𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

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TRIGGER WARNING *ASSAULT*
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June