Melody groaned as she hit the ground, her shoes were never going to be the same after this. She carefully looked from side to side, making sure noone was following her, or watching her.
'Yech, this alley is disgusting.' She thought as she quietly slipped past several piles of garbage.
She got onto the main road and headed north, making her way to a dingy club, that had rap music blaring, the walls not able to contain the hard core music. Melody opened the door, now acutely aware she was being followed, as she entered. A little ways behind, Connor was watching her, and hurried to go after her. He never had a preference for music, and rap was probably his least favorite, but he wanted to see what Melody was doing, and in order to do it, he had to go in.
Connor scanned the crowd for her honey-blonde hair, and caught a glimpse of her by the stage door. After that brief moment, she was nowhere to be found.
There was a moment of silence, and the guy rapping on the stage jumped off, to be greeted by his buddies.
"Our next contestant..." The DJ droned. "Is LA's own sex kitten."
There was scattered applause, and Connor saw Melody again. The beat started, and she began to move through the crowd toward him.
"Why are you here? You followed me didn't you?"
Connor shrugged.
"I wanted to know where you were going on your first night staying in the hotel, not a great way to build trust, if you ask me."
Melody glared at him.
"Gee, I don't remember asking you." Melody sat down at the bar and signaled the bartender.
"Water."
Connor watched as they exchanged her two dollars for the bottle of water.
"The winner will be announced in a half hour. Stick around."
Melody took a big gulp of water, and wiped some of the sweat that was dripping down the side of her neck off from dancing. To him, Melody looked completely on a natural high, now that the crowd wasn't very energetic any more, and the music had been turned down, she fed off the energy of the crowd, and the energy of the music. She just sat, and drank her water.
The club was unusually silent for the moment.
"The winner is Marc Dredge."
There was a thundering applause, and Marc, a dark skinned individual, stepped out of the shadows, moving forward to collect his twenty dollars in winnings.
Melody carried herself out the door with amazing composition, and grace. But her eyes told a very different story. She was because the person who just won hadn't shown up when she was going to meet him earlier. Melody quickly stepped into an alley, almost losing Connor in the process. She leaned against the cool wall, trying to quickly regain her composure. A second later, she stepped out, literally running into Marc.
"There you are, babe, I missed you today."
Melody worked hard to retain her composed state. "I am not one of your girls that you flaunt."
Marc smirked. "Yeah, you're right, you don't have the face for it."
Melody reached down and picked up an empty beer bottle. "I wonder how many peices this would shatter into if it hit your head."
Marc laughed nervously.
Melody threw it with her right hand, the bottle shattering against the brick wall 20 feet away. "I don't think it would shatter like that."
Marc and his buddies were backing away now.
"I know, and you know, I have the ultimate power. You won't hit a girl. We both know it."
One of Marc's buddies stepped forward.
"Who is this Marc? Your bodyguard? Baby can't fight his own battles? With girls?"
Melody was really making Marc mad now.
"You aren't a girl, you're a bitch! You stupid whore!"
Melody took slow measured steps, so she was face to face with him.
"That's where you're wrong." She stated calmly.
Melody punched him hard in the face.
All of the guys backed away except for one, the biggest stockiest one. Melody turned to leave, but the stocky one called out to her.
"Hey, Bitch."
Melody whirled around, and the guy's fist connected with her jaw. Melody hit the ground.
"Shit! That fucking hurt!" Melody exclaimed as she exclaimed as she rubbed her jaw.
Marc and his buddies were cheering on the stocky one, as Melody stood up.
Marc was the first to speak, in a mocking tone.
"Now take off that shirt, you nasty whore, or Roger isn't finished with his pounding."
Melody grabbed the bottom hem of her metallic purple halter, standing within arm's length to Roger, he had a clear view of her, and she had the perfect opportunity to bury her fist into his stomach, and she took that opportunity, and got all she could out of it. She packed a hard punch, and Roger didn't get up.
"Now, we can play nice, or we can play it my way. Nice being you run for your god damned lives. My way being I beat the shit out of all of you."
