Another Day in Las Vegas
(Italics-Bella's inner thoughts)
BPOV
My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I'm 16 and living in Las Vegas, Nevada with my single drug and alcohol addicted mother Renee. Life is great (sense the sarcasm). I'm in high school, but I couldn't even tell you name of it since we move often. I'm normally not shy, but seeing as we move a lot I don't bother making friends anymore.
My Dad Charlie is police chief of Forks, Washington he's a good dad, but emotionally distant. I'm supposed to go visit him at the end of this year. Have some father/daughter time and all that jazz.
So now I just sit and wait till I can escape if only for a moment. Taking care of Renee and reading is how I usually pass my time. Oh…and did I mention she's a stripper at a sleazy hole in the wall joint, making close to nothing just to have men stare at her and feel her up. Tonight is not much different from every other night.
As usual I have to accompany Renee to her "job" because she doesn't want to leave me home alone for fear that I'll get into her stash. So her logic is she takes me to a filthy club filled with old perverts (makes perfect sense). Renee walks up to DJ "Hey Alec, mind if Bells sits here with you? You know how she is, scared of her own shadow!" she cackles and suddenly I'm reminded of the wicked witch of the west.
Alec just nods his head not bothering to make eye contact because tonight is one of the nights where Renee is the solo act so she usually over does the drugs and liquor. Trying to numb the humiliation I guess. I sit behind the DJ booth. Alec is keeping an eye out making sure no creeps try to hit on me.
Alec turns with his headphones only on one ear and yells, "Hey Bells, how's it going tonight?" I laugh bitterly and reply "ugh same as every other night I have to watch Renee take her clothes off." He chuckles lightly, but I can see the pity in his eyes for me.
I turn to the stage and see Renee topless straddling an old guy who looks to be about 50 years old. She starts grinding on his lap for all she's worth as he starts grabbing her ass. Renee is so wasted by this time she doesn't know up from down which is obvious when she nearly falls off the old guys lap.
I look away as I feel the bile start to rise in my throat reaching for my iPod in hopes of a distraction so I won't puke behind the DJ booth, not really a good look for me.
Turning my iPod full blast in hopes of blocking out the club noise I turn on my favorite song "All along the Watchtower" by Jimi Hendrix. Listening to Jimi I start playing Bejeweled another of my favorites for killing time with Renee. After what feels like an eternity I look at the clock we arrived at 8:00 pm its now midnight. 4 hours of naked, sweaty old men mixing with the smell of liquor and stale cigarettes.
Looking towards the bar I see Tanya has a shift tonight. We get along really well, Tanya and Renee…Not so much. Tanya is very attractive slim body, but toned, red hair and green eyes. While Renee was on one of her binges she not so subtly threw herself at James, Tanya's fiancé. Tanya had to kick her ass, but like all good drunks and druggies she couldn't remember it. Needless to say they have bad blood between them and James quit stopping by.
Walking up to the bar I smile at Tanya "Hey T, can I get a pop?" smiling she replies "Sure thing, sweetie" she hands me my coke I smile and greedily drink it down it's always so hot in here, would it kill them to fix the air conditioner. Still sitting at the bar I strike up a conversation because I sat for hours with no one to talk to, "So T, any crazies in here tonight, besides the usual?" I chuckle out.
She nods her head and continues laughing she replies, "No shit, right! There was one guy hanging around the bar looked kind of creepy and like he was looking for something or someone. Try and steer clear of him." Curious to know who you should avoid you ask, "What does he look like?"
Looking around the room T slowly nods her head to the guy sitting in a semi light corner he looks about 5' 9" muscular build, black wavy short hair greased back. He was wearing a black button down dress shirt with blue jeans and a pair of very worn cowboy boots.
I stand there looking him over and I can't help, but think he looks very normal I guess I must have stood staring for too long. My eyes make contact with his and I feel a shiver run up my back and not in a good way. Quickly looking away I wonder if he thought I was into him because he had a sinister smirk on his face almost predatory.
Ridding my mind of these thoughts I look to Tanya, "I will definitely be staying away from him. He has a stalker vibe to him" I laugh not knowing what kind of vibe would be considered stalker-ish. "Ok well T I'll see ya going back to my corner" I chuckle and Tanya being the movie fanatic she is replies, "Nobody puts baby in a corner!"
Leaving on a good note my mood is somewhat higher than earlier. Alec sees me smiling and I see a twinkle in his eye at seeing me happy. An hour later I start feeling restless. Standing up to stretch out I start feeling uneasy as if I'm being watched. Shaking that feeling thinking "Come on bells you're not the one on drugs stop being so paranoid, unless crazy runs in your family that would explain a lot!" Shaking my head out of my inner ramblings and telling my brain to shut up… "Okaaay"…See I think I'm crazy.
