AN- WELL I almost wasn't gonna do this...but I broke and did it! ^_^ I hope you enjoy... O_o
~UxieSweetie
Prologue
Raven Macbeth is a twenty-two year old café employee who's just trying to find her way in the world…but it seems to not be working. Work has interrupted her school and now trying to pay back student loans that she never had the opportunity to use and with the stress of not only having to work approximately forty hours a week, those forty hours are mostly spent in the presence of sex mongers and stuck-ups. She lives in a world where she does not belong, and she meets someone who also does not belong. But he does not belong anywhere, not even in her arms. But she insists that he does.
Let's rewind some 8 months to where it first started.
Chapter One
It was a day as normal as ever. Raven Macbeth did always the same thing every day (excluding weekends). She'd wake up and shower, go to work and serve coffee to the assholes that made their daily rounds for seven hours, and then go home and sleep for the rest of the day. Starcents Coffee offered nothing but irritation this particular day, minus her usual customer who always ordered a chai tea latte with an extra shot of chai. She set it down on his table. "There you go." She smiled. "Enjoy."
"Thank you." He looked up and smiled at her. She nodded and left the table, leaving him with his cup. Returning behind the bar, she slicked back her dark hair into a ponytail, washed her hands, and proceeded to make the beverages in the waiting line.
"Hey Sweet Cheeks!" one of the other customers called cockily. She looked up, seeing some douche bag with his buddies at the bar. "What's shakin'?" She shook her head and continued her work. "C'mon, honey! Why you not talking to us today?"
"Because, "she said plainly, "you say the same thing every day."
"Aww, but this is different. This time, I got an offer you can NOT refuse! I'll pay ya double for oral than what Mikey here would pay for a hand job!" Raven glared.
"Please don't make me report you again."
The first man reached across the bar and gripped her hand. "C'mon, Babe. I'll make it worth your while." She pulled away, disgusted by this action.
"Go fuck yourselves!"
"Why? You can do it for us!"
"Excuse me!" The customer with the chai came up behind the men. "I do believe she said 'no,' am I correct?" The group of men glowered. "Well, am I?"
"Huh. Let's go. King Killjoy just walked in." They packed up their belongings and left the café. Raven sighed in relief.
"Thank you. They always do that." The man smiled. Raven caught herself blush just a little when he did. She adored his smile. She often wondered why he came here when everyone else was so arrogant and cocky. He definitely didn't belong; but then again, neither did she. They were two tuna in a sea of salmon, two dogs in a pound of cats, two worms in a rat cage.
He shifted his weight on his feet and dug through his pockets. "I hate guys who do that. Complete epitomes of disgust. Well," he placed the money in her hand, "here you go. I'll see you later." Chills ran up her spine. His hands were so cold, but so soft…she just wanted to touch them…just a little longer. But it was short lived as he pulled away and headed out the door.
Evening came faster than Raven had expected. She locked up the café and walked down the dark sidewalks of the town with her hair let down to her shoulders. Sighing, she took out her cell phone and typed a number on the screen, 9-1-1, and put it in her jacket picket. She was always paranoid when walking at night alone and keeping the emergency line handy made her feel more relazed.
"Psst!" She heard. "Psst, hey, Sweet Cheeks!" Looking around, she saw no one. Well, there was a cat, but it didn't count. Her heart pounded in her chest and she held the phone tightly in her hand. "Sweet Heart, don't be afraid." Jolting around, she saw the guys from the café hear an alley. "We won't hurt you; we just wanna get what we didn't earlier." The first one, the one who gripped her arm, smiled evilly. She backed up, but stopped when she ran into something. Raven whipped around and saw a gun.
Though it was not aimed at her, she still panicked and fell to her knees and feared for her life. "Wanna bet?" The gun wielder growled angrily. Raven scrambled behind him, away from the group of men she'd first come into contact with. Four loud pops and the street went silent. Not even the crickets chirped in the bushes. The gun holder put his weapon away and sighed. "Oh, the world would be so much nicer if people only used guns on themselves, although spraying the vile of the world with lead is almost as nice." He turned to look at Raven, still trembling in fear. "Hey. I think you'd better get home. Insanities crawl around at times like this." Raven peered into his eyes. His eyes were so familiar, as was his smile; the same nonchalant smile she saw earlier that day when cold hands touched hers.
It was him. He had saved her. He, with sickly beige skin; he, with an icy cold touch; he, with a soul-shattering gaze. She could feel herself redden, and was thankful that it was dark outside.
"Insanities like me." He finished coolly. Raven gulped.
"T-thank you for helping me." She said quietly, standing up to his level, though he was quite a bit taller than she. She took a step closer to at least attempt to hug him foer his noble duties, but he stepped away in synch with her. "I guess I'll s-see you later, eh?" He nodded. She smiled and turned towards her home. She wasn't sure if she heard him correctly, but she heard him say, "I think your blood will make a fine fresh coat anyways."
AN- Well...what didja think? It's not exactly what I would say "Award Winning"...BUT I don't think it's AWEFUL...what do YOU think, Uxie wonders...
~UxieS.
