Disclaimer: Twilight and all of its characters and plot all belong to the amazing Stephanie Meyer nothing belongs to me but my plot (except the parts were I burrow SM Plot) and the original characters that will be introduced in the future.
P.s. This chapter should have been something different but I changed the whole idea recently, I am not very happy with it as in the writing department but I am honestly too lazy to fix it more than I already did. Now I wanted to add some action but it ended being another fill in but I promise a very important part of the general outline. In case it isn't clear I am totally blocked with this fanfic, I have the plot planned but no encouragement to actually write it. So please encourage me. Reviews would do the trick, I swear. Please?
Another important thing I would like to dedicate this to my beautiful, crazy ass smart, kind, talented, selfless, oblivious best friend in the whole wide world, happy early birthday Nanoos . I love you darling and even though you are completely blind to how much of an amazing person you are , I am not. You know I don't lie, so please believe me when I tell you that all the above characteristics don't even come close in explaining your true pure incredible personality. Please believe in yourself darling, and stop seeing only the imperfections. You ARE perfect just the way you are. I swear. I will always love you, and I will always be here even if by some freak accident in the future we stopped being friends, I will always be there. Regardless of anything else.
Please after you are done read the A/N in the end.
Please enjoy: D
I went home.
Nobody was home, only a note from Charlie saying that he will cover for another guy's shift over the night.
It was the first time I smiled a genuine smile in a very long time.
It seemed like everything was going perfectly, no sneaking out from Charlie since he won't be here in the first place.
I ran upstairs, opened my wardrobe, I had to find something different to wear.
Something like what I was used to wear back home. When we went clubbing.
All my cloths here were very far from that, I looked closer trying to find anything Alice brought me, I knew there were a lot of those clothing articles everywhere.
And for the first time I realized, there weren't. He took everything.
"Like I never existed"
His words rang in my head, with the pieces clicking together. If I was angry before, I was livid at the moment.
I started pacing trying to lose the excess anger, I just didn't understand, why would he erase my friendship with Alice? Why the cruelty? I didn't understand.
Then again nobody ever make Alice do what she doesn't want to.
She approved of this, she did this. She erased all of our memories.
A scream fell from my lips, and this time it wasn't pain. It was pure red fury.
How dare she? How dare she leave me like this? I always thought he made them, but who was I kidding nobody can force Alice to do anything against her will. Alice always gets her way. ALWAYS.
Suddenly my vision started to cloud, red spots filling my vision. I was never more livid. I knew what I wanted to do.
The phrase "breaks your promise to him" kept circling my mind.
I turned around and kept checking my clothes again. Maybe I will find anything that will remotely work. I remembered how much I hated how Alive played Bella Barbie with me.
I remembered why I hated it so much; it reminded me of my girls back home doing the exact same thing to me. It was torture.
Then my hands felt something too soft to be one of my sweaters. I pulled it out.
God, how did this slip in here.
It was a small black number, spaghetti straps, sweetheart neck line, and mid thigh.
It was a size smaller than me. It wasn't mine. I bought it once as a gift for Jade.
Just before all hell broke loose, I never had time to wrap it or give it to her.
God, I really didn't want to think about that at the moment.
I am not sure it will fit, but then again I lost weight.
I stripped quickly and put it on. It fit quite snuggly hugging my curves all in the right places. I didn't lose that much weight. I looked great.
Fine maybe I need to gain a couple of pounds so that my ribs won't stick out like that, but they are no were in sight in this dress.
It was too short, too tight and too sexy for me.
Back home I wore stuff like this all the time because that's how I thought it was normal.
And there it really was, even then though I was very self conscious about myself. But after a couple of drinks things as trivial as how much skin I was showing, didn't matter in the slightest.
I needed shoes, something other than my converse. The whole dress and converse compo reminded me too much of my prom with HIM being my date.
I knew however that I owned nothing of such nature.
I put my converse on with distaste, I still needed money though. I remembered my credit card, from Grandpa David. The one I haven't used since I came here.
I hide it in my dress, I knew it sound utterly trashy but I won't go around with a bag not where I was going.
I grabbed my keys and ran to my car.
A few hours later
I drove to Seattle and stopped at a boutique to buy some thigh high black leather stiletto boots that would have made Alice proud. Alice, who left me.
My hand tightened on the steering wheel, driving all of this distance in a truck with this speed almost made me want to turn back. But I finally made it. I drove around trying to find a club that would remind me of the ones back home.
I saw a couple of college students walking toward their cars from a restaurant. They were very expensive cars might I add. If anyone knew where I wanted to go, it would be people like this.
I parked quickly and approached them. Getting used to the heels wasn't a problem; I always tripped in them from physiological issues not true balance issues. Too many memories.
I put on my best flirtatious smile and patted one on the arm and like true idiots their age; some wolf whistled while some cat called, the one I approached turned a round, his eyes popping out of their sockets then attaching themselves somewhere below my neck.
I cleared my throat, so that the pervert infront of me would top ogling my torso so that he can help me with what I want.
"How can I help you?" he said with a shit eating grin on his face. Probably wondering why I singled him out or why I was approaching him. Maybe he thinks he will get lucky tonight. Poor bastard. He is good looking just eighty years younger than my type.
'I was wondering if you have any idea where I could find the hottest club around, I am new here "I blinked at him and looked up from under my eyelashes like the girls back home taught me.
He gulped and nodded. "There is this place called the Underworld, it is the hardest place in whole Washington to get into, very few even know what the insides look like"
Hmm, sound perfect a place like that won't be filled with horny teenagers and petty drinks.
I smiled at him and asked him how I can get there, he gave me the direction. Once he did, I turned around and left immediately. Leaving them gaping behind me. If they thought that I would waste a second with them, they were very mistaken.
The music bounced off the maroon walls. Faint light filtered through the crescent shaped figures in the ceiling. The walls were decorated by tragically placed magnified phrases in black gothic handwriting from different vampire novels through the ages. Everyone was dressed in black. Most of them wore gothic make up. The music that was shacking the walls was either hard rock or metal; all I knew was that the vibrations were doing miracles in improving my mood.
There was a bar on the opposite end of the dance floor. Black marble with blood red velvet drapes and cushioned stools of the same material. Black marble columns were scattered around the club with some of the same drapes connected them together giving the sense of mystery. There was a high chamber to the left, small rounded but luxurious private VIP booth; the whole booth was made of black marble with drapes of black lace and blood red velvet and satin tangled together around it. Making whoever inside unseen.
However they could see whatever they wanted. It almost looked like royalty sat up there. The name of the club was *The Underworld*. Yes I can see the irony. Yes it is a place where vampire crazed people gathers to dance their hearts out. No I really don't care about how many clichés surround this place. It was the only place I could find that had a remotely familiar partying atmosphere to the luxury I was used to back home. The waiting line was blocks long, yet with my little black dress and my sky high fuck me boots and a pat on the bouncers arm. I went right in.
I stood by the bar just taking the place in. A smirk formed on my lips as I watched all of the people around me. They all looked dangerous. I thought it would be a bunch of teenagers playing dress up. I was thankfully wrong. They were in their twenties, some in their thirties. People were scattered around either drinking weird looking red drinks in bizarre glasses or dancing exotically on the dance floor. No one looked out of place. They all looked as if they knew one another as if this was regular occurrence.
I was really doing this; I was probably in the shadiest place in the entire Washington state. There was no better way to break my promise, a little bitter chuckle rose from my chest.
I felt the need for alcohol gnawing at my insides. I walked slowly - my hips sawing to the bar. I took a seat and almost let out a sigh at how amazingly comfortable the cushioned stools were. A young looking gorgeous bartender approached me. He was shirtless and heavily muscled as where the rest of the employees. All of their torsos shined as if they had oil rubbed on them. It was quite amusing what grown men could do for a job. They all wore black tight leather pants with leather bows. It looked almost like strip club attire.
There were no women serving. It was unusual but not strange.
"Hey there beautiful, first time around? "He huskily threw at me with a panty dropping smile. Too bad they had no effect on mine. I have seen what is more beautiful than all of these males put together. I am positive that if there was a worldwide male beauty contests that HE would win hands down.
My suspicions were proven correct that everyone were familiar with each other. The bartender looked taken aback that I didn't respond the way he was used to from female customers. I sighed quietly and answered, afraid that they might kick me out, I don't fit in.
"Yes, I would like a drink please" my voice was polite but not flirtatious as was his. Again he looked almost disappointed that I wasn't engaging him in conversation. Weird, I mean there were many gorgeous women around. I wasn't one of them. Why would he want my attention? Again, I tried reminding myself of how I looked at the moment. I suppose I should be flattered.
"Well darling our menu here is different, all of our drinks are bloody "he threw another smile at me, probably as a last attempt. I really hope that he was joking. Bloody? I mean I get that the like vampires and I saw that the drinks where red, but Blood?
He continued when he saw the mask of confusion and repulsion on my face.
"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist there Sugar. I mean they are all like blood in appearance. It is our theme. They are all original drinks. The owner created them. See there is the death kiss, the bloody afterlife, the undead, undead special, the virgin sacrifice, the staked heart and the haunted coffin"
Weird. Very much so. I have no idea what they contain but I could barely bring myself to care. I just wanted to get wasted. Some of the names sounded creative some were downright clichés but all of them where amusing nonetheless.
"The strongest you have and keep them coming"
He again looked taken aback.
"Are you sure? It is pretty harsh to pretty little things like you "
Hell no, he didn't. Pretty little thing my ass.
" the last time I checked I was the customer and you were the one serving the drinks not chatting me into your bed, so get me my fucking drink " My voice was low, cold and almost scary.
He paled, and took a couple of steps back. Yea, hide your tail between your legs puppy.
"The bloody afterlife, it is ".
I looked around and a satisfied smile stretched on my face. Finally I might actually work my anger out on the dance floor. After I became familiar with all of my memories the need to become the girl I once was overwhelmed me.
"Here you go "
An incredibly tall glass with pointed glass tips decorating it and black painted spider web sprung upwards from the base; it was filled to the half with a thick red liquid. I took a sniff still suspicious that they might have any sort of blood involved. I didn't want to faint in the middle of a place like this.
It smelled sweet with a bitter base. I held the glass cautious of the tips and took a sip.
Damn. It was extremely strong; I could sense the vodka and some other alcoholic beverages mixed together. There was a strawberries base too. I smiled as it burned down my throat; I think I just found my new favorite drink.
I finished the glass in five long gulps. The calm euphoria spread immediately through my limps. A giggle escaped my throat.
A shadow played on my arm, a small crescent shape from the wall above me. It looked like the bite James left me with. The irony was almost laughable.
The night was young and I just got started. The Underworld here I come.
Author's note:
Hello guys, I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed, alerted or added this story to their fav list. You guys could always make my day much brighter. I had this idea the other day. I am always curious about what people who don't know each other think of each other by only reading what a person wrote. Based on their style, plot and characters. So I want you guys when you review tell me about how old you think I am, whether I am a girl or a guy and where I am from. I had this up last chapter but very few people answered and even those they didn't give the THREE facts. So keep them coming
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