie's punches were coming so fast Alex had no time to defend himself. Alex's body grew limp. She stood up; both covered in each other's blood. She grabbed her broken glasses and walked back over to him. He watched her weakly. She knelt down beside him and spoke. "I never want you to do this to any other girl, alright." She placed a soft kiss on his lips. "When you wake up, look me up." He watched her walk away angry, entertained, and infatuated.