Author's Note: Sorry that it's been a while since I last updated, I
couldn't think of and good ideas. They did come, though, yipee! So here
is the next chapter, dun dun dun.
Disclaimer: I don't got none.(I don't own anything but Alison, her family, and her co-workers)
"Yes. Why do you ask?" she questioned back.
"Let's just say that word goes around," he grinned at her.
"Does she talk about me?" Alison sounded a little hurt and she had a right to be. Does Sarah go around telling everyone about her? What would she have to say about her anyway? The questions swirled around her mind before the man's mellifluous voice melted those questions away.
"Do not worry, for I only heard that you moved here two years ago. I was just curious to meet you."
"Why is that?"
"Sarah is such a confident woman and widely liked by many of the people in the town. I was curious to see if you were the same."
"Am I?" Alison's question sounded as though she were challenging him to say the wrong thing. He looked at her for a moment taking in her appearance like she took in his before.
"It is hard to say, m'lady. I would like to get to know you a bit more before I make up my mind," his once pleasant grin became slightly cocky and his eyes pleaded her.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt, but do not think I am easily won over, kind sir," the corners of her lips pulled upward in a playful manner.
"In that case, I'll have an ale," he ordered his beverage and watched her disappear through the swinging door that led to the kitchen. The bottom of her crimson skirt bounced with each light step she took. It did not take her long to come back out to the bar with his drink and when she placed it in front of him he gladly reached for the handle. She watched him bring the dark colored mug to his lips, letting the golden liquid seep past his teeth and graze his tongue.
"What's your name?" Alison asked.
"Thomas," he said after he finished chugging down the ale. He set the mug on the counter, slightly sliding it away from him.
"Well, Thomas, that'll be-" she did not even finish her sentence before Thomas dropped the cost of the drink in her outstretched hand. The cold metal felt good against her sweaty palm, but the refreshing feel did not last long. "Thank you," she said, closing her fingers around the coins.
"I shall call upon you tomorrow, then. Goodnight," Thomas nodded his head at the staring young woman. Alison slowly nodded her head back, her voice unable to find its way out of her mouth. Thomas stood up from the bar and walked toward the door. He pushed open the door, its hinges groaning in pain.
"Thomas," Alison called after him. He stopped, one foot already on the street outside. "You haven't asked for my name."
"I was simply going to call you an angel that fell from the heavens, but if you wish to give me your name, please do so," he yelled back to her, his voice hardly audible over the racket in the bar. Alison blushed when he called her an angel but managed to hold his eyes with her own.
"My name is Alison."
"Goodnight, Alison," Thomas winked one blue eye at her and left, the old door shutting behind him.
"Goodnight," Alison's voice was drowned out by an argument in the corner of the room. Peter walked up to the counter; seriousness clouded his hard features. She turned toward her boss, worry swirling around in her green eyes. "Is something the matter, Peter?"
"Alison, that captain's crew is not leaving until they pay for their drinks."
"Alright."
"No," Peter quickly dismissed her clam reply. "They said their captain was going to pay and he's not here."
"Peter," Alison began, "He may come back tomorrow night. Please, take it out of my pocket," she offered. Peter shook his head in disappointment that she would suggest such a thing.
"Alison, your money is not to be used to pay for anyone anymore. You know where he is. You go get the money. It'll be good for you to get fresh air and to get away from the noise," without letting Alison get a word in, Peter walked back over to Jack's crew. Alison sighed at the thought of having to walk to the docks, but she supposed it would not hurt for her to get fresh air into her system.
She walked out from behind the aging bar and started toward the door. She pushed the door open, its cries piercing her ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"Alison," Alison turned from the door and saw Rose behind her. "Be careful," Rose handed her a dagger in a leather pouch, a wary look on her tan face.
"Thank you," Alison slid the covered dagger into her belt and proceeded out the door. She stepped out into the calm cool air. The rain had stopped but the clouds remained, blanketing the time of day from her eyes. She walked along the wet cobblestone street towards the docks. He better be there and not out with some woman, she thought to herself. The streets were fairly empty and only a few people walked outside. A force of sea air plowed into Alison's side, causing her to step to the side to catch her balance. A shiver tickled her spin.
Alison continued her walk, quickening her pace. The docks were not far from the bar and she was half way there. She had a bad feeling that dwelled in the pit of her stomach and that feeling made her oblivious to the goosebumps inhabiting the surface of her light skin. Suddenly she stopped, for she heard footsteps behind her. The steps stopped right behind her and she could feel a presence very close to her body.
She slid the knife out of its leather pouch and jumped away, turning around in the process. Pain fell upon her face when she landed. Her foot twisted landed wrong and she toppled to the street. She lay on the wet street for a second, peering at the knife her hand still clutched. She sighed in relief that she did not harm herself with the knife. Her green eyes traveled to a pair of feet in front of her. Her gaze traveled up the figure's body and landed on the person's face.
"Why were you following me?"
