AN. Hey, this is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. Please R& I'd like to say a HUGE thank you to Charivari. Thank you so much, if it wasn't for your help I wouldn't have been able to write this.
AN. Hi this is my first fanfic technically but I deleted it to fix the mistakes, just thought you should know haha. I hope you enjoy it. Also I would like to say a HUGE thank you to Charivari. THANK YOU! :)
Basta's POV
I walk through the town. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm going to do. I can't stop thinking about what Resa called me.
A heartless monster….
We arrive back at Capricorn's village. I keep a good grip on the new girl we had just kidnapped. I have one hand holding her arm in a tight grasp and the other in my pocket. In that pocket was a necklace. It had a gold chain and the pendant that hung from it was an emerald coloured angel. I took it from a jewellery shop on the way back from the girls house. I got it for Resa.
After giving the girl to Mortola I went and found Resa. I try to give her the necklace and show her I cared. But all she does is throw it away and write down on her sheet of paper and gives it to me. I sigh in frustration, not being able to read what it says and I go over to a maid and push the paper into her hands, "What does it say?," I snap at her.
I can tell she's frightened as her hands shake and I chuckle to myself. She says quietly, "It says 'I'd never accept gifts from you. You're a heartless monster.' ".
I am not a heartless monster.
After what seemed like forever I stop outside my favourite pub. I walk in only to be welcomed by an angelic voice. I look around and see the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, on the stage singing and playing guitar. She's far more beautiful than Roxanne, which I never thought possible. I move closer to get a better look at her. I take a seat in front of the stage. I just sit there gazing at her. She looked to be shorter than me with beautiful bright blue eyes, like the sky. Her hair is chocolate brown. I notice that when the light bounces off it, it shows her natural fire red highlights. And I could just make out the freckles she has on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. They were very noticeable against her pale skin. She not from Italy, that's clear and she somehow knows Italian. Strange.
"Hey, Basta!" My thoughts were interrupted by the bartender, Pete. "You want something to drink?"
I get up and walk over to the bar. As I sit down on a stool Pete teases me, "Or are you just gonna make googly eyes at Willow?" I feel my face go red.
"Shut up Pete" I growl. But all I can think is , Willow…such a pretty name.
Pete just laughs. "Oh come on, it's obvious you like her." I gaze at her once again. She finished her song and is now drinking water. "Say, if you want I could set you two up?"
Before I can answer she looks over at me and I look in her eyes. I know one thing for certain. I don't like her. I love her.
Willow's POV
Who is that?, I think as I look at him. Why is he looking at me like that? I look him up and down. He extremely handsome. He's tall, or at least taller than me, which wouldn't be hard. And he has beautiful dark brown eyes and raven black hair.
He looks at me and I look back. After a while I look away. My face goes red. I want to talk to him but how?
"Hey Willow! Come here for a minute will you? I'd like you to meet someone!" Pete calls to me.
I can't believe my luck. I look up and see the man looking embarrassed. I make my way over shyly. "Yeah ?" I stand there awkwardly.
Pete comes around the counter and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "This here is Basta. He's a good friends of mine", he then whispers in my ear, "He took quite a fancying to you"
I can't help but giggle and I think ,Basta? What an unusual name…but it suits him. I raise my hand so he can shake it, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Willow." I smile.
He smiles back. It's a gorgeous smile . I expected him to shake my hand but instead he takes it, turns it over and brings it to his lips were he kisses my knuckles softly. My breath catches. "It's a pleasure to meet you Willow. Can I buy you a drink?"
I find my voice, "yes please." He nods and speaks to Pete for a moment, who then goes off to get our drinks with a sly smile on his face. I then notice what Basta's wearing, a black jacket like some of the other men around town. The only difference is Basta has a white shirt on underneath were as the other men have black. "Are you part of that club the other men are in?"
Basta looks at me confused, "Excuse me?" I sit down in the stool next to his.
"You're wearing the same jacket as a lot of the men here wear. Is that some club you all go to or something?"
Basta nods. "Oh yes! It's a….talking club." He cringes. He also seems quite nervous.
I raise my eyebrow and giggle, "A talking club?"
He laughs and nods again, "Yes. We talk. You know about things we would like to do…or have done. Things like that."
"Oh I get it. It seems interesting."
"Yes it is." Pete then arrives with our drinks. We say our thanks. "So Willow, where exactly are you from? I can hear an accent in your voice and you don't seem to be from here."
I nod, "Yes I moved here from England a few years ago. I was learning Italian in school and when I left college I decided to move here to improve my Italian."
Basta nods looking hugely interested, "Well it worked, your Italian is perfect." I smile. Making him smile back.
"Thank you. So what do you work as?" I try to start a conversation.
Basta's POV
"Oh shit…" I think.
AN. So there we go, it's finally back up on Fanfic! And it's longer! WOOOOO! Haha. I hope you like it. Please R&R. until next time. :)
