Was it even love?

Chapter 1

The bar
TW: slight mentions of blood, knives and killing themselves
Enjoy :)

Anastasia sat at the bar, a cocktail in hand as she stared at her best friend. Her best friend who was snogging the guy she liked.

She let out a sigh and drank through the small black straw in her drink, the strong alcohol burning the back of her throat. It was her fifth or sixth... Maybe seventh drink tonight.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here looking glum?" A man asked from beside her.

She turned to see a dark haired and very handsome man sitting next to her, no drink with him, "my friend is over there making out with the guy I like." She replied— not wanting to be rude.

"Ah, well there isn't much I can offer but why not kiss me instead?" Anastasia almost laughs at the idea, she turns to face the man and politely decline but he looks dead serious. "I mean if pretty-girl. Why not?"

Why not indeed.

He leaned in, the slight smell of aftershave caught her attention. She sleaned in and closed the gap. This probably wouldn't have happened if she didn't have those seven drinks but it did and she was glad.

He pulled her onto his lap, their tongues clashed and danced as they sat in the corner booth of the dark club.

The kiss broke apart, "would you want to spend the night? I think I'd hate myself if I didn't." He charmed lightly.

Ana giggled and nodded, both her friend and the man she liked forgotten.

The colour changing lights flicked as they walked in and out of the sweaty crowd trying to find an exit. If it wasn't for the mysterious man she would have tripped over by now.

Her subconscious had given up on trying to warn the girl about going home with a stranger, it's just a one night stand. Right?

The man walked through the door then grabbed her arm and pulled her into the cold night. The breeze covering her exposed skin in goosebumps.

They got inside the car, a slight metal tinge was overtaking the fresh pine but both ignored it.

She looked over at him— finally seeing his full face properly, he was hot and there was no denying it. One thought just took over though.

"You look familiar, have I met you before?" She asked, some of her words more slurred than they should be after seven drinks.

"I'd remember a face like yours, I'm sure I just have a doppelgänger." He laughed, it was slightly on edge but she just laughed along whole nodding her head.

The drive to his place was long, the whole way was full of sharp turns and way too many roundabouts for Anastasia to even remember which way they had gone.

By the time they arrived she had sobered slightly, her thoughts ran through her head but after seeing his face again they all stopped.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his chest. She lifted her head and pulled him down by his neck— locking their lips again, his hands trailed up her spine, shivers going up her back.