Aint No Rest for the Wicked
Fang trudged down the busy New York street, hands in his pockets. He hit a street corner and was about to cross when he felt a hand on his arm. Turning with a frown, he saw a girl standing really close to him. She had long, bright red hair and brilliant green eyes. Besides that, she was also scantily clad. Fang kept eye contact. "I haven't seen a guy look so alone in a while." She said, trying to sound seductive. "Hows about a little company… for a price?" She was trying to look confident and seductive, but Fang could see the self-hate and shame in her eyes. He shook his head and asked, "Why do you do this to yourself?"
To his surprise, she glared at him. "I've got bills to pay." She snapped. "What, do you think money grows on trees?" He shook his head and pulled away from her to continue on his walk home. What she said had him thinking. What was that life like, not having enough money to live and being desperate enough to try almost anything? He'd never been in that situation, so it was hard for him to understand.
A couple of blocks later, he was stopped again by a tall man pulling him into an alley way. He was thin and pale, with strawberry blonde hair and really light blue eyes. Another important detail: he had a gun to Fangs head. "I want your money, not your life." He hissed. "But if you try anything I won't hesitate." "You can have all my cash." Fang said calmly. "The credit cards are maxed out, you won't get anything out of them. Just answer one question." The man nodded stiffly. "Why do you live this kind of life?" The man's eyes narrowed into daggers. "Money don't grow on trees." He snapped. "And I've got mouths to feed." Fang nodded, satisfied, and handed over all the cash he had on him, which amounted to about 80 bucks. The guy was gone in 2 seconds flat.
Fang thought over this as he continued his trek. It seemed like most people who lived that way didn't ask for it, they didn't do it for the thrill and they weren't naturally evil, the way a lot of people seemed to think. They just did what they had to do to survive. He was almost home when he was stopped a third time, by a girl. She didn't try to seduce him, no, she dug a blade into his side. "I don't have any money on me." He told her, looking into her brown eyes. "Liar." She snarled. "Nope. I just gave all of it to another thief." She looked at him, judging the truth of his words, and swore.
Her blonde hair swished as she spun around to run, but Fang called, "Wait!" Slowly, she turned back to face him. "What?" "Why do you live this way?" The girls fists clenched. "There aint no rest for the wicked." She said with a smirk before running off.
(A/N Yeah. This one is short, and its also a song fic. The songs name is the title. Look it up and leave a review.
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