A/N: Yes, I'm back everyone. I would highly suggest putting me on the author alert list if you really like the story because that way the site will email you when I put a new chapter up. WOO! I lost the first two chapters of my story and deleted the original story because you know, me being stupid, thought I had the damn thing on file. So I get to re-write the first two chapters and I have NO IDEA what I wrote. hahaha this sucks balls. So much happening…might not graduate from high school…pretty stressful. Argh, here you go…show the love :)
Faith
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either.
Rating: R, just for good measure
Sinful in Death
Prologue
He feet were killing her. She had just come from a job, she was tired and all she wanted was a nice warm bed that was hers. Walking the streets of LA in the middle of the night was far from smart, but she didn't have much of a choice. As she walked the dimly lit streets, her low cut shirt barely covering her plastic paid for breasts and ridiculously short skirt, she noticed a man walking towards her.
He was dressed oddly; he had on a very nice business suit that looked very expensive. He was neatly dressed and perfectly groomed, which was something that you didn't see a whole lot on this side of town.
"Now what the hell is a rich man like that doing on the streets at one in the morning?" she wondered
She just wanted to go home, she didn't want another job. She was too tired. But money paid the bills, and was something she was seriously lacking.
"Hey honeys, not in too much of a hurry are you? You got enough time to please a girl like me?"
He stopped and motioned to a back ally, she followed.
"How much?" he asked
"1,200 for the whole package, you can do anything you want to me."
Seemingly fine with the amount, he slammed her against the buildings rough exterior and kissed her hard. Despite his own sickness of kissing a prostitute, he turned her around so that her body was up against the cool rocky surface. Tilting her head back, so that he would kiss her neck, she moaned. He leaned the lower half of her body back so her ass was hanging out of her skirt. He did a slow grind as she let out a whispered shriek when he ran the cool blade along her throat.