Title: No Angel

Author: Jackiegirl5485@yahoo.com

Rating: PG-13/R, The rating is only for the language and slight mature content.

Summary: For now this is really just a day-in-the-life fic. But as I start writing more, the story will 'pick' up and you'll get to read more about the 'blemishes' on Ella's criminal record and about why she is so desperate to 'start over'. But for now your Just going to have to wait for the plot to thicken and simmer. Ha, ha.

Disclaimers: For legal purposes, I don't own the characters of Dom, Letty, Mia, Brian, Vince, Leon, and Jesse or any other characters that are mentioned in the story. Right now, the only character I own is Ella. And don't try suing me because all I got in my pocket is lent and one penny. You can have the penny if you want. !_!

Pairing: Letty and Dom, Mia and Brian, V is gonna stay the lone coyot' (spelt it without the e on purpose), Leon is still gonna be the ladies man and Jesse, well as much as it pains me to say Jesse is dead in this ficcie. I love ya Jess!

Achieve: Sure, just ask.

Feedback: Loved, as always.

Chapter 1

I stared up at the stars, as I laid on the hood of my 240 Nissan SX. For some reason they seemed to fill me with so much promise. The luminous stars made me feel as if I could climb the highest mountain, and swim the deepest seas...or simply start over. But then again the little twinkling things always made me feel that way.

When I was younger I would always climb on top of the hood of my father's car and stargaze. He'd always be right there next to me and he always was...until the day he died.

That day, I felt as if my heart had been ripped out and handed to me on a rusted piece of scrap metal. It still hurts when I think about it. He was a good man, he wasn't a saint but he never deserved to die so young, but then again, who does? It's not like the grim reaper was holding a VIP pass to life for the worthy. No, they died just like everyone else; I thought wiping away a stray tear that had wound its way down to my chin.

Life was a bitch and then you die. Brutal, but true. It was a motto that I lived by. You suffer, work your fingers to the bone, and grow old - if you're lucky, and then you die. If you're lucky you'll go in a blaze of glory . If your not, you'll go the way my father did, in his bed all alone, with no one to be they're for him.

But then again, there was a third possibility. Live your life like a wild child, become reckless, and have an insatiable need for speed. That's the category that I best fit into. I lived my life on the edge, hoping one day that I'd fall off or my NOS-enhanced engine would explode in my face. Whichever one came first, it would be a welcome distraction from my self-induced pity trip.

I slid down the hood of my car and walked to the edge of the guardrails. No one would miss me if I just ended it now. Not a soul. My parents were dead, I didn't have a sibling to speak of and the rest of my family had disowned us a long time ago. Who would really miss me? I thought about it for a long time. The only person I had left who loved me, was me, and unfortunately for me I wasn't the kind of person that could actually off myself. I often thought about it but never had any intention of carrying it out.

I scowled and shoved my hands deep in my jean pockets. No I wouldn't do it... not tonight... not ever. Maybe somebody would come along and do it for me. I snorted at the prospect. I walked the short distance to my car and climbed inside. I decided to head down to the races; they always cheered me up. Taking fools' money always cheered me up. Maybe I'll even be able to run a few mind-fuck games and up the stacks; a few slips and the cars attacked to them might be a good start.

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By the time I actually made it down the winding back roads of L.A. the races were already in full swing. In fact by the time I actually made it to were the action was, the next race was about to start. Just in time.

I got out of my car and surveyed the scene before me. Modified cars were scattered all over the place; while swarms of people circled them, each trying to get their own peek at the impressive automotive marvels. There were cars in every color, shape, and size spread around as far as the eye could see. There was hustle and bustle going everywhere I looked. People bumping into one another, trying to be the first to check out someone's new ride. This was the kind of place that I lived for; the kind of people I craved. They weren't worried about keeping up public appearances and snooty attitudes; they were here doing the thing they loved best, plain and simple.

Directly to the right of me I noticed a large group of people crowded around this one guy. He was definitely one gorgeous guy. He was dressed from head to toe in black. A black wife beater swathed his massive chest, while Timberlands covered his feet. He wore simple black pants with a money chain attached. Damn, he was fine!

This was the kind of guy that I could really go for. A tall, bronzed sun god of a man, with a beautifully shaped mouth and a shaved head. I moved a little closer to get a better look. Yeah, he was definitely fine and it didn't help that he had a wonderfully muscular physique to match those good looks.

"Come on ladies, we only got two racers. Letty'll go easy on you girls." The bronzed sun god said, grinning wickedly and motioning towards a girl on his left, sitting on what was undoubtedly a hot car. A 240 Nissan SX just like my baby.

"I'll take her on." I said walking up to him and the girl, that he had called Letty. "How much?"

I had a plan, a really devilish plan, and if I played my cards right I could be going home with a brand, spanking new Nissan. What more could a girl ask for...maybe this guy on a silver platter...or maybe silk sheets.

"2 Gs, up front." He said looking me up and down.

I pouted and looked up at him. He had about 4 inches on me, wasn't much but it was enough. "2 Gs? That's all? Why don't we up the stacks a little bit?" I gave him a tiny, flirtatious smile and turned to Letty, who was sitting next to him. Her face turned a bright red as she glared at me. There was no doubt that this chick was his girlfriend. Figured. The good ones were always taken.

