Author's note:
Hello again. Thank you for the reviews, glad that you like this from the beginning. To reply to the guest who asked about my other stories. I'm not dropping any ongoing work. Yeah, I've lots of stories on going in parallel, and I'm trying my best to update each one as soon as possible. It's not easy but, don't worry, 'Without a heart' will keep going. I might be able to update the next chapter at the end of the week (fingers crossed!)
Now, about the other question, if this is Spalison or Emison. Where's the fun of knowing the answer now? I mean, my goal here, it's like in my other story 'Destinations', it's to make you fall in love with each possibility that presents itself. In any case, this is an AU (Alternative Universe), then, in here, Alison and Spencer will not be family (I never liked that in the tv show). So, no incest...
Keep sharing your thoughts, doubts! It really makes me happy to hear from you! Thanks! See U soon!
CH 01 – New city, same evils part 1
(At AD's nightclub)
"It's a new day,
It's a new life,
It's a new city for me,
And, I'm feeling good..."
A singer, the beautiful Rebekah, is in the spotlight, singing on the stage of a nightclub. All eyes on her... all the applauses are for her...
"She's great..." Noel says and, his boss nods. Rebekah might lack experience on the stage, but, she has a beautiful voice. A beautiful body. She has talent, and, she has a great future... that's what everyone thinks...
"Love you, NY!" The singer says when she says her goodbyes to the audience. The crowd praises her performance, especially the owner of the club...
"I sang your favorite song..." Rebekah seductively whispers, backstage, into the ear of...
"AD... " Alison chuckles, she looks flushed when Rebekah calls her by her nickname.
No one knows anything about her, and, Alison plans to keep it like that. That's why she never reveals part of her past, or, her name. If someone asks, she's just AD, the one who rules the underworld...
"It's true what people say about you? That you come from hell...?"
Alison chuckles under the question. She has been called by many names, but, being compared with the worst of evils is one of her favorites, how far gossips can go... In the end, Alison nods, letting her know she's not wrong... after all, Rosewood was like hell for the blonde...
"Does that mean that I sold my soul to the Devil?" Alison laughs at the question. "What is so funny? I'm being serious..." Rebekah says with a pout, she looks so cute...
"What make you think you owe me anything?" It's true that Alison introduced her to a record label, and, that she sponsored her first single. But, Alison doesn't think that's reason to think Rebekah is in debt to her. She did it because she could, because she wanted, not because she expects something from the singer. But, despite how generous Alison can be sometimes, Rebekah feels in debt, and, if that's the case...
"Well. I've no interest in your soul. But, if you feel like you owe me so much. There's something you can do for me..."
"Anything..." Replies the singer without hesitation. She would do anything for AD. And, it's not just because she helped her to start her dream to become a star, but, because she feels lured, compelled to do whatever Alison wants, just by looking at those beautiful eyes...
Alison's beauty has become just more perfect over the years. It's like the wines, she just gets better... hotter... sexier... a damn temptation that no one can resist...
"The devil always collect is what people say..." Rebekah nods, and, she whimpers when AD closes the gap between their bodies. And, Alison stares at her in the eyes when she says "This is what I want..."
"Tell me..." The singer says, aroused because Alison is holding her, moving her hands all around her body. And, she's very sure that Alison will ask her to do the nasty right now, but she's wrong because what Alison wants it's...
"Put yourself together..." Rebekah frowns, not understanding what Alison means till AD shows what she was looking... a little sac with crack cocaine in it...
Rebekah tries to look away, feeling ashamed by her flaw, her bad habit. But, AD softly grabs her chin, forcing her to look at her in the eyes...
"You don't need this shit, to be great, Rebekah..."
"I know..." The singer nods, she knows she needs to quit this addiction before it gets worse. Alison doesn't feel like they need to keep talking about this any further. She just hopes that Rebekah will listen to her, and, stop using drugs...
"Are you gonna punish me, AD...?"
"What? What are you talking about?!"
"You like to punish bad people..."
"Who told you that?"
"No one... everyone... you know how people like to talk..."
"Mhmmm..." Alison hums, she doesn't like being in the mouths of everyone. But, it looks inevitable at this point. Especially when everyone with connexions in this city knows that you never, ever has to cross AD. No if you want to live... she's feared by most of the gangsters in this city and that's the only reason she let people talk about her... so the fear can spread even deeper into the secret circles that try to control this city...
Drugs, smuggling, corruption... there are so many evils in this city. Alison has plenty of options to feed Venom with. But, no matter how much guys she vanishes from this Earth. There's always someone new who comes to take over the empty spot...
Like a vicious circle, it never ends. But, Alison has no desire to think about that now, not now, when she's in front of a beautiful girl like Rebekah Mikaelson.
Trying to redirect the conversation in another direction, Alison seductively says that she likes to punish naughty girls like her. Rebekah's cheeks get flushed, pink. And, Alison aka AD, smirks proudly for making her flush so much...
It's been already more than a week since the last time they hooked up. And, looking at their eyes, at the lust and arousal they're feeling right now, it's obvious they want to do it, right now, but, before getting physical, there's something that the singer has always wanted to ask...
