CHAPTER 3: SOMEWHERE I BELONG
Anya swore from that day forward she'd never be called Anya again. Instead she'd be called Angel like her mother used to call her, and Tragedy because of her life's turmoil. She looked around her,"Morning," she straightened her trenchcoat, and began walking out of the shadows. She put on her darkest pair of shades, she sighted and put on her hat. People just wouldn't stop staring. Why was she so interesting? 'Maybe it's because I'm the only one wearing all black and red,' she thought,'Maybe I don't belong here. Maybe I don't belong anywhere," she continued onward down to the closest tavern.
As she entered she noticed the deadly silence her invasion caused,'Great, what a way to make an entrance,' she walked forward.
"What'll it be miss. . .?"
"Lady; Lady Death. And it'll be the strongest stuff you got for now," the bartender looked at her in shock,"How much I owe ya?" she pulled her trenchcoat open to get her wallet, but instead she showed him her two favorite, hand-made, guns.
"Nothing," he said nervously," it's on the house."
'So much for blending in,' she drank and began to feel a little less tense. She knew that her relaxation would get her into trouble sooner or later, and it did.
The tavern doors swung open violently and a man in all black walked in. He was a tall man, though no one could see his face. His large leather hat shadowed most of it. His walk seemed confident, and if it was possible for the room to have been anymore silent it was. Fianlly the man sat down next to her and removed his hat. He ordered the same she had and began drinking.
Tragedy noticed he was slightly nervous, as if he was waiting for someone. He even appeared somewhat attractive. Long brown hair, a hint that he hadn't shaved in awhile. She also noticed he sent sideways glances at her very frequently.
Finally he broke the silence,"Anya, you are wanted for the. . ."
"My name is NOT Anya! It's Tragedy Angel!" she interrupted him.
Well, Tragedy Angel, you're wanted for the murder of you parents and five of your friends!" he said somewhat sarcastically.
"No, I'm not!" she shot back. She would have said more, but he drew his guns and began shooting at her.
I know. . .I know. . .I know. . .the chapters are short but who cares? They're good aren't they? Anywho. . .still waiting for the character bio for my next fic. . .I would like the widow dracula and hermione-malfoy to submit please! Ya'll know I luv ya! lol!