This Love

Alright my first blood ties fic…I'm a little scared. But I hope it turns out ok. Has anyone read the book series too? its so amazing!!

I want to say here that this will not be a typical oc/henry love story AT ALL. So brace yourselves.

Disclaimer: I do not own Blood Ties and the song is by Sarah Brightman

This love

This love is a strange love

A faded kind of day love

This love

This love

I think I'm gonna fall again

And even when you held my hand

It didn't mean a thing

This love

This love

Never has to say love

Doesn't know it is love

This love

This love

Doesn't have to say love

Doesn't need to be love

Doesn't mean a thing

This love

This love, oh-oh-oh ...

This strange love (strange love)

This love, ... (lines are repeated several times)

This love

Prologue

It was unsurprisingly cold, maybe because it was raining and I was outside. It wasn't surprising, it had rained every day this week and I wasn't expecting any luck at the last minute to maybe help me out with a dry night.

I closed my eyes, taking another drag from my cigarette, and felt the weightless rain drops fall on my head and face, along with whatever skin was showing. It made me chill, and wish that I was inside a Timmies somewhere, sipping a mocha and looking out the window with a new book to occupy me. Hell, it's my fantasy I'll even throw in a cruller.

A rather large raindrop slopped on my head. Fuck. Its not that I minded the rain so much, more the fact that I would probably be sleeping in it. Or I could just not sleep again. Maybe I should see how many nights I could do that and not collapse.

I wasn't feeling so hot already, it could be the lack of actual food, the overabundance of my cigarette habit, the lack of sleep, and the general lack of home that contributed to my weak health. I was running mainly on smokes and nerves.

I checked out the street, as usual for this time of night it was grey, dark, and wet with a handful of people. I watched a streetlamp flicker feebly and grinned. Like anyone would be coming to fix it. Just a few more shadows to hide in the neighbourhood.

The flame from my butt burned my fingers and I dropped it in surprise. it was immediately soaked, but it was finished anyway so I wouldn't mourn its loss. I still had another few…cartons…in the beat up duffel bag I always carried around with me. It was roomier than a backpack and I could lose it easy in a fight instead of fumbling around with straps.

Fuck I was really getting soaked. I couldn't even feel my nose anymore, and was feeling my hands start to go numb. I stood up, wincing at the uncomfortable pain of standing up on legs that had gone to sleep. I shook them out a bit.

What a loser. Sitting outside in the pouring rain, my smoke in a puddle on the ground, and clearly looking like I had no better place to go.

I briefly looked over the few people on the street. A pair of hookers, both in tiny skirts and wearing enough make-up to shock a clown, stood on the corner, smoking. I knew the younger girl in red, she was even younger than I was. On more than one occasion out of sheer desperation I had joined them and felt sick and used after.

A couple people walked down the street, quickly and purposefully, not wanting to linger. They mainly went to the piece of shit apartments nearby, some went into the little shops around here. The only place I really liked on this street was the dimly lit café a little way down. The coffee was bitter and sometimes scraped up from the bottom of the pot, and the mochas were enough to make you gag; but they were cheap and the older waitress there didn't mind if I stuck around all night as long as I bought something.

There was a small group of teens trying to hide in between the shadows os buildings. Tiny lights glowed through the dark, a mixed smell of sweet pot smoke and cigarette smoke reached my nostrils. What the hell, I walked over.

I probably don't look my best either. Scratch that, I definitely didn't. But my low-rise, of course shoplifted ripped jeans slid low on my hips, a size too big and showed my tiny waist and tattoos. I had on a big, bulky black jacket and a tiny black tank top underneath, cropped enough to show off my dangling gold bellybutton ring. The low cut of the shirt revealed my breasts, the pool of water slid between them making them appear larger. And even if my hair wasn't washed, with how soaked it was and the way it clung to my shoulders and cheeks curling damply, no one would be able to tell.

I paused when I reached them, and checked them out, seeing them check me out in return. Three boys, one girl. The boys were all relatively tall, with big jackets and jeans that looked stained with grass, oil, and dirt. They were heavy metal band tees that looked worn and faded in places.

The girl was quite pretty. She wore big, monstrous combat boots that overpowered her tiny physique. Ripped fishnets hung limply, her black skirt too short and her unbuttoned coat too long. Her hair hung in limp curls, and she looked about as tired as I was. But her face was pretty, despite the deep circles under her bright, heavily lined, eyes; her lips were full and her cheekbones elegantly pronouced.
Evidentally I passed their little test and they gave me a nod. I pulled a five from my pocket. "Mind if I have some?" I asked.

The blond who looked like the leader nodded at the girl who took it, smiling, and passed me a fattie to split with her.

"I'm Gina," she said. "This is Rick, Lucas, and Mike."

"Micheal?" I asked. "Like the angel?"

"Yeah," said blondie. "I'm not an angel thought," he laughed.

I smiled back at him. "I can believe that." We hung out for a while, smoking weed and cigarettes, until Gabe got bored and said he wanted to head to some club. By then I'd gathered that Gina was his girlfriend, and the other boys had said they wanted to head home to watch some movies while they were still tripping out.

"What club?" I asked.

"Las Noches," he answered. "Goth club, if you don't mind. Probably fit right in."

"Can you get me in?" I asked, and Gina laughed.

"'Course he can. We go all the time!" she snuggled closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips and then turned to me.

"You want to come?" he asked.

Hmm…party all night with some new friends with money for smokes, booze, and pot; or ditch and spend the night wandering in the rain and looking for an overhang somewhere to sleep under before any crackheads could get to it. Tough choice.

"I'm coming," I said.

Which turned out to be the best decision I'd ever made. Because there, I met Henry.

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Ps: anyone ever been homeless?? Im surprised I havent been when lots of my friends have at one point or another. Came pretty damn close a few times lol.