So I'm taking a break from my other story because I'm in such a writer's block with it.
Ok, this story is revolving around Beowulf's son, you know the dragon dude who had his heart ripped out at the end of the movie. Now this story is a what if kind of thing, at the end of the movie the guys all dead and blah, but when he's carried off by the sea, possibly he wasn't dead; maybe his mother dragged him away and saved his life somehow. So bleh. Anyway this is many, many, many, many years later in 2010 when an unfortunate girl falls into a crazy situation with these two creatures of the underworld, and ends up developing a relationship with the dragon guy. I'm pretty excited about this because I get to name Grendel's mother and the dragon guy and develop the characters a lot more!
"Amelia answer the phone, Amelia I can hear you rolling your eyes at me, get the god damn phone!" A man with a heavy French accent snarls through the woman's ear piece. She glares forward were an unfortunate customer shifts to and fro from the threatening glare phasing through him. She sighs and asks another employee to take her position at the front counter while she answers the phone; its annoying jingle tune makes her left eye twitch.
"Antoine French pizza palace, if you love the pizza you better tell us." The phrase slipped out her lips in a monotone voice, she listened to the consistent babble of the customer and the relentless question about extra cheese. "No sir, there is no blue cheese mixed with the cheddar. Yes sir, I'm sure no one will put it in because you are picky. Sir, I never said you were picky I was only agreeing with- A dial tone interrupts her conversation. "Crap."
"Amelia, did you just insult a customer?!" Amelia groaned and moved her microphone closer to her mouth.
"It is not my fault, are we not supposed to follow a certain rule that states that the customer is always right. So, really, when you think about it, I was just doing my job." She listened for her bosses angry squealing, but hears an annoyed grumble.
"Fine, I don't care, just try to sound happier and agree with customers on more positive aspects." The ear piece cuts out; the boss must have started talking to the other employee, Carman, who jumps slightly at her boss's voice. Amelia went back to the kitchen and watches pizzas slip in and out of the many ovens; she curls a piece of brown hair between her fingers and frowns.
"Taking a break are we?" asked a male voice.
Amelia's frowned deepened at her boss's voice; the French accent was more acute without the annoying buzz of static. She turned and stared at his blue eyes, despite his good looks she felt he was ugly through the core and it was only a matter of time when the spray tanned body showed it. "No, I was-
"Ah, so you are not busy, good, good, then you can run this delivery out for me." He hands Amelia a piece of paper, which she only stares at.
"What about David? I'm not some delivery boy."
"Of course not, you'll be a delivery girl, besides David has his hands full. Now this is a big delivery, this customer is far away; they live in one of those rich stiff estates, so suck up and get a damn good tip." He grabs Amelia's hand and forces the paper in it. "Don't screw this up; you are already on thin ice."
Amelia grabs her coat and scarf, she walks towards the door and peaks out, freshly fallen snowflakes land on her nose making her scrunch it childishly. She begins to step out when a hat is placed on her head, and a couple chuckles cause her to turn. The other employees of Antoine's cover their mouths, her boss smirks, and she reaches up and grabs the hat. It clearly stated: ANTOINE'S. Amelia grumbles and walks out into the snow. Marked as her bosses bitch and frost bitten, she drags her feet towards her small tracker, huddled in the parking lots far corner.
Driving through the busy streets of West Vancouver, Amelia turns at a long stretch of road leading into thick dense rain forest. The farther she drives the taller the trees become, the road wasn't covered in concrete, the snow and dirt makes the small car swerve to and fro. The snow fall decreased slightly, Amelia could see a road to her far left, she took a slight glimpse at the directions she was given and turns onto a paved road. The car slowly creeps up a minor slope, ahead a magnificent gate stands erect, designs in what seems to be gold, practically glow through the wall of white. Amelia raises her eye brow and clicks her tongue against her teeth while mumbling "Whoa."
