Lucifina: Hello! Well not many people reviewed the first installment of this little fic, but I suddenly got the gumption to write a second chapter so, enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I own Ravyn, Dezi, and Poison. Everything else of In the Forest of the Night belong to Amelia Atwater Rhodes, the uberest vampire fiction writer EVER!
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Chapter Two: The Dungeon
The Dungeon was already packed with gyrating figures in black as Ravyn strolled inside. Her midnight attire only accentuated her pale complexion, giving her an ethereal sort of beauty, and she moved easily through the crowd on her way to the bar. She didn't much care for dancing. Drinking, however, was definitely her forte.
Without reservation she boldly leaned over the bar and extracted a black bottle from under the counter. This particular drink was only found in certain parts of the underground, The Dungeon being one of the only clubs in the city audacious enough to stock it.
"Poison," A husky male voice remarked as she leaned back from the bar. "How appropriate."
Ravyn smirked as the man finished his thought. "Indeed," She agreed, turning to face the speaker. Dark eyes gazed at her from behind a thin veil of onyx locks and she could tell he was definitely well toned in the abs department, from the way she could practically name every muscle in his torso through his fishnet top. So as to not give away the fact she was staring, she quickly met his gorgeous black eyes.
"You know the drink." She stated, glancing momentarily at the bottle. The only decal on the black glass was the insignia of the creator: A blood red tarantula.
"I drink nothing else," He told her, boldly taking the bottle from her hands and taking a deep swig.
Ravyn smirked approvingly at the fact he neither flinched nor choked on the liquid as it passed thickly through his esophagus.
He passed the bottle back to her and she took a drink mirroring his own. The acidic liquid would burn the chest of any lightweight consumer, but she knew how to handle her liquor.
"I like it rough." She told him as she leaned back on her elbows against the bar, the bottle hanging loosely from her fingertips.
He grinned at her. "Do you now." He stepped forward and placed one hand on the edge of the bar, close to her waist. The distance between them had thinned rapidly and Ravyn could feel his hot breath on her neck as he reached his other hand around her waist and closed the space between them.
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It was nearly four in the morning when Ravyn finally returned to her dark apartment. Her cat, Dezi, mewed at her from the table by the door where she dropped her keys.
"Not now, Dez." Ravyn moaned as she pressed a hand to her head.
'You know, no matter how many meaningless men you hook up with, you can never heal the pain of the past.'
"Be silent, demon." Ravyn spat.
'You're only bitter because I speak the truth, mistress.'
"Silence!" Ravyn snarled.
Where the feline was, a dark-skinned young woman now stood. Her long dark-brown hair fell in straight waves to her mid-back and she regarded her mistress with tolerant eyes.
"You cannot order me around, Ravyn. I know what lies in your heart. The only person you can lie to in this room is yourself."
Ravyn shut her eyes tight.
"You cannot tune me out, either." Dezi smirked, sensing the woman's thoughts.
"Why can't I just leave you on the side of the highway with the other strays?" Ravyn muttered bitterly.
Dezi smirked, dark eyes glinting wickedly. "You're a cat-lover."
Ravyn's eyes narrowed. "Damn it all."
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Lucifina: So! Yeah. Not much of a "cliffie" but hey. You'll live, wont you? Anywho… REVIEW! And the third installment might arrive sooner than the second… (I'm the worst at updates… Get over it!)