A/N: Well, ladies, gents. Am bored. No further news today.
Chapter 13 – Clubbing Again.
The group grabbed their key cards from the reception desk. It had been decided that John and Randy would share, Matt and his brother Jeff would share, Rey would room with Dave, while the divas shared the huge penthouse suite on the top floor. The men taking up the floor below them.
"Wow." Rylee and Laura gasped as Trish opened the door to their suite, Amy laughed as she dragged her suitcase in behind them.
"Ash! Vicky!" Amy yelled, dropping her bags down on the sofa in the middle of the living room. Both divas came running out of opposite rooms, running into each other in front of the others.
"Ouch!" Vicky scrunched up her nose as she rubbed her forehead.
"Where have you people been!" Ashley yelled excitedly, flapping her arms around and jumping up and down. "We have clubs to be partying in! There are unstable tables for us to be dancing on! And I will be damned if I don't get every one of you completely mapped!" Ashley yelled running back into her room.
"I like that girl." Laura laughed.
Ashley ran back into the living room, her arms full of make up, clothes and accessories. The other divas ran into their individual rooms, unpacked their bag, showered, changed into sweats and rejoined in the living room, fifteen minutes later.
"Okay, in this corner we have clothes. Suitable for all." Lillian Garcia, who had been home for the week and had to catch a different plane to meet the WWE, got to the room later than the others. All seven divas sat in the middle of the living room floor. "In this corner," Lillian pointed to the nearest sofa, using her announcer talents. "We have make-up, ranging from New York Colour to Mac." She pointed to the opposite sofa. "Ladies, we also have accessories that match every outfit we could possibly come up with, as well as every make-up combination." She pointed to the coffee table, which the divas had pushed away so that they could all sit in a circle on the floor. "And lastly, we have hair products and appliances. This includes hair curlers and straighteners, bobbles, combs, clips and slides."
"We have approximately 45 minutes before John attempt to break the door down." Amy said glancing at her watch.
"Lets go then." The divas began taking up different tasks, all selected their outfits, before moving on to have Lillian and Trish do their make-up, then moving as Rylee and Ashley sorted out accessories, and then finally moving along to Laura and Amy who took charge of the hairstyles for the night. Victoria looked on as she arranged the limo's to and from the clubs, for the divas and their gentlemen friends.
"Let's go girls. John is threatening the door again!" Amy yelled sarcastically. "And we all know he gets really angry when the door wins."
"Shut it, Red!" John yelled back through the door. He peered through the peephole in the door. John being on the outside could only see a group of upside down women walking away from him. The door swung open, John fell to the feet of seven divas.
"Get up, ya retard!" Amy yelled at John. He stood up to look at Rylee, she smiled sweetly. Her hair was still black with red highlights but was flicked; her make-up was red and black. She wore a tight red corset, "It's okay to stare!" in black curly writing across her chest. A top that Rylee had changed to resemble Melina's tops that she occasionally wore at ringside. Melina had sent down her bags, as the Smackdown diva was going to be late back. A very short black skirt, fishnets and black stiletto boots covered her legs. She cleared her throat to snap John back into the real world, as the rest of the gang walked towards the elevator. John and Rylee entered the elevator last.
Laura suddenly started to giggle; she pulled out a piece of chalk from her pocket, standing in the corner, and drew a semi-circle around where she stood. She looked up. "This is my space." Laura smirked, before turning her back on the group and humming the mission impossible theme.
The divas all walked into the club, the men slowly stalking behind them. Rylee, Trish and Ashley dragged the others out onto the dance floor while Dave and Rey found a table suitable to hold all of the gang. John and Randy headed over to the bar to order the gangs long list of drinks. The two brothers, Matt and Jeff, had the best spot, dancing in the middle of the seven divas. Lillian had decided that tonight she was not going home alone and would find one of the superstars. Ashley was dancing around Matt, making sure that everyone got the hint that he was hers. Victoria got bored after a while, being noticed by to many drunken men, she returned to the booth where the majority of the men were sitting.
John watched from the table, a beer in hand, as Rylee danced with Jeff.
Didn't she feel the same as him?
Didn't she feel a weird lonely pain inside when he wasn't around?
That's how it felt for him.
How could she dance so perfectly, without him?
Didn't she realise what she was doing to him?
Jealous washed over John's body. He couldn't take it; he was the one that Rylee liked.
Wasn't he?
He was the one that had stayed with her. He had roomed with her. He was the one that had calmed her nerves before she had had her dark match with Laura. He was always there. Not bearing in mind that John had been the one to put her in harms way. He still did not fully know what had happened with this Benji that got Laura and Rylee so worked up. Every time he was mentioned they would get a glassed over look in their eyes, their faces would turn pale.
What had this man done to these two beautiful girls that could crush them on the mention of a word?
John sighed. He was going to have to do something about this. LL Cool J and Jennifer Lopez's Control Myself began to sound out through the club. Bodies dancing everywhere, but John still managed to keep her eyes on his prize. Rylee. She grinded her hips against Jeff. Randy watched from a near by seat, he watched Rylee dance with Jeff, saw her little action and then he glanced over to his best friend.
Yup, Randy thought taking a sip of his beer, if you didn't have his attention, ya soddin well do now. Watching as John downed the last of his beer, stood up and walked up to the dancing couple. Jeff's face was plastered with a school boy grin; Rylee licked her lips as she watched John approach. Knowing that he had been watching her for hours now, Rylee took one last swing of her hips before Jeff moved away to find some more alcohol.
John took her hips in his hands, pulling her closer to him. He needed this, he needed her. He stared downed into her eyes; they glittered back up at him. Rylee smirked; she could feel his hot breath on her neck. She placed a hand on his chest protectively; she could feel his heart race. She kissed his neck, from his collar bone upwards; she pulled back, only milliseconds from his lips. She smirked at John.
Then she saw him.
Standing to her side.
He had found her again.
He had promised he would never let go.
He had always said he didn't mind a world wide game of hide and seek, he always said he would win.
He grinned like he always did before her 'take downs' as he would call them.
In the corner of her eye she saw Laura, her best friend; she would never get here in time, the colour drained from her face.
Not even John could save her now. The man less then three inches from her couldn't stop this pain that she knew she deserved.
In the milliseconds the she had Rylee tensed her body, it hurt less that way. Past experience.
Then without John noticing the shiny, cool surface tore through Rylee's skin, he pulled it out, and stabbed at her agonizing body again.
As she hit the floor, she heard the blade drop beside her and she thought to herself, He's could have done worse, he could have hurt Laura. The music was a blur now. The voices were a blur now. The faces were gone. He had left. John and Laura knelt by her head, the other panicking around her, at the sight of the blood leaking her to separate wounds.
"Laura," She choked out. "I love you." Single tears ran down the cheeks of both girls. Best friends, sisters' destiny had forgotten to give them. "Benji." Rylee passed out from the lack of blood, the pounding in her head and the excruciating pain.
A/N: Muh ha ha ha. Hello, just three lil reviews and ill update again. Click on the box, ya know ya want too, x Abbey x.