I gave a soft whistle more to myself that anyone. If looks could kill I'd have been six feet deep by now. Everything was going according to plan.

I put on my sweetest smile, "What do you say? Why not have some fun. Why not race for slips?"

What I really meant was why not get a chance at embarrassing the hell out of me and taking my car. I guess she got what I was really saying because suddenly the idea seemed to intrigue her.

"I see we've both got an ardor for Nissan's, wouldn't you love to have another one."

She gave me one final glare and stood up, we were inches apart and she had a look of sheer hatred in her eyes. I wasn't worried though; I had dealt with plenty girls like her before. This Letty girl was tough. I could tell that from just looking at her, that she was the kind of chick that would punch now and ask questions later. I could tell because I was the exact same way-- no scratch that, I had been the exact same way a while back. But I eventually learned that you didn't have to be Queen Bitch all the time.

Letty walked towards her car and leaned against it, "Okay, chica, you want to race for slips? A'ight, then we race for slips. But would you mind hurrying it up, I don't got all day."

Yup, I had her, hook, line and sinker. I bent down and retrieved my money from my left boot and gave one last flirty glance to Mr. Gorgeous as I handed over the 2 Gs. I walked to my midnight red Nissan and hopped in.

I got a good look at her ride; it had definite potential once all those decals were gone.

We both drove to the starting line waiting for the go ahead. I took the time to check the nitrous tanks, in a compartment built into the back seat. I also checked to make sure all systems were go and especially the two little black buttons that would win it for me. When I was satisfied I glanced to one side to see if Letty was doing the same. Yeah, she was, but it wouldn't do her any good. I turned to my right and saw another racer. Nice car, but there was no way in hell that she was going to beat me!

I focused my attention ahead of me as some guy came and stood a little ways ahead of us and in between our two Nissans.

Letty and I revved our engines and sped away as the race began. We both left a trail of blue fire behind us and the third driver. I glanced over at Letty's car every once and a while, with my hand poised over the Nitrous button. We were neck and neck and I didn't want to push the button until it was an absolute necessity. I knew how it worked. If I was the first person to inject a shot of Nitrous into the engine that would mean that I only had one more shot left, while she would have two full tanks. No, I wasn't going to be the one going first and I didn't think she would be either. Well, I hadn't thought about that happening.

We both peeled across the finish line at the same time. Damn, a tie. Something I could really have done without.

As soon as my car stopped I jumped out and walked over to Letty who had yet to get out of hers.

I leaned against the top of the maroon Nissan and grinned, "Well, we both won."

"No, I'd say we both lost." She said shaking her head, cool respect in her eyes. "First time, in a long time that anyone tied with me, and I sure as hell don't like it."

"Yeah, well, at least neither one of us lost to her." I said hiking my thumb over my shoulder, back to the other chick that we were racing with. She was an amateur at best and with the height of the shoes she was wearing; I was kind of surprised that she had even managed to get her legs in the car and on the gas pedal.

I watched as Letty started to grin then broke out into a fit of hiccupping laughter. I started laughing too. I couldn't help it. There was really nothing funny about the situation that we were in. I didn't like loosing and I could tell that Letty liked it even less, but we just couldn't help ourselves. For some insane reason what I had just said was hilarious as shit.

"What's so funny, Letty? You just lost." A deep, gravely voice broke into our laughing fit.

"Oh come one Dom." Letty said holding her stomach and wiping tears from her eyes. "Lighten up!"

"Lighten up. Lighten up? You telling me, to lighten up, when you tried to pull a Tanya Harding all over your little friend here?" He said pointing to me .

So, the bronzed sun god had a name. Dom? Dom. Well, the name sure did fit him.

I stopped laughing long enough to add my own little two cents in it, "Yeah, Dom lighten up."

Dom looked at me for a long time raising his eyebrow, "well, since you know our names, and we have absolutely no idea who you are, who the hell are you?"

I abruptly stopped laughing; I didn't like giving out my name to just anybody. I was always careful about those things, especially since I had a few 'blemishes' on my record that I didn't want anyone to now about. I looked back and forth between Letty and Dom. They didn't seem so bad. It wasn't like they would take my name and do something like run a check on me.

"Ella McDermott pleased to meet you." I said holding my hand out to both Dom and Letty at the same time. They both shook my hands as I burst into another fit of laughter. I just couldn't stop thinking about the other racer chick that actually thought she had anything on Letty and I. Letty must of realized why I was laughing, because as soon as I started I heard her go off into another fit of laughter.

Dom looked at both of us for a moment, with a completely confused expression on his face. Then he shook his head and walked off in the other direction, mumbling something about women, being utterly crazy.

I could start to like it here, I thought right before another wave of laughter seized me. I could really start to like it here...

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Author's Note: Okay guys that was the first chapter. What'd y'all think?

Tell me if ya hated it, loved it, found something that could use improvement, so forth and so one. The next chapter is coming soon. Read and review, please.

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Running Scared

The past's dark touch

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~*~ The original Ghetto girl~*~

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