A/N: Was so excited to see the feedback and the positive feedback on my last chapter. I hope that you guys keep the fire going for this next one and all the others to come. Check out the link on my profile for my Polyvore sets so you can get to see the awesome outfits Of Hel and Rena. Including the ones from the club. and ill try to come up with something (new sets) as the occasion calls for it. So Please enjoy, fave and follow.
Chapter 2: Something Unexpected
Making a stop at Rena's apartment so she could grab her stuff. She was going to get ready at Hel's so she could help. Hel slipped into a sleek and flowing black dress. Rena picked out a studded skirt and a black lace bustier. When it came to shoes, she settled into a pair of studded black heels. Venturing into the dark depths of the other girls closet, Rena walked out with a pair of black wedges and playfully dangled them in front of Hel.
"These would go perfectly with that dress."
"You sure?"
"Positive."
"Well they do make my ass look amazing."
"The wonders of great shoes, now lets get started on your make-up so when can get going."
Finishing up with a few accessories, they headed toward the pit. As usual the Pit was loud and busy. Tonight was only a sample of the blow out parties to come. Heading towards the bar, they stood out. Squeezing in the crowd surrounding the bar, they managed to get served before to long. A couple of guys came bought them a few drinks and retreated back to where ever when it got them no where. Before long the buzz was taking over. Spotting Peter, Felix, and Mason as the trio made their way around the bar to the girls.
Rena took to talking to Mason. He was tall and muscular. He was handsome and seemed very sweet. Even for someone in Dauntless. They flirted shamelessly before wandering off to go dance.
"Wow Hel, you look hot." Peter said leaning against a clear spot on the bar.
"Thanks, I guess. Whats up with this after party tonight?"
"Its still happening. You two coming?"
"I am, whats up with those two?" She said pointing in the direction her friend.
"I've been trying to get him to ask her out for awhile."
"Looks like thats going well."
"So, what happened earlier?"
"Nothing, I wish people would quit asking."
"It didn't look like nothing, I heard Eric was weird after that." Peter gave her a raised brow as he took a sip of his beer.
"What do you mean by weird?"
"I'm not sure I wasn't at the last transfer training."
"I mean its Eric."
"Yeah I know. Don't forget he was the one referred to as the babysitter that spends his time sharpening knives back when we we're initiates."
"I seriously doubt he actually does that."
Ordering another set of shots, slamming back the first one like it was nothing. Spinning the shot glass lightly between her fingers. Looking out at her friend who seemed to be having a blast. Not leaning on a bar talking about work or Eric. Out the corner of her eye she thought she seen him stalk towards the other end of the bar. Only glimpsing a man in a hoody. When she blinked he was no where in sight. She shrugged it off to the booze. Gently shaking her head at herself. Part of her wanted him there, the part that let her lose control. She finished slamming back another shot. The bright green liquid smelled of licorice. Wincing slightly as its burn faded.
Felix was attempting to flirt with the bartender for free drinks, and he wasn't taking the hint. He was being cut off and didn't want to leave just yet. The bartender told Peter he needed to take his friend home. If he stayed she was going to have him kicked out.
"I think I should take him home, see you later at the party?"
"Yeah see you there."
Heading to the dance floor, waving after Peter as he helped the swaying Felix toward an exit disappeared among the sea of people. She lost herself to the music. Before long Rena and Mason had come to join her. Mason kept friendly conversation but most of his focus was on the blonde with purple hair. Between the bobbing heads and flashing light, she could have swore she seen the him again. Whispering into Mason's ear before pulling away, Rena hooked her arm around Hel's and led her to the bathrooms. Once inside they took to touching up their make-up. Rena was the first to speak once the coast was clear.
"So I think I have a date to this party tonight."
"I think your right."
"Are you going stag tonight?" Nudging the blue hair brunette playfully with her elbow.
Hel gave her a playful pout as she fluffed the curls in her hair back to perfection.
"You know me, I don't do third wheel."
"I do and I know there is no way in to talking you into coming with us."
"Nope, plus I'm here to have fun."
"Are you still going at all?"
"I told Peter I was and I promised you."
"Are you hoping that this mystery guy you've been dreaming about shows up?"
"How do you...Ya know what I gotta stop drinking so much when its just the two of us." Smiling slightly as she shock her head.
"Hey I would never tell."
"I don't want to even think about it tonight. Now lets get back out there and get a few more shots..." Pausing to recheck her hair one last time.
"Hell yes."
