Sorry I didn't update sooner, I was out shopping :3
I got myself a charmander blanket 3
So anyway, hope ya like it! Here goes nothing,
The Salamander grumbled complaints as he walked up to the door to allow me in. I could hear him harshly say, "This better be fucking good, or else someone's dying..." But when he saw me standing in the door way, looking nervous I'm sure, his scowl was replaced with his evil grin. "Ah, Luce. Come in," He ordered and opened the door wider so I could squeeze past.
I gave a crude nod and walked into this room he was always in. It looked like the ordinary bedroom, there was a king sized bed that was covered in a red and black comforter sitting in the middle of the room, there was a red lamp that sat on the night stand next to the bed and there was a giant dresser on the side of the room. Everything was normal until my gaze fell on what else lay on the night stand. There was a stack of bills-I guessed at least a grand- and next to that was a shiny silver pistol.
"So...uh-why did you want me to come here?" I asked, I figured it was best to get strait to business instead of beating around the bush. I turned back to the pink haired man that still stood near the now closed door and tried to give him my sweetest smile.
He returned the fake smile with a wider grin of his own that, like always, sent cold chills down my spine. He started stepping closer to me while he spoke, "I like your style, you have a certain energy in you that makes me want you around." He stopped when he was way past my personal space and raised an eye brow at me. "I want you to work for me."
I should've known that's why he wanted me here... But the guy's got money and mama's gotta get bread somehow. "How much will you be paying me?" I asked as I closed the space between us. If he wants a whore, I'll give him one. My hands lingered over his body as I moved my hand slowly down from his chest to his naval.
He chuckled at my straightforwardness, grabbed my hands to stop them and shook his head, "No-no. That's not why I want you here. Your money earned will all depend on how well you work. For instance, you sell alot that week n' I'll pay ya good. You do bad the next week and you wont get shit from me." He pushed me away and ran a hand through his long pink hair.
God I'd love to run my hands through that hair.. I shook my head to get the thought out and muttered, "So you don't want me as your whore? 'Cuz I could so do that..." I looked over to his money on the table again.
He fallowed my gaze and a another smirk came across his face. I staired at the money for a moment too long but broke my gaze when I felt the Salamander's eyes burning into the side of my face. I looked back to see him intently watching me. We stood there for a moment, both searching the other's eyes for a clue to what the other was thinking until he asked, "What do ya need the money for?"
I scoffed at his question. What don't I need money for? Food, a car, a place to sleep... "I have a little one to look after and we need a place to sleep. So if I'm not gettin' payed well, I'm not interested.."
The Salamander's eyes lit up in a rage and I backed up a few steps so I wasn't in his line of fire. I still don't know this man, shit I didn't even know his real name. And a whole lifetime of abusive men has taught me to never get close to them when they're angry. I've been hit by a few of my clients before, being the reason that I carry a knife around at all times, so I knew that look all too well.
But I was surprised when the Salamander closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them then exhaled. He looked calm once again. He walked past me to the window that over looked the projects and thought for a moment. I was too scared to speak so I let him have his moment. It was torture to just stand here and wait for him to say something.
I was relieved when he finally spoke, "A kid huh? Didn't think you'd have one.. Well I can't let a single mom live out on the streets, now can I?" He turned back to me and his eyes told me that he had a new determination. I decided not to anger him again by telling him that Wendy wasn't technically my kid. "I have another deal to make with you! I'll let you stay in this apartment building for free as long as you get a tattoo for the gang. All the girls need to do it."
A tattoo? He wants to MARK me? Like I'm some kind of fucking DOG? I violently shook my head. There was no way in hell I would let my first tattoo be a marking of some kind, pinning me to this man and this group. I didn't even know what group this was!
"Why not?" He asked softly, god he was so up and down.