"Will you ever tell me your real name...?" Rebekah asks, because as fun as it's this genuine flirtation between the two of them. She wants to know more about the girl who has given her the best orgasms in her life... but...
"You know my name: AD..." Rebekah nods, she's smart enough to know she will not get another word from this enigmatic blonde...
They start kissing, making out and Rebekah smiles, loving each second of it. The smile of the singer, it brings a warm, nostalgic feeling into Alison's cold heart...
'No feelings, you said... no feelings...' That's what Venom says to Alison everytime she's with Rebekah. But, Alison doesn't listen, she doesn't want to listen because this girl, this blonde is the mirror, perfect, living image of...
"Sam..."
"Sam?" The singer asks because this is not the first time that she hears that name coming from AD's lips.
Alison shakes her head, she can't believe what she said out loud. But, it's true. This girl looks just like her dear Samara Cook. Maybe that's why she left this flirt go this far... It's not like they are a couple or anything. But, anyone knows that AD doesn't repeat a sex partner, except of her... Just Rebekah has been able to be in Alison's bed more than once.
It's because she's beautiful? It's because she's exquisite? No... it's because she looks like Samara... and, Alison knows that Samara is dead, she's dead! Alison knows it! But...
"Don't ask me why, but... just for now... let me call you Sam while I make you touch the stars..." Rebekah licks her lips when she hears the request of AD. Because she knows that fulfilling AD's fantasies will bring her the most exquisite pleasure...
"Fuck! Yes! Right there! AHHHH!" The singer uses her vocal cords to express the amazing orgasm she's feeling right now backstage.
Alison smirks when the other girl picks to her climax. 'She tastes good...' Venom says, and, Alison mumbles a 'shut up'. Because she's horny as hell, and, the last thing she needs it's Venom commenting her sex life...
Alison emerges from the wet spot, betweek Rebekah's legs, she was devouring just seconds ago and offers to continue this at her place... in her bed. Rebecca looks flushed by the invitation to stay the night at AD's loft. They just need to take the elevator since Alison lives in the same building than her club. She finds it practical, easier for the business...
It's not like Alison is afraid of people finding where she lives. If someone wants to come, looking problems, all they will find it's a very horrible death. With someone like Venom at your side, who needs to worry about its safety right? But, as tempting as it sounds to have great sex with Alison right now and all night long, the singer has to decline...
"I can't tonight... tomorrow...?" Rebekah seems a little scared of turning the offer down. The last thing she wants it's to upset AD. But there's nothing she could say to upset AD...
Alison smiles at her, the blonde softly kisses Rebekah's hand, and, says that she will be waiting for the rain check... Rebekah leaves with a big smile, without feeling scared at all... at least not for now...
And while this girl is leaving AD's nightclub. Someone else is arriving to the city...
(At the train station)
"Welcome to NY!" Spencer hears in the train station when her train arrives. The brunette deeply exhales; new job, new city... and, she can't wait to start tomorrow morning...
Yeah, welcome to NY, the big apple, the city where dreams come true, right? But, just like dreams... nightmares become true too...
(The next day...)
"Mike! A body was found on the docks this morning..."
The detective Mike Torres looks at his watch when he receives the call, it's past 5am. He was supposed to go directly to the station this morning and wait for the new recruit. But, he decides to waste no time, and, drives directly to the crime scene...
"What do we have here...?" The detective says to the forensic team that's already marking the zone and collecting evidence. One of the forensics gives him the personal belongings of the dead girl...
"Rebekah Mikaelson..." Says the detective when he reads the ID card...
Crime never takes a break, especially in a big city. And just like crime never rest, bad news neither... they always travel fast... especially towards...
(At AD's nightclub)
"Alison..."
"Don't use that name, Noel! How many times I've to tell you?!" Her eyes become black when she says with a deeper angry voice "We are AD..."
She's not longer the useless Alison DiLaurentis, she's no longer alone, she has Venom, always with her, in her corner. That's why she's AD, and, Alison should no longer exist! But...
"Rebekah is dead... her body was found this morning..."
But, when feelings surfaces... when anger and sorrow appear again in her life. She cannot hide the humanity still still have in her...
"AHHGRRR!" The blonde groans, she starts to break everything that's around her. Anger... pain... sorrow... frustration. Bottles of expensive liquors crash against the floor. And, tearing apart the entire place, it's not enough... so, she decides to shut it down again... all her emotions... all her feelings... letting her inner demon take control of the situation...
"Time to eat, Venom..." Alison mumbles to the evil she has in her, and, her eyes become black...
Yeah, just like dreams, nightmares become true too, and, there's no worse nightmare than facing the devil in person...
(In a lonely alley)
"It wasn't me, AD! I swear! I-I... I... I didn't hurt her!" The man stammers his words, scared when he's cornered against the wall in an empty alley...
"But, you were her manager! So, you know where she went last night after singing in my nightclub..."
The man just gulps, he doesn't dare to answer. His cowardice just pisses off Alison even more. Because she knows he's hiding something...
"Last call... tell me what you know. Or, I'll introduce you to Venom..."
"What? Who's Venom..?"