Rena was a bad ass in her own right. Sweet and innocent looking on the outside, but mess with her and she'd be the first to swing. The shared playful smiles as they headed back out. After a few shots of different colored liquor , Rena let Mason lead her back to the dance floor. Hel danced with a couple of guys. They had nothing to bring to the table to keep her interest for long. In no time a tall guy seemed to be doing just fine. It was as he danced for her attention. He wasn't some Erudite transfer that knew her once upon a time. She had seen him around a few times, but they had never spoke. She twisted her hips, letting the music move her. Smirking into the darkness at a hooded figure who seemed deterred in see her with another guy. Briefly watching him storm off into the sea of the crowd. Turning only to give attention to this new guy.
He slid his hands down her sides, skimming his fingers over the tattoo on her back. The music picked up beat, and so did he. Gripping her hips hard, and started grinding hard against her ass. She tried to ignore it but this guy wasn't making it easy. Moving his hands from her hips, she tried to face him, and continued dancing. That seemed to calm down the Casanova a bit, but sadly not for long. He was more then a little aggressive for Hel's tastes at this point. A little aggression was good thing but this dude was pushing it. Pulling her closer, snaking his hand back behind her before gripping her ass, before grinding against her again. Pushing against his shoulders in attempt to gain some inches of space between them. She was feeling suffocated. She had chosen Dauntless to be brave, to not be that scared little girl again. Finally he leaned his head back and tried to kiss her. Gripping her face in his hand. Her heart racing, shifting just enough to bit his hand. The mix of loud music, booze and darkness didn't do her any favors. To someone on the outside they probably thought they were drunk and horny.
"Prude bitch! What the hell is your problem?"
"Your my problem." Gritting her teeth.
"Oh baby I know what you need." He yanked her hair and pulled her against him. This time trying to run his hands up her inner thighs.
"Get the fuck off me and go fuck yourself."
His lips nibbled roughly on her ear as she wiggled in his arms. "No, we're going to have fun tonight. I plan to make you scream my name over and over again."
"Leave me alone."
"I don't think so."
She tried to free herself, but he was twice her size and twice as strong. The very feel of his breathe on her ear and on her skin, the very feeling of him touching her was making her feel sick. She was starting to miss the feel of Eric's touch. Even if he was an asshole. He backhanded her, even slightly dazed, kicked him hard in the groin. He suddenly went ridged and fell face first onto the stone floor. Groaning in silence, the music drowning out his cries.
"You fucking bitch."
"Asshole." Kicking him this time in the face as he sat up, probably breaking his nose. Hel didn't care as long as he didn't get blood on her favorite heels. A warm trickle on her chin made her realize he had managed to split her lip slightly. Her adrenaline was so high she didn't even notice the cooper taste in her mouth. Spitting blood at him as she strolled past him.
Without another word to anyone, not even caring to see who the hooded figure watching her was or where they were. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, pushing the exit doors open, and made her way to medical. She took the hall past the offices, pausing in front of Eric's office. She could knock and feel slightly stupid that he didn't answer or keep on walking and feel equally as stupid. She could go clean up at medical before hand, mentally cursing herself she headed to her office instead. Locking herself inside, she was pretty sure no one but whom ever just happened to be watching in the control room.
With a bottle of water from her mini fridge and a towel she managed to clean up the smeared blood from her face and upper neck. The cut had stopped bleeding and didn't look to bad in the small mirror she had stashed in her desk. Kicking her feet up on the desk, she grabbed her bottle of bourbon. The sting of it on her lip did little to snap her out of her thoughts. Just hours ago, she could have lost herself to him, in this very room. Cursing herself once again. She wanted him, but she didn't want to be his dirty secret. Taking a big swig of the bourbon, and tightening its cap, leaving her office for the second time today. Entering the hall she found it was still empty. Sighing, made her way back toward his office. This time she knocked. When she was greeted with silence she headed off to Peter's party. Rena would probably be wondering where she was and it was getting late.
The sound of laughing and music, echoed through the hall of Peter's floor. The sight of her lip raised a few brows but most knew better then to ask to many questions. Hel wasn't one to be messed with and if all she had was a tiny cut lip, no one wanted to know what the other person looked like. Making her way around the party she found Rena. Sitting contently on Mason's lap, with drink in hand. Grabbing her own drink in the kitchen. Peter handing over a bottle of vodka, before showing her both a jug of orange and cranberry. Opting for the cranberry, and started making her drink. She stayed quiet even when most of the attendees were in full party mode.
"Everything okay?" Peter whispered, while gesturing to her lip.
"I'm fine. It's fine." Barely looking up to face him.
"If you don't want to talk about it fine. Just tell me one thing."
"Whats that?"
"I don't care who, just how bad did they get their ass kicked?" The goofy smile on his face, didn't help. She laughed for the first time in hours and it felt good.
"Bad enough, he's probably crying in the medical ward as we speak."
"Damn Hel. If anyone asks I'll be your alibi."
"Yeah I doubt if anyone in the control room saw me bloody faced heading to my office."
"Holy shit was it that bad?"
