Well hello! It's been a long time since I've found myself on this website actually wanting to write! The story behind this little snippet I've written comes about in the form of a dream, a reoccurring one actually. It was this sin city esque type of world where the bad stuff was considered normal and I couldn't help but not imagine a re-imagined Ana and Christian to be apart of this. So here I am with an hour to go before I start work typing this up and throwing it out there.
If anyone is reading this then please tell me what you think, please note I am a little rusty from not writing in well over a year! More will be uploaded shortly.
Intoduction ~
I come here most nights, this club is like my second home. It's full of interesting people from different walks of life.. The employees are skinny blonde bitches full of attitude towards brunette girls like me but I love, the thrill it gives me to put each and every one of them in their place repeatedly oh how they never learn when to shut their mouths.
This club is underground, introduced to me by a fellow colleague who had been coming here for years, but he is long gone now his life packed up and moved to the other end of the country, or so we all think. No one has heard from him in three years, for all we know he could be washed up on a beach somewhere like most of the victims of this club are and if he was, he would be ignored, by the authorities and the rest of the world that know not to question this underground place.
The music pumps and the drinks flow, but there is a dark eery feel about it that makes me want more of this life, there are no rules here the males and females often fuck together right out in the open though it is preferred to be kept in the bathrooms. Fights break out, police never come... People have died here. But I still come back, without even thinking about it twice I can't stay away, I've tried but the feeling it gives is like ecstasy, it's euphoric I don't ever want to be away from this place, ever.
You must be thinking why, why do I come back if people die here, the staff are absolute cunts, everyone fucks everyone wherever the fuck they like. Well, there's one reason and it's to find the monster.. The monster I so fell in love with three years ago, he is someone I just know I want to spend the rest of my life with. He is a drug to me, but I never caught his real name. In this place we all come to know him as "Monster", I never got to find out why. I had only ever seen him a handful of times before we had our first and only encounter. I still think about that night over and over, the way he was looking at me with those intense grey eyes gave me this feeling that I had never felt before, they weren't just 'fuck me' eyes they were 'let's have some fun' eyes. I liked those eyes.
It's not just Monster I am here for, however. I have friends too, one to be precise. "Cut throat" Kate had turned into my best friend, we understood this life we led together so much so that we ended up living together. It worked out well for us, we never question each others actions even though I knew exactly what she gets up to. She wasn't "Cut throat" for no reason.. I'm kidding, she just has a mouth on her that seems to make people cry. She's very straight forward and honest, and I love that about her. She's extremely beautiful, and confident. She has long flowing strawberry blonde hair that sits at her waist, though she is forever telling me she wants to cut it all off I manage to convince her every time to just enjoy it for a little longer.
Me? I wouldn't know how to describe myself if I'm honest but people tell me I'm curvy in the right places, my blue eyes are striking and my hair is to die for. Really? My dull brunette hair that comes to my boobs, I don't think so. People call me "English Rose" turns out when I'm angry my accent turns into this very thick English accent that I just can't get rid of, I blame that on my secret love for trashy reality shows from across the pond. I just can't help but imitate them. My real name is Anastasia Rose, but most of my work colleagues just call me Ana. The poor fuckers have no idea what kind of life I live, sometimes I think about it and just laugh to myself.
I've had a lot of my fights in my time, I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty when it comes to fighting. I'm not someone to be messed with, I may be sweet and nice when you first meet me but I ask you to not get onto my bad side because then you're in for a rude awakening to what I'm really like. I am short tempered, irrational and quick to throw the first punch. I rarely use my words to bring myself out of situations but when I do it's quick, witty and sharp. Hell, they should have started calling me sharp tongue. HA.