'Let me take it from here...' says the voice inside Alison's head, and, the blonde nods...
A big black shadow appears behind the blonde, a black liquid form with big, sharp teeth...
"OMG! OMG! I I-IAAHHH!"
The screams of the man are heard in a lonely alley of this beautiful city. A reminder that in this glamorous, fancy, sparkling city, no one is safe... no one... not even the worst evils... Maybe that's why the Mayor has decided to start a new program to reinforce the police force. A program of new recruits that starts with...
(At the police station)
"Spencer Hastings..."
"At your service, Sir!" The brunette stands stiff, in front of her superior. The chief of the police station...
"Top in her class, the younger graduate with honors..."
The chief keeps reading the file of the newbie. And, it's impressive, really. Spencer seems to have what it's needed in the job, but...
"You might think you have the skills to be a detective, regardless of your young age. But, I'm against it..." The old man says while he drops the file into his desk...
"Excuse me...?" Spencer frowns, confused. She thought that she got into the new program of detectives without a problem. Is she wrong? No, she's not...
"If the Mayor wants to send little kids to clean his streets. I've no power to stop him..." He deeply sighs and, says "But, you're a detective without any experience in the field. And, in my book, that just leads to a fuking disaster. You're still a kid, newbie. That's why I'm putting you to work with Detective Torres... he will be your new nanny..."
Spencer wants to protest, she doesn't need a nanny, but, it's not under discussion...
"Mike Torres will be the main detective in every case. You still have too much to learn, kid. So, you can assist, but, you'll say as he says. Do I make myself clear?"
"But..."
"No 'buts'! You don't like it. There's the door..." He points out the door, making very clear, this is it. Take it or leave. Spencer ponders her options and when she says nothing, it's very clear what has been her resolution...
No reply from the upset brunette. If he doesn't believe in her skills she just will need to prove him wrong. That's why she gets on the job without any objection. The chief gives her a brief debriefing about what will be her first case and without waiting anymore, she goes to join his new partner who's already waiting for her, outside of a nightclub...
(At the nightclub)
"Detective Torres...?" Spencer asks, she doesn't know how he looks like, but, who else could be standing here, wearing a badge...
"I'm sorry. I'm late..."
"It's okay newbie..." He leads them towards the building and says "Call me Mike, by the way..."
Spencer nods, she tries to introduce herself, but, before she could say a word, the detective recites her file. Spencer gulps hard, feeling a big pressure already over her shoulders, seems like everyone knows that she's smart and, top of her class. But, will that be enough to be a good detective?
"Don't worry kid. I don't expect you to be the perfect detective. Just don't make anything that could get us killed..."
Spencer gulps hard, it's the 1st day and they're already talking about dying on the job. And, talking about Death, they should be solving the murder of this girl, so, why they're in front of a nightclub? Spencer wonders...
"What are we doing in this nightclub, Mike?"
"Collecting information..." They start to walk towards the building and, says "The victim was a singer. She song here, last night..."
They stand in front of the door of the night club, the old man seems hesitating to get in... he even looks a little... scared?
"Something wrong?" Mike shakes his head, he needs to look strong in front of the new recruit, or, at least that's the lie he says to himself because he knows who owns this place. And, even if the police has never been able to find any proof against her... he knows... deep down in her guts that they're going to face the Devil in person...
You don't want to mess with these people. So, just let me do the talking, okay?"
Spencer nods, and, she has no intention to contradict him, but, she cannot keep her mouth shut when old, known faces come into the picture...
"Noel?!"
A big smirk spreads over Noel's lips when he opens the doors and see who's standing in front of him. This is gonna be fun, it's what Noel thinks when he leads them into the club where his boss is playing the piano...
"It's a new day,
It's a new life,
It's a new city for me,
And, I'm feeling good..."
The owner of the club is playing its piano, singing with a scraped and melancholy voice. Hitting each key with so much force, like if she was trying to punish the piano, but, to be honest she wants to punish someone else. Because this gorgeous blonde rules the underworld of this big city, no one should dare to commit a crime without her consent... no one should touch what it's precious to her...
This was supposed to be a new city, a new beginning for Alison. But, somehow, it seems that the same wicked feelings keep hunting her. Pain, sorrow... she was supposed to have left all of that behind, in Rosewood. But, she's wrong... feelings are reappearing... as well as people from the past...
"AD, you've visitors..." Noel announces and, AD stops playing the piano. The blonde slowly turns her head to the right, just enough to be able to see who are these 'guests'...
"OMG! You're alive!" Spencer mumbles like a whisper, like if she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing...
"Well, well. What do we have here...?" The blonde smirks, with a devious smile on her face when she sees a pale Spencer Hasting standing there, in front of her...
It's clear that Alison is amused by Spencer's facial expression. The poor brunette was so freaking out, it was like if she was seeing a ghost...
"You're alive... you, Ali-..."
"AD... you can call us AD..." Alison's eyes seem a little darker when she talks about herself in plural. Because Alison DiLaurentis doesn't exist anymore. And, the hell she will let Spencer bring up the past.
This is a new city... a new beginning... even if the evils stay the same...