"Calm yourself, I'm fine. Trust me you know I've been through worse then a tiny busted lip."
"Just promise me that if it starts to swell you'll have it looked at."
"Yep, big girl pants and all."
He shot her a serious look before they joined their friends in Peter's living room. On the coffee table sat a black bottle of Fire-Water. Hel soon realized they hadn't played Dauntless VS Candor. She sat next to Peter. To his left were Mason and Rena. Across from her on the other couch were Derek, Lucia, Bran and Zeke. A few others she didn't know stood in the gaps. Off to the side stood Dean. She rolled her eyes before focusing directly on the matte black bottle in front of her. The very sight of him irritated her.
To everyone else the history between Dean and Hel was vague. Rena knew some but never got the full gist of the situation. For Hel it was complicated. Three years ago they had been engaged. Nothing special was ever on her finger but she had thought she had loved him. She broke up with him after finding him in bed with one of the initiates that year. She wasn't mad at the girl though, Dean had told her that sleeping with him would boost her points. Needless to say her fuck with Dean didn't save her from becoming one of the Faction-less. Hel saw to it that the girl had a job, helping in the fields in Amity. It gave Hel more then enough reason to leave him. Despite his pleas for her to forgive him. He eventually got transferred to the wall, and Hel never had to see him. She might have seen him at a distance once of twice but never was he this close to her until now. Why was he even there?
Soon the bottle went around and so began the game. Peter got dared to kiss Hel. It was only a kiss between friends and they both knew it would never go beyond that. Plus it bothered her ex, with a smirk she kissed him before he could protest and they could move on. Rena was dared by one of the unfamiliar faces to give Mason a lap dance. She gladly accepted, and from the look on Mason's face he was pleasantly surprised. When it came to Hel's turn, she took a huge drink from the bottle. Feeling its chilled burn in full as she answered Dauntless.
"I dare you to flash a Dauntless leader."
"Well fuck. It can't be Four, Tris would kill me." Half whispering to Peter.
"He isn't the only dauntless leader, and we all know Eric isn't seeing anyone who'd flip their shit over it."
Downing another huge drink of the fire-water, she stood and headed to the door. Heading down the halls and floors, a small crowd of echos with shouts and bellowing of drunk members.
"Are you sure about this?" Her best-friend attempting to slow her down.
"Oh, I'm sure. I'm a big girl. I got this." She said, smiling.
Stopping in front of Eric's door, she took another drink from the black bottle. Quickly passing it to Rena as she and the rest of the group that followed kept a safe distance away. It wouldn't be a true dare without witnesses. Taking a deep breathe, she knocked. The shouts had simmered down, and just before she threw her hands up in mock disappointment. The faint sound of unmistakable footsteps could be heard. Biting her lip as she tried to figure out what to say when his door swung open. The smile she had tried to have on her face, fell. There he was wearing nothing but black pajama pants. The waist band sitting just low enough to make her almost forget why she was there.
Leaning on his elbow in the door frame. She drug her eyes up the length of his torso. The way his muscles flexed as he moved, when he breathed. He didn't look at all happy though, least not at first.
"This better be important."
Placing the most innocent of smiles on, and through clenched teeth. Managed to let him in somewhat on why she was there.
"Dauntless vs Candor?"
Before he could lay into her about waking him of all people up in the middle of the night, she slide her hands down to the hem of her dress. His eyes grew wide as she lifted it up just enough to flash him. The backless dress didn't need a bra. The glint of silver that was her nipple ring is what caught his eye first, second being the lace of hot pink panties. After a few seconds she let the hem fall from her fingers once again hiding her body.
"You must be drunk or at least insane. GO HOME!" He yelled at her. Loud enough to scare the group hiding just out of site down the hall.
He was justifiably angry, she couldn't blame him. But the way he looked at her didn't quite match his tone. It was like always, heavy handed, brutal even. His eyes just looked at her with disbelief and disappointment. Lowering her head in defeat as she took a step back. Straightening, grabbed the door, and just before slamming it shut. He lowered his voice so only she could hear.
"And don't think your off the hook." Smirking at her, then yawned and slammed the door. The sound made her jump.
Making her way to join the others, her eyes still focuses on the floor. They waited til she was close enough to start cheering and continued their former loudness.
"Holy shit, Hel!"
"You got balls, bitch!"
Rena wrapped one arm around her shoulder and passed the bottle back to her with the other. Hanging back a little as they shared a drink and continued back to Peter's apartment.
"No matter what happens, at least you went out with a bang."
"Right because that makes it so much better."
"Hey whats the supposed to mean? Did he say anything?"
"He told me to go home. But that's not whats bothering me."
"Tell me then, does it have to do with what happened to your lip?"
"Its nothing, and I took care of that."
