Deadly Love
Chapter1: Prologue
Rating R
By Psycho4moon
Please review, I can't write stories very well so I could always use the advice you can give me.
Two girls stood in the center in a room of a two-story house. One had long blonde hair that fell just below her hip when let down. She had blue eyes that at first glance looked as innocent as a baby's but looking closer you could see all the pain, all the years of torment she went through. They were the eyes of an old woman, wise beyond her years. The other girl also had blonde hair but it only fell to the middle of her back, her eyes were also blue but they were dull, and unnoticeable. Many people think they are sisters. "I can take care of myself so fuck off!!!!" Yelled the girl with long blonde hair.
"But you still shouldn't go out there alone" The girl that could have been the other's girl sister yelled back.
"When I ask for your opinion then you can give it to me"
" Fine Usagi but what if "he" finds you."
"If by some chance he does find me I'll deal with him. I'm going to the club now and you can't stop me Minako and neither can anyone else." and with that said Usagi walks out the door, slamming it on her way to the club.
I hate this life why did they choose me, why did fate feel the need to bestow this hell on me, and that is just what this is hell. I was born in hell, I live in hell, I'll die in hell and then I'll burn in hell. Yeah that's a lot to look forward to, go me. I have to admit being a slayer does have its ups but it mostly has its downs. Blood Moon, well this is the place
"I'll have the strongest stuff you got," Usagi told the bartender. She wondered what would have happened if she would said she wanted a Bloody Mary, would she get a drink or a meal.
"Here you go, it's on the house," replied the bartender. He didn't look half bad being the fact he literally sucked the life out of people daily. He had blonde hair and green eyes, fairly tall and he had a smile that would have any girl turning up their neck at him. But he wasn't Usagi's type, something just didn't click, didn't feel dangerous enough.
"Thanks." Usagi looked down at the drink to find it red, the purest blood red she had ever seen in a shot glass. Maybe I shouldn't have said the strongest, I wonder if it's someone I know, she thought. Saying this did not bother Usagi, did not make her feel guilty but then why should it, she was half dead herself. Usagi took a drink and had to try very hard not to spit it out. God it taste like copper.
"Another one please, make it a double." She asked, if it was even possible.
" Here ya go." She takes the shot and just throws it down her throat. Usagi slowly put the glass back down and tries to figure out where that large source of power was coming from that she had just felt come in. She soon felt someone looking at her, almost at if trying to read her thoughts or her soul.
"Trying to forget someone?" a deep husky voice asked. She turned around to see the sexiest man she had have ever seen, dead or alive. He had dark black hair with the most exotic blue eyes that one could just get lost in. He was wearing tight fighting jeans with a black shirt that fit perfectly, showing off his perfect muscles. He looked dangerous, very dangerous.
"Just my life" She replied with a hint of sadness in her voice. I have to turn away, need to look away. He'll think I'm a freak if I keep looking at him, as if he was human or something.
"That bad" he smirked, which just made Usagi mad because she couldn't believe that he found her problems something funny. Oh he pissed her off. "Andrew I'll have what she is having and I'll pay for hers also"
"No thank you, I can take care of myself," she spat. That sounded a little too harsh even to her ears.
"How much is it?" He's still smiling what does he find do God Damn funny. Ass hole!
" 1.25 with hers" Andrew stated. The guy put down two dollars and sat down next to Usa. She tensed up, and hoped that he didn't notice.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "If you can take care of yourself then why are you scared of me little rabbit" She had no clue what he just said, all she could feel was his hot breath against her ear. So she did the only thing she could think of, she got up and moved over to the next seat. He just sits down where she was, and leans over again and in a barely audible voice says, "You can't run." There was something about him that had her fascinated so of course she had to get out of there and fast. She got up left a buck on the table and walked out the door aware of eyes staring at her the whole time out.