All of them, including Roger, were gone so fast, if she had blinked she would have missed them.
Satisfied, she started walking toward the hotel. Connor jumped out behind her. "I was wondering when you were going to stop being such a chicken and come out."
Connor shrugged, now that he could see what she could do, he didn't exactly want to make her mad.
Melody stopped in front of another alley.
"Shhh." She whispered, listening.
A vampire lunged out of the alley right at them. Melody quickly stepped aside, and the vampire stumbled past. "Gotta stake?"
Connor took one out of his jacket, and tossed it to her.
The vampire lunged again, this time Melody reached out and knocked him down. She leaned down to stake him, but he reached up and scratched her arm,trying to distract her. She plunged the stake directly into his dead heart anyway, not paying any attention to the gashes. The vampire's body started to crumble.
"Son of a bitch." Melody growled.
The vampire was dust on her shoes now.
"Thanks for the stake." She said casually as she tossed it back.
"No problem."
Melody looked at her right arm where the vampire had scratched her.
"What a sissy, he scratched me."
Connor stepped close to her.
"You're hurt, we can go back to the hotel and clean you up."
Melody looked up into his brown eyes and smiled seductively.
"Okay."
Neither of them moved. Melody leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Connor returned her feeling, but Melody pulled away, looking at the ground.
"We should go."
Melody and Connor started to walk toward the hotel. There was no sound until they got to the back alley.
"That is my room."
She said pointing to a window on the second floor.
"Cordelia lied to my father, that room is right next to mine."
Melody shimmied up the drainpipe, with Connor behind her. Melody was sitting on the bed when Connor fell in the window. Melody started laughing.
"You sure aren't very graceful."
Connor started laughing too. The door opened, and Fred peeked in.
"If you're not quiet enough Angel will find out you got this room, so I'd suggest you pipe down a little."
Fred shut the door and they shut up.
"You better get to bed, it's late." Melody said with as much solemnity as she could muster.
Connor opened the door, turned around and winked, then left. Melody reached under the bed where she had stashed her bag, and pulled out her pajamas. Melody quickly changed, and climbed into the bed, dropping into a deep sleep immediately.
'Yech, this alley is disgusting.' She thought as she quietly slipped past several piles of garbage.
She got onto the main road and headed north, making her way to a dingy club, that had rap music blaring, the walls not able to contain the hard core music. Melody opened the door, now acutely aware she was being followed, as she entered. A little ways behind, Connor was watching her, and hurried to go after her. He never had a preference for music, and rap was probably his least favorite, but he wanted to see what Melody was doing, and in order to do it, he had to go in.
Connor scanned the crowd for her honey-blonde hair, and caught a glimpse of her by the stage door. After that brief moment, she was nowhere to be found.
There was a moment of silence, and the guy rapping on the stage jumped off, to be greeted by his buddies.
"Our next contestant..." The DJ droned. "Is LA's own sex kitten."
There was scattered applause, and Connor saw Melody again. The beat started, and she began to move through the crowd toward him.
"Why are you here? You followed me didn't you?"
Connor shrugged.
"I wanted to know where you were going on your first night staying in the hotel, not a great way to build trust, if you ask me."
Melody glared at him.
"Gee, I don't remember asking you." Melody sat down at the bar and signaled the bartender.
"Water."
Connor watched as they exchanged her two dollars for the bottle of water.
"The winner will be announced in a half hour. Stick around."
Melody took a big gulp of water, and wiped some of the sweat that was dripping down the side of her neck off from dancing. To him, Melody looked completely on a natural high, now that the crowd wasn't very energetic any more, and the music had been turned down, she fed off the energy of the crowd, and the energy of the music. She just sat, and drank her water.
The club was unusually silent for the moment.
"The winner is Marc Dredge."
There was a thundering applause, and Marc, a dark skinned individual, stepped out of the shadows, moving forward to collect his twenty dollars in winnings.
Melody carried herself out the door with amazing composition, and grace. But her eyes told a very different story. She was because the person who just won hadn't shown up when she was going to meet him earlier. Melody quickly stepped into an alley, almost losing Connor in the process. She leaned against the cool wall, trying to quickly regain her composure. A second later, she stepped out, literally running into Marc.