- * gasp * Cursed clumsiness. Well, I hope that was a good chapter. Leila and Toni, thank you for reviewing my story ( You guys rock!!!
Disclaimer: I don't got none.(I don't own anything but Alison, her family, and her co-workers)
"Yes. Why do you ask?" she questioned back.
"Let's just say that word goes around," he grinned at her.
"Does she talk about me?" Alison sounded a little hurt and she had a right to be. Does Sarah go around telling everyone about her? What would she have to say about her anyway? The questions swirled around her mind before the man's mellifluous voice melted those questions away.
"Do not worry, for I only heard that you moved here two years ago. I was just curious to meet you."
"Why is that?"
"Sarah is such a confident woman and widely liked by many of the people in the town. I was curious to see if you were the same."
"Am I?" Alison's question sounded as though she were challenging him to say the wrong thing. He looked at her for a moment taking in her appearance like she took in his before.
"It is hard to say, m'lady. I would like to get to know you a bit more before I make up my mind," his once pleasant grin became slightly cocky and his eyes pleaded her.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt, but do not think I am easily won over, kind sir," the corners of her lips pulled upward in a playful manner.
"In that case, I'll have an ale," he ordered his beverage and watched her disappear through the swinging door that led to the kitchen. The bottom of her crimson skirt bounced with each light step she took. It did not take her long to come back out to the bar with his drink and when she placed it in front of him he gladly reached for the handle. She watched him bring the dark colored mug to his lips, letting the golden liquid seep past his teeth and graze his tongue.
"What's your name?" Alison asked.
"Thomas," he said after he finished chugging down the ale. He set the mug on the counter, slightly sliding it away from him.
"Well, Thomas, that'll be-" she did not even finish her sentence before Thomas dropped the cost of the drink in her outstretched hand. The cold metal felt good against her sweaty palm, but the refreshing feel did not last long. "Thank you," she said, closing her fingers around the coins.
"I shall call upon you tomorrow, then. Goodnight," Thomas nodded his head at the staring young woman. Alison slowly nodded her head back, her voice unable to find its way out of her mouth. Thomas stood up from the bar and walked toward the door. He pushed open the door, its hinges groaning in pain.
"Thomas," Alison called after him. He stopped, one foot already on the street outside. "You haven't asked for my name."
"I was simply going to call you an angel that fell from the heavens, but if you wish to give me your name, please do so," he yelled back to her, his voice hardly audible over the racket in the bar. Alison blushed when he called her an angel but managed to hold his eyes with her own.
"My name is Alison."
"Goodnight, Alison," Thomas winked one blue eye at her and left, the old door shutting behind him.
"Goodnight," Alison's voice was drowned out by an argument in the corner of the room. Peter walked up to the counter; seriousness clouded his hard features. She turned toward her boss, worry swirling around in her green eyes. "Is something the matter, Peter?"
"Alison, that captain's crew is not leaving until they pay for their drinks."
"Alright."
"No," Peter quickly dismissed her clam reply. "They said their captain was going to pay and he's not here."
"Peter," Alison began, "He may come back tomorrow night. Please, take it out of my pocket," she offered. Peter shook his head in disappointment that she would suggest such a thing.
"Alison, your money is not to be used to pay for anyone anymore. You know where he is. You go get the money. It'll be good for you to get fresh air and to get away from the noise," without letting Alison get a word in, Peter walked back over to Jack's crew. Alison sighed at the thought of having to walk to the docks, but she supposed it would not hurt for her to get fresh air into her system.
She walked out from behind the aging bar and started toward the door. She pushed the door open, its cries piercing her ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"Alison," Alison turned from the door and saw Rose behind her. "Be careful," Rose handed her a dagger in a leather pouch, a wary look on her tan face.
"Thank you," Alison slid the covered dagger into her belt and proceeded out the door. She stepped out into the calm cool air. The rain had stopped but the clouds remained, blanketing the time of day from her eyes. She walked along the wet cobblestone street towards the docks. He better be there and not out with some woman, she thought to herself. The streets were fairly empty and only a few people walked outside. A force of sea air plowed into Alison's side, causing her to step to the side to catch her balance. A shiver tickled her spin.
Alison continued her walk, quickening her pace. The docks were not far from the bar and she was half way there. She had a bad feeling that dwelled in the pit of her stomach and that feeling made her oblivious to the goosebumps inhabiting the surface of her light skin. Suddenly she stopped, for she heard footsteps behind her. The steps stopped right behind her and she could feel a presence very close to her body.
She slid the knife out of its leather pouch and jumped away, turning around in the process. Pain fell upon her face when she landed. Her foot twisted landed wrong and she toppled to the street. She lay on the wet street for a second, peering at the knife her hand still clutched. She sighed in relief that she did not harm herself with the knife. Her green eyes traveled to a pair of feet in front of her. Her gaze traveled up the figure's body and landed on the person's face.
"Why were you following me?"
- * gasp * Cursed clumsiness. Well, I hope that was a good chapter. Leila and Toni, thank you for reviewing my story ( You guys rock!!!