The Sean Bateman Trials - by Kaz.
PROLOGUE
Main
Characters: Sally, Sean Bateman, Hyper.
Disclaimer:
Sally, Bateman, Hyper, Adam, Coleman, Pearce, Melissa and Griggs remain
copyright to LWT, the Oliver Twist
remains
where it is and other characters including Debbie, Jane and Tom, belong
to me cos I made em up.
Please
Note: Parts of this story contain graphic violence and strong language.
Sean Bateman was grinning from ear to ear as he was in the company of two beautiful women in a fairly busy wine bar. He had told them there was a private function on in the Oliver Twist. It was the truth, so that was one thing he had not lied about. In fact, it was probably the only thing.
They were messing around, maybe being a little flirty. But they were mates, they could do that. They both knew it meant nothing. Or she thought they did. Melissa seemed to think they were being serious. She felt she was in the way, three's a crowd and all that.
She felt they needed to be in private if they were about to hit it off. It was the signals she was receiving, especially from him. He really gave her the feeling that she was in the way. She wondered if she should leave them to it. A phone call made the decision for her.
Melissa made her excuses and left the wine bar. Sally and Sean stayed at the table together.
As soon as Melissa left, Sean seemed to relax more. He offered Sally another drink. She accepted, enjoying his company at that moment. A couple of drinks later, he suggested they should go to a club. She refused and tried claiming she could do with an early night. He tried to persuade her.
He had decided to go clubbing on his own. Or so she assumed as she left the wine bar and made her way back to the flat she shared with her best mate Rob.
Rob was not in when she got back. She knew what he was like, and guessed that he was either in a bar somewhere or sleeping off his night on someone's sofa. She was about to get ready for bed, as there was a knock on the door.
"Sean," she was surprised to see him there.
He grinned. "You dropped this," he waved a twenty pound note at her.
"I don't think so," she was certain that she had not lost any money that evening.
"Well it was by your chair," Sean replied.
"Oh, well it's not mine."
"Oh," he paused on her doorstep. "Do you think you could offer me a coffee?" he asked, still grinning.
"It's late," she tried.
He looked a little lost stood out on the corridor, as he tried to convince her that he was in desperate need of a caffeine shot. She took the chain off the door and let him in.
In the kitchen, she started to make him a coffee. She failed to notice him creep up behind her.
"Sean…"
He took hold of her wrists, knocking the
milk box out of her hand. It smashed on to the floor, spilling its white
liquid contents everywhere. He had taken her by surprise as he grabbed
her and shoved his tongue down her throat. She was knocked off balance
as she tried and failed to resist his advances.
London's Burning - The Sean Bateman Trials © Karen Moody 07/09/2001