Back to reality I shake the feeling of being watched and turn to Alec, "Hey DJ I'm stepping out for a minute got to get my homework that I left in the car, I'll just be a minute." Laughing at my name for him he replies, "No problem bells, I'll stay here ok?" laughing I nod my head and mutter "smart ass".
Heading for the backdoor of the club, I have to push it extra hard cause that cheap door sticks. The cold chilly air hits me and I let out a little yelp and started laughing for being so jumpy about some wind. As I make my way to the car its eerily quiet all you can hear is the sound of the wind as it whistles past you and the faint sound of the club music.
Still feeling giggly from being so jumpy as I'm walking to the car, suddenly I hear steps behind me I stop laughing and slowly turn only to discover it's the fat stray cat we all refer to as "Fat Daddy C" laughing I start talking to the cat, "FAT DADDY! You scared me!" I turn still laughing at how jumpy I've been tonight, "Come on pull yourself together, crazy! Who you calling crazy, crazy! You do know your arguing with yourself? Shut it!"
After my inner conflict I turn and continue towards the car hearing the steps I remind myself it's the cat, "Go away Fat Daddy", Then I feel hands on my shoulders and freeze because cats don't have hands. I'm turned by the hands on my shoulders and then I'm facing dark crazed eyes. The smell of cheap cologne, smoke and cheap booze invade my nostrils I flinch away from the smell.
Only he leans forward and whispers, "I wouldn't say I'm fat, but I wouldn't mind playing daddy to a sweet little thing like you." Fighting the urge to throw up I look into his eyes again only to have realization hit me, it's the same stalker from earlier! I'm shocked that Tanya was right and I was chastising myself for not paying attention to my surroundings.
He leans close to my ear and whispers, "Ahh so you do remember me, I knew you wanted me after staring so hard. I want you too." Shocked and scared at what could happen I did the only thing that came to my mind. I summoned my inner Mike Tyson and just bit his ear as hard I as I could. The taste of rust and metal invaded my senses I felt a sense of pride for defending myself. That was short lived as I heard a rush of wind then felt the searing pain across my face, it felt like my eye would explode.
"You fucking little bitch! You bit my fucking ear what the fuck is wrong with you! I was going to be gentle, but I can see you like it rough!" he smirks that evil smile. I flinch at his threat and his words, but you know me I don't know when to shut up so I reply, "Serves you right fucking pencil dick!" staring at me with eyes that looked void of any emotion he replies, "Oh you'll find out soon enough if I have a pencil dick, you little whore!"
As I'm about to yell for help I feel a rush of wind that felt like a jet turbine was behind me from the intensity of the wind and then in the blink of an eye the stalker vanished. I sit on the ground dumb founded I see only pitch black aside from street post which there are only two. Then I hear it, the sound of breaking bones, muffled screams and the sound of something gurgling.
Still in shock I don't move until I feel the pounding in my arm I look down only to find out that when stalker boy slapped me I slide on a broken beer bottle and said bottle cut from my wrist to the crease in my elbow. Just great I think to myself I start feeling woozy on the verge of passing out when I feel a pair of cold hard arms surround me.
I look up into a pair of honey-gold eyes and think "I must be dying because this is definitely MY angel" I hear chuckling coming from my angel, it sounded like the music they must play in heaven I thought. My angel leans down and whispers in my ear, "I'm no angel, Darlin" its only then I realize that stalker boy must've broken my already damaged verb filter.
My vision starts to get blurry and dark its only then I realize my nameless angel has ripped my sleeve from my favorite black long sleeved Led Zeppelin shirt I guess I whine cause next thing I know he's chuckling and replies, "Don't worry I'll get you another" I smile, then I feel something cold on my arm and think, "Great now my arm is gonna have to amputated cause its lost all feeling…"
"Way to be dramatic why don't you take a look at what's happening…
"Good idea…."
"I know…"
I look down to my arm only barely able make anything out from all the blood loss and I know I must be going crazy because he's licking my blood and I can see it closing my wound his tongue feels so good on my sliced arm that I barely notice a slight burning sensation its creating. Finally the nights events have me so exhausted that I just barely get the words out of my mouth, "Thank you, My angel" I sigh barely able to hear his chuckle when the darkness takes me….
"Great Bella you fainted now we can't look at the angel or find out his name, but we could never forget that face. Blonde shoulder length hair pulled back in a low ponytail, that smirk that has you thinking he's up to something….and those eyes honey-gold that doesn't seem natural so he must an angel…My Angel"
A/N: My VERY first fanfic please be gentle...Let me know if you like it and if I should continue with the story...Thanks and PLEASE review. Reviews make angels get their wings so come on :-)