"There you are, babe, I missed you today."
Melody worked hard to retain her composed state. "I am not one of your girls that you flaunt."
Marc smirked. "Yeah, you're right, you don't have the face for it."
Melody reached down and picked up an empty beer bottle. "I wonder how many peices this would shatter into if it hit your head."
Marc laughed nervously.
Melody threw it with her right hand, the bottle shattering against the brick wall 20 feet away. "I don't think it would shatter like that."
Marc and his buddies were backing away now.
"I know, and you know, I have the ultimate power. You won't hit a girl. We both know it."
One of Marc's buddies stepped forward.
"Who is this Marc? Your bodyguard? Baby can't fight his own battles? With girls?"
Melody was really making Marc mad now.
"You aren't a girl, you're a bitch! You stupid whore!"
Melody took slow measured steps, so she was face to face with him.
"That's where you're wrong." She stated calmly.
Melody punched him hard in the face.
All of the guys backed away except for one, the biggest stockiest one. Melody turned to leave, but the stocky one called out to her.
"Hey, Bitch."
Melody whirled around, and the guy's fist connected with her jaw. Melody hit the ground.
"Shit! That fucking hurt!" Melody exclaimed as she exclaimed as she rubbed her jaw.
Marc and his buddies were cheering on the stocky one, as Melody stood up.
Marc was the first to speak, in a mocking tone.
"Now take off that shirt, you nasty whore, or Roger isn't finished with his pounding."
Melody grabbed the bottom hem of her metallic purple halter, standing within arm's length to Roger, he had a clear view of her, and she had the perfect opportunity to bury her fist into his stomach, and she took that opportunity, and got all she could out of it. She packed a hard punch, and Roger didn't get up.
"Now, we can play nice, or we can play it my way. Nice being you run for your god damned lives. My way being I beat the shit out of all of you."
All of them, including Roger, were gone so fast, if she had blinked she would have missed them.
Satisfied, she started walking toward the hotel. Connor jumped out behind her. "I was wondering when you were going to stop being such a chicken and come out."
Connor shrugged, now that he could see what she could do, he didn't exactly want to make her mad.
Melody stopped in front of another alley.
"Shhh." She whispered, listening.
A vampire lunged out of the alley right at them. Melody quickly stepped aside, and the vampire stumbled past. "Gotta stake?"
Connor took one out of his jacket, and tossed it to her.
The vampire lunged again, this time Melody reached out and knocked him down. She leaned down to stake him, but he reached up and scratched her arm,trying to distract her. She plunged the stake directly into his dead heart anyway, not paying any attention to the gashes. The vampire's body started to crumble.
"Son of a bitch." Melody growled.
The vampire was dust on her shoes now.
"Thanks for the stake." She said casually as she tossed it back.
"No problem."
Melody looked at her right arm where the vampire had scratched her.
"What a sissy, he scratched me."
Connor stepped close to her.
"You're hurt, we can go back to the hotel and clean you up."
Melody looked up into his brown eyes and smiled seductively.
"Okay."
Neither of them moved. Melody leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Connor returned her feeling, but Melody pulled away, looking at the ground.
"We should go."
Melody and Connor started to walk toward the hotel. There was no sound until they got to the back alley.
"That is my room."
She said pointing to a window on the second floor.
"Cordelia lied to my father, that room is right next to mine."
Melody shimmied up the drainpipe, with Connor behind her. Melody was sitting on the bed when Connor fell in the window. Melody started laughing.
"You sure aren't very graceful."
Connor started laughing too. The door opened, and Fred peeked in.
"If you're not quiet enough Angel will find out you got this room, so I'd suggest you pipe down a little."
Fred shut the door and they shut up.
"You better get to bed, it's late." Melody said with as much solemnity as she could muster.
Connor opened the door, turned around and winked, then left. Melody reached under the bed where she had stashed her bag, and pulled out her pajamas. Melody quickly changed, and climbed into the bed, dropping into a deep sleep immediately.