Death, destruction, angst, blood, guts, and a lot of bullets. Throw in a packet of spearmint chewing gum and you have my life.
This is the diary of Buffy Anne Summers. Your normal everyday assassin with a twist.
"Welcome to Bloodshed. Sunnydales and the whole of the west coasts most finest illegal fighting ring."
That one line changed my whole life. I know that sounds so dramatic but it did. It told me something I didn't know, hadn't known for years. It told me how lonely I really was.
Now I know who ever is reading this will obviously want a description of bloodshed, however, yes I did say however its not important right now. Patience is a virtue you know? All you really need to know was that it was my first time and I hated it. It suffocated me in strange way.
The second time I went was worse. The third, I don't even want to think about, but I got addicted, addicted to the lull of the club. The smell of the alcohol, smoke, sweat and blood mixed together excited me. The people there became my friends. I became a regular, I only watched. Does it make me a bad person to watch people being beaten to bloody pulp and enjoying the excitement of it? Call me what you want, a sadist, a psychopath, whatever you want. I just enjoyed it.
Police was no worry; they sometimes came and watched too! Bets were made for every fight, you could make up to and more than a thousand dollars a fight, depending on who was actually fighting. More bets are actually placed on the women fighters. Why? Well because when women actually fight, believe it or not they put more effort into it. Anyway you either won, or you were nearly hospitalised.
Faith sometimes fights. The first time I watched her fight, I admit I was scared, scared to the point I was nearly shitting my self; but she amazed me. She fought this troll of a man and took him down in four well placed and timed moves. A knee to the balls, a knee to the nose, a punch to the stomach, a sweeping floor kick and he was down shaking the whole floor with him.
There are fights every night, but the more say high profiled fights happen every Friday and Saturday night. On these nights the biggest bets are placed, the fights are longer and there are more dodgy-er people there. When I say dodgy I mean gang lords, drug lords, loan sharks, weapon dealers, lawyers, police men and there are business people; which I find odd. These guys come from all over the west coast, sometimes only for one fight and sometimes they are there the whole night.
They have their own private section with their own private bodyguards. In them sections, you never see anyone who's not wearing Armani, or Gucci suits. These dodgy people are guess what…minted, and I mean minted to the bone. These guys would have their own waitresses with a bar selling only expensive alcohol and champagne, and everything they would do would be in cash. Literally, it's like their cash is flowing out of their wallets like water. I envy these bastards for having all that money, and the girls who are permanently attached on to their arms.
Anyway, forget about them for now. What was I saying?
Oh crap!
Never mind.
Oh yeah me being a regular! I'm such a…blah sometimes.
Now I had been going to Bloodshed for a couple months, so I knew who were the regulars and who would come every other week or month. I know you're wondering why that is so important. Wait. You're a diary, do diaries actually wonder? I think I'm going crazy, and going off topic too.
As I was saying, by knowing who everyone was or the certain type of person they were, I knew who to watch out for. Being caught in that place is not a good thing. Not a good thing for any one even if you're practically a nobody. Some of the police in Sunnydale and L.A know about this place and as I said before they come and watch too, but yes there's a but, the ones that don't know of Bloodshed, you know the type. Straight laced goody-two-shoes? Yeah well them types, they don't quite agree to the idea of this place. They are the ones that you need to be hidden from. They are the ones that could make you're life hell. They are the ones that we need to turn over to the dark side. Sorry. I'm running away with what I am saying here. Please ignore that part.
I remember the first time I ever had to run from the police; I'm telling you now that its not a good thing to run wearing 3 and a half inch heels for the first time! It was also the first time I met him. Oh, you don't even know who "him" is…well I'll just have to start from the beginning of that night.
Hmm...I'm going to make the chapters longer. Well I'm going to try anyway! Review? You know you want to...
Alexia..