I struggled to find my voice, "B-because, I'm-uhm.. I'm not some kind of fucking dog!" I was yelling by the end of the sentence. "I'm a human, even though I get payed for my body, I'm still a person! I don't even know you and you want me to get a fucking tattoo for this gang! I don't even know the name you guys, or you! So why on Earthland would I get this tattoo?"
"Fairy tail," He said calmly. "The gang's name is fairy tail." I knew that name. It was the biggest gang in all of New York City. Also the most dangerous, meaning the cops were constantly looking for them.
His tranquility pissed me off further. "Okay, so this Fairy tail of yours, how the fuck is it suppose to help me? I have things to take care of! I have a child to feed and I need to make sure there's a place for me to rest my head at night! Joining some THUGS is NOT going to solve my problems. You'll only further them."
Something I said must've sent him over the edge. He growled and walked closer to me, making me step back instinctively. "Thugs?" He asked with a harsh tone. "Do I look like some random ghetto thug to you?"
He awaited my answer but I was too scared to voice my opinion so I shook my head.
Salamander continued, "I'm more than a thug, baby. I'm the most dangerous thing you'll ever meet in this city. In this state. In this filthy god damn country. You wanna know why I want you to get this tattoo?"
Once again he paused to let me answer. I managed a small, "Mhm.." while I cowered from the still stalking man.
"Because," He breathed when my back hit the wall. "I mark what's mine."
This sent rage boiling through my body once again. I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out my knife and flicked my wrist so the blade was out. I held it toward him and whimpered with less confidence than I thought I had, "B-but, I'm a person not a thing. You can't mark me."
He gave a bitter laugh then slammed my body harder into the wall, making me drop my only line of defense. The knife hit my exposed foot but thankfully didn't stab me. One minute I was worrying about my foot and the next his lips were on mine and he was forcefully kissing me. Without my consent his tongue parted my lips and invaded my mouth while his leg pressed up against my crotch.
It sent a warmth through me that I had never felt before so I closed my eyes and enjoyed it for the time being. But just as he was suddenly on me, he stopped the kiss and leaned his head close to my ear. I kept my eyes shut and relished in the feeling of how close he was to me.
His breath was hot against my neck and ear as he mocked, "I can and I will mark you. You're mine now." He let go of my arms and let me fall to the floor. I felt so pathetic like that, laying down in a coke dealers room fighting the urge to touch him again. When I finally had the courage, I opened my eyes I saw this strange man facing away from me. He muttered, "You go against me and... well let's just say you'll end up like Lisanna." He laughed to himself, like he was sharing some inside joke with me.
I stayed silent on the ground for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation I was now in but was quickly interrupted by Salamander yelling, "Get the fuck out of my house."
I jumped to action, grabbing my knife then standing up and bolting toward the door. When I reached for the door knob his voice stopped me. He simply ordered, "You better be back here at 1 o'clock SHARP, don't make me look for you again."
I nodded, hoping he could see me, the quickly raced out of the door. On the other side I came face to face with Erza. I jumped and let out a slight screech but she looked unfazed by me suddenly running into her.
"Oh, hello again, Lucy. How was your visit with the Salamander?" She asked with an unemotional expression.
I gave a nervous laugh and said, "Fine-fine..." She nodded and started to lead me out of the house but I stopped her and asked quickly, "Who's Lisanna?"
Erza seemed shocked by my question. Atleast she was showing some emotion... With slight hesitation, the red head looked over to the table and pointed. My eyes fallowed her finger and I saw the shot-white haired girl again, who started to shrink under the table at the mention of her name. I took the time to study her, her hair wasn't just short but it looked ragged. Kind of like it was done unprofessionally or cut off by the pony tail. It was uneven. And her face looked to be a little swollen, she had a crack in her lip and her nose stuck out like it had been broken numerous times.
I shuddered at the thought of why she looked like that. But of course my curiousity got the best of me and I decided to ask Erza in a hushed tone, "What happened to her?"
Erza quickly pushed me to the door and opens it. Without another word she shoved me out into the apartment's hallway and slammed the door in my face.
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