Authors Note: Here is a more information added to the story, Raven and Pleas finally meet despite each other's monotone shyness. I am trying to get recieve more reviews by adding more plot to the story. The story digs deeper into each lovers feelings as relatonships progress, maybe some jealously could be added. Who knows? Thank you, and please enjoy this new chapter.

Dead Tears.

Prey

Chapter 1

Pleas entered the small tea shop, immediately hearing the small -ding!- that always sounded when someone who would come in, or leave, he also could smell the fresh scent of the Herbal tea and the Green type as well. He slipped onto one of the bar stools that faced the tea and cappuccino machine and sighed quietly to himself. He glanced at the performer reading off of poems in his hand while a pianist tapped the keys, and the guitarist strummed along moving with the beat as if had running vibration across his skinny body. Pleas turned away from the poem scene to the ding sound again; what he saw was a teenager Goth girl covered by a long, dark blue robe. She seemed as quiet as he was as she sat down on one of the other stools directly next to him. He nodded in a form of welcoming, she nodded back to him and turned to the bartender.

"One medium Herbal tea please," The girl asked in a small monotone voice that sounded beautiful to Pleas. Pleas raised his hand in small distance,

"Same for me, bartender..." He also stated to the man. The man didn't show any interest in the two as he filled the small mug with hot herbal tea, a long with the other, the girl glanced at Pleas but turned away quickly when the bartender set the mugs down,

"There you go, two herbal teas', that should be about six dollars.." He said, holding out his hand to the two teens. Before the girl could slip out any money, Pleas put money on the wrinkled hand,

"I'll pay..." He said quietly, still not looking at the girls face. She simply paid attention to the mug in front of her, sipping softly. Pleas grinned softly in his mind. She seemed like one of the shy, quiet, yet brutal fierce kind like he, but he didn't take much notice of her face considering she was still hiding her face behind the cloth. He was about to say something to her to strike a small conversation, when he was interrupted by a larger teenager poet stepping in between the two seats,

"Hey, skinny dude, mind if I sit her next to the lovely lady?" He asked, glancing over at the teenager girl seductively. When Pleas didn't answer, the boy practically scooted Pleas of the seat, forcing Pleas to kneel to the ground from the rough dismount. The boy made a smug face at Pleas and in celebration he scooted close to the girl,

"Now, how are you sweet thing? Come here often?" He asked, pretending to be smooth and suave, but Pleas thought of him as a jerk as he sat near one of the round, small wooden tables to himself without protesting or arguing. The girl turned away from the teenager jerk trying to avoid him, but the confident teen persisted, scooting closer,

"Listen, if you were smart, you would accept my invitation to one of the most highest peers over near the bakc rather than that scruffy boy over here," He said, jerking his greasy haired head towards Pleas, who was staring out the window, but watching them solemnly. Raven still didn't answer to the boy's smooth accent, but instead sipped her tea. The boy turned cherry red, flustered that the girl still ignored his 'smooth' accent. He grabbed her by the shoulders and jerked her around.

"C'mon! Why can't a little date with sexy Pierre here by easier?! Now!" Pleas was now growing tired of the boys eruptive rudeness, he was concentrating hard on the unguarded coffee cup nearby; he forced it to move down the counter towards where the two were seated.

Closer...closer...almost there... He thought; Once the foam cup was in position, and when the angry teenager boy was turned oh so right, Pleas forced the cup over spilling over red hot coffee on the boy's velvet panted lap. He yelped out in pain,

"Oh! Ow! M-my pa-pants!!" He hurried away from the table towards the bathroom not to be seen again.

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Raven couldn't stand the poet's 'occupied' existence. Just as she was about to throw a swift left hook to the mouth, a cup of coffee had spilled over the boy's pants, sending him sprawling away yelping and screaming in pain. Raven looked around in directions softly, as if expecting an 'Oops' or anything in that matter, but she only saw the skinny teenager boy that had fell from the stool before, he smiled softly at her.

"Did you?--" She asked, pointing towards the small coffee puddle on the stool. The boy nodded. Raven didn't look at all grateful, but in her heart, she felt grateful for the boy's actions.

But how did he do such a thing? She wondered to herself. She rose to her feet with tea mug at hand and walked over to the boy's table.

"Mind if I sit her?" She asked quietly. The boy nodded again. She didn't smile nor frown as she sat down in one of the wooden-framed chairs next to the boy. All was silent for a few minutes, neither knew what to say to each other unfortuantly. Finally, Raven broke the ice by smoothing out her hair.

"Anyway, thanks for helping me...I'm not really the social type..." She said,

"Me either.." The boy replied.

"My name's Raven," She stated, looking at him.

"Pleas," He answered looking back at her also. with the same monotone expression.

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Authors Note: This is a more success than the 'Prologue' of the story, but I think things will ultimatly change as I reach further chapters throughout the story. Thanks for reading, and feel free to review. (I need some reviews, helpful if any provided...)