"Are you sure? Yeah I think I'm just going to call it a night. Call me tomorrow?"
"I'll walk you back."
"I'm fine, don't miss out on Mason on my account. I'll see you later."
"What about Peter?"
"What about him? I won't be missed, just tell him I went home."
She knew she couldn't argue, Hel was tipsy but she wasn't shit faced, girl could hold her liquor. Be shit-faced and still take anyone on in a fight. So she was still reluctant in letting her go alone. Hel was at least three floors above her floor, and not knowing anything about what happened at the Pit, made her worry a little bit.
"Text me so I know when you get there."
"Will do."
Rena squeezed her hand as she turned to catch up with the rest of the group. Hel watched as the group turned a corner and made her way further down the stairs. Pushing the door that marked her floor, and continued on to her door. Turning the first corner, she heard yelling and pounding. From the sounds of it, it was coming from around her place. Stopping, she quickly slipped out of her heels, no point in alerting anyone she was coming. Peeking around the corner, she saw two men. One with a blood stained shirt. Somehow the guy who tried to get into her pants had found out where she lived. He had brought a friend with him, who seemed just as angry. Quiet as a mouse she retreated back down the hall and toward the stairs. When she reached the stairs she took off on a run. No her best idea but it seemed like the only option at the time. When she reached Eric's floor, she checked behind her, not sure if they had managed to follow her at least that far. Slowing her pace slightly. Taking a deep breathe, and knocked on his door for a second time that night. She knew she looked a mess and in that moment she just didn't care.
Hearing groans of irritation, followed by footsteps, holding her breathe when he opened the door. Standing there, he didn't say anything, he just looked at her. In an hour, she had come back, this time slightly out of breathe and disheveled. Hair sticking to her face, no matter what she did, heels in hand.
"I thought I told you to go home. I'm not in the mood for another round of games tonight."
This time he was wearing a shirt. Pushing past him, she walked into his apartment. She stood in his kitchen, slightly shaking now.
Shutting the door behind him. He leaned back against the counter across from her. Taking in the sight in the better light her busted lip.
"I-I'm sorry, about coming back after you told me to go home. I just can't."
"What happened to your lip? Why can't you?"
"Before Peter's party, I was dancing with this guy."
"Okay you seemed fine when I left the Pit."
"Wait you were there?"
"Yeah but I didn't stick around."
"Oh. It was fun at first. Then he kept grabbing me, I told him to stop. He wouldn't listen."
Moving from the counter, he stood closer to her. He was afraid she'd push him away if he got to close and he didn't want that. Placing his hands on her arms, stroking her skin with his thumbs, it helped her focus. His warmth helped if only little, helped her shivering.
"I'm listening."
"He hit me. So I kicked him in the nuts, then in the face. Then I cleaned up in my office and went to the party."
"That explains your lip, and why you showed up earlier. But why can't you go home?"
"I left the Pit hours ago. I got all the way to my floor. Him and another guy were pounding on my door. Yelling."
"Yelling what?"
"All I heard was 'This fucking bitch needs to be taught lesson.' Other than that I didn't stick around to find out."
"I see. Did they see you?"
She shook her head. He didn't ask anymore questions about it. He slid her heels from her hand. Taking her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Placing her heels on the coffee table as they passed it. Sitting her down on the foot of his bed. Heading for the closet, he came back with a pair of sweat pants and an old over sized t-shirt. Handing them to her, as he looked away. Pointed out where the bathroom was and headed for the door.
"I'm going to sleep on the couch. I'll see you in the morning. We'll get up early and I'll take you back to your place."
"Why early?"
"So no one has to see us together."
Slowly hugging herself, trying to regain some warmth. "Would it be such a bad thing?"
"People seeing us together, would only raise questions. I'm sure neither of us are up to answering."
With that he left, closing the door behind him. Standing she made her way into his bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she stripped out of her dress and stepped into the shower. Its doors were made of glass and soon the doors fogged over leaving her in a hazy steam. Taking in just how long the night had been as the hot water warmed her. Dressing in the clothes he had given her, and quietly went back to his room. Crawling into his bed and under the covers. Inhaling the very scent of him and drifted off to sleep. When she woke up, and noticed it was still night out. She realized she didn't sleep long. It was still early, and the sound of rain pounded the windows.
Slowly opening the door, and peeking out into the living room. Eric was asleep on the couch. Going over to him, she gently shook his shoulder. He jumped and sat up, looking at her with a raised brow. Biting her lip, took him by the wrist and led him back into the bedroom. Stopping beside the bed, she pulled off his shirt. Not moving as she slid her fingers down his chest and climbed back on the bed. Lying next to her, as she nestled into his side. Pulling the covers over them, and held her close. They drifted back to sleep, wrapped in each others arms. They would worry about what it meant later.
