bite me (I'll love you anyway) // jenlisa

Chapter 1

A/N: This story doesn't belong to me. Credits to lostariels (thanks for letting me adapt this amazing story!)

Enjoy!

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The music was thumping loudly in the club, and Lisa could feel the vibrations beneath her feet, and the effects of the alcohol she'd consumed made her feel like she was listening to the music underwater. The club was tightly packed with bodies, and Lisa could feel claustrophobia creeping up on her as she slipped through the heaving crowd. A feeling of unease swept over Lisa as the back of her neck prickled.

Someone was watching her.

She should leave.

Seeking out Bambam at the bar, Lisa stumbled over to his side. Her face was ghostly in the flashing fluorescent lights as Bam turned to look at her, his smile disappearing as her took in the crinkle between Lisa's eyebrows.

"Are you okay?"

"I feel ... I don't know, weird?" Lisa shrugged self-consciously, looking over her shoulder as she scanned the club. She didn't see anyone looking straight at her, but the feeling was still there. "I think I'm going to go."

"Come on, Lisa," Bam whined, holding up the two shots he'd just bought them. "It's barely even midnight."

"You stay," Lisa told him, waving away the drink. "I'm going to head home."

"Let me just drink these and I'll come with you," Bam told her, throwing his head back as he downed the shot.

"It's fine. I'm just going to get a cab," Lisa told him. "You stay."

Bam hesitated for a second, before nodding, "message me when you get home."

"Will do. Enjoy the rest of your night."

She stumbled over the threshold over the club, lurching out into the cold air of the night. It washed over her, freezing her instantly as she left the warmth of the club behind. Her breath billowed out before her as Lisa crossed her arms over her chest, walking up the street to where a line of early home-goers were waiting for cabs.

The back of Lisa's neck prickled, and she looked over her shoulder. She could swear that there was a shadow moving in the alleyway between the club and the old boarded up abandoned building next door.

Taking a step back away from the curb, Lisa's heels clicked on the sidewalk as she crept towards the alleyway. Lisa wasn't a suspicious person, but she could almost swear someone had been following her all night; she had to make sure.

She didn't get close to the mouth of the alleyway – she wasn't stupid – Lisa moved close enough to just peer into the dark, wiping away a few flecks of rain that speckled the lenses of her glasses. In the dim light she could see the shadowy outline of trash bags scattered around the bottom of an overflowing dumpster.

Nothing moved.

Letting out a shaky breath, Lisa rubbed her arms to keep the blood flowing as she wandered back over to the end of the taxi line.

Maybe she was being a little paranoid.

Or maybe not.

She let out a startled yell as cold hands circled her arms and covered her mouth. Feeling like she'd barely blinked, Lisa found herself at the end of the alleyway, and the silhouette of a person, barely visible, stood before her in the shadows.