Amelia reaches the gate; she rolls down her window and pokes her head out. On a stone wall connected to the gate is a little metal box with a key pad and speaker. Above, a camera turns slightly, the lens squeaks as it tries to focus on her face. Amelia waves and awkwardly shifts in her car seat. "Um, hello there, I'm here to deliver the pizza you ordered from Antoine's French Pizza, could you let me in." The camera seems to continue to stare at her for what seemed to be forever, finally the gate opens. Amelia drives through the open gate and into a white garden, she steers the car around a small island in the middle of the large drive way. The tracker screeches to a halt, the young woman opens her car door and stares in awe at the magnificent structure before her. The house stood tall, its enormous shadow makes Amelia feel small and powerless. She shuffles to the right of the tracker and picks up the bag keeping the pizza warm; she closes the door and walks up the houses stone steps. A pair of large red doors stands as the houses entrance, an exact replica of the small metal box with the speaker sits at eyelevel on the doors right side.
"How did you get on my property?"
Amelia jumped at the speaker's sudden voice, but moves a little closer "You let me in, or maybe someone else did… anyway, that someone in this house ordered a pizza, I'm here to deliver it." The speaker was silent for a while.
"No one ordered anything." Amelia recognized the voice as a man, there was a small hint of a European accent, not to mention every word he spoke seemed to be dipped in a condescending tone.
"Look, I have a pizza that is to be delivered to this address so either you take the pizza and pay for it or…" Amelia stood holding her pizza looking like an idiot trying to contemplate what to do for a threat; her thought process is brought to a halt when the man spoke again.
"If you are just going to bitch and cuss on my door step, I'll pay you just to leave." The man clearly showed his agitation, a there is a short buzz noise then the clicking of the door unlocking.
She grabs the door, struggling to open it Amelia peeks in. Stale air wafts out past her, the mansion hasn't had fresh air blow though it in many a year. She frowns slightly unsure about entering the gorgeous house when a man's pale white hand grabs her arm and drags her in. Amelia freezes as she's dragged; the sound of the large door slamming glues her to the floor. The man's heavy footsteps travel towards another part of the room, the sound of a drawer opening and closing echoes through the long hallway Amelia stands in front of. The furniture was dull and grey, nothing like the outside, the color seemed to be zapped right out of everything. Amelia finally decided to turn around, but, was shocked by what she saw, a extremely pale man stood in front of her, he was tall and well built, his cheek bones high, a prominent nose, and no hair what so ever. He had a deep frown chiseled on his face, and his sun glasses hid his eyes, which was strange since it was a winter night.
"I don't see why you had to bring that with you" He points a pale finger at the pizza in Amelia's hands, and walks toward her playing with the cash between his thumb and index finger. She feels uneasy at his steady predatory steps, he stops. His height made him look a little threatening; his frown melts into an even line. He hands the money to her; Amelia looks at his face for a moment then at his hand and grabs the money when she notices a smudge of gold on his wrist. She tips her head to the side and blinks a couple of times; the man looks down as well.
"What is that?" Amelia's first thought was paint, she touched his hand lightly which he snatched away as if she burned him. Startled the young woman steps back and looks at his face, Amelia felt a scream begin to rise up her throat, she opens her mouth slightly but air only came out. The man's sun glasses slid down slightly revealing unnaturally gold eyes, his lips drawback to show sharp teeth.
"Don't touch me!" His voice deepened to an animalistic growl; as soon as his anger flared it disappeared and turns into worry. The sudden outburst that this creature did already made its damage.
Amelia darts toward the front door, her heart's beat hum blocks all noise from her ears except the panic gasps escaping her mouth. The man's large hand covers her mouth; his arm wraps around her waist and pulls her against his warm body. She twists and struggles, but the grip only tightens making her whimper in pain, his lips press against her ear, growling hungrily. The Sharp teeth she saw in his mouth only moments ago, rake across her neck.
"You should have left when I told you, but, I guess it is a waste to let such tender meat walk right out the door."
And there it is the first chapter; I'll be quite surprised that people actually read this XD. Please review!