Chapter 1: the woman in pink
Tonight, in the strip club was mostly busy, middle aged men or men sixty plus were expecting a lap dance or a quickie in the alleyway. Since Daisy Mare was sick Candy Kitten was asked to fill in for her, ever since she was eighteen Candy Kitten danced around poles and gave strangers Lap dances. It wasn't the best of jobs, but it'll have to do for now, in fact Candy kitten wasn't her real name.
Her real name was Hermione Granger.
She got the name from an perfume ad that she saw on a billboard, she liked it so much that Hermione decided to use it as her stripper name .Everyone loved it when she dressed up as a kitten the men found it hot and the others were jealous that she got all the attention, Hermione had looks her hair was no longer frizzy it was now straight, brown eyes, pink lips, pearl white teeth, her skin was soft, she pierced her ears twice on each side. luckily, she grew to her natural height, soft curves, long limbs and perky breasts.
The only thing she didn't have was love, that's all Hermione ever wanted. Someone to love her she stared herself down in the mirror Hermione tied her long brown hair into a ponytail and reached for her wig with bangs, adjusting the wig on her head to cover her real hair Hermione applied her favourite lip gloss, brushed on sparkly pink eyeshadow across her eyelids and lastly, she applied light pink blush.
Satisfied with her makeup Hermione slipped out of her pink silk dressing gown and let it slip to the floor she placed her hands on her hips admiring her reflection, she wore latex pink thigh high boots with silver buckles, lacy pink gaterbelts, a tight fitting pink latex body suit with a criss cross pattern over her breasts and to top it off she wore fuzzy pink cat ears on top of her head.
"Candy Kitten! you're wanted." her boss called from the back room.
"Coming!" she called back before leaving she spritzed on some perfume on her wrists and sashayed into the blinding lights, Hermione took a deep breath to calm herself then walked to a table with a pole an sixty year old man helped her onto the table. She thanked him and began to twirl around the pole then she noticed that four more men had sat at her table, watching her every move like prey with their beady eyes.
On the other side of the room a blonde-haired man sat on a leather stool, back turned away from the crowd. The man hated coming here but he had no choice this was the only place in town who served blood to vampires there was too much flesh exposed and the man just sipped at his drink, ignoring the crowd. He sipped his shot glass of blood splashed with a hint of tequila and ignored everyone, the stranger made the mistake by turning his back he locked eyes with the woman in pink she was twirling around the pole and three more men tried to tug her down from the table.
The woman clung onto the pole for dear life the stranger finished his drink with one long gulp and sped towards the table, waiting in the shadows the stranger saw the wrinkly old man reached out to touch the woman's skin. He wrapped a hand around the bony old wrist "what do you think you're doing, sonny?" he croaked, eyeing the stranger suspiciously.
"I'm going to hurt you very badly, so don't touch her again or I'll snap your wrist or else" he warned. The other men at the table stopped trying to touch and grope the woman they laid out hundred-dollar bills and paid close attention to the stranger.
"Or else what?" the man challenged.
"Or else this." then suddenly the sound of bones snapping in half filled the noisy room all their eyes widened in horror.
"If you want this to happen to you, I suggest leaving and all of you never come back." The stranger snarled, baring his sharp blood coated fangs, still screaming in pain the old man yanked his wrist back from the death like grip and scampered away so did the others. The woman in pink didn't say a single word all, instead she just stared at the stranger he turned his back on her and saw her legs tremble with fear. The next minute he knew the woman collapsed onto the table, sighing in frustration the stranger walked over to her and carefully gathered her limp body into his arms and studied her facial features.
Her hair was shockingly pink, her eyes were a warm brown, her lips were soft and kissable, perfect eyebrows, long lashes and pearl white teeth. His eyes trailed down her body, somehow, she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw her. He sighed to himself and sped home he gently laid her down on the couch and thrown a blanket over her, shifting in her sleep the woman smiled softly and yawned. The stranger reached out to touch her a short strand of brown hair laid on her cheek, suddenly he remembered where he saw her the woman dressed in pink was his high school crush - Hermione Granger. He felt rage and sadness boil in his blood.
How could she do this to him?
He wanted to rip her wig off and kill her on the spot, but his heart told him otherwise he left the cold and empty room and sat by the window he lit a cigarette and smoked the stress away. Many questions zapped through his mind he wanted Hermione to answer them all , no question unanswered.
But for tonight he'll let her sleep.
Tomorrow she has a lot of explaining to do.
And maybe He'll tell her how he felt about her after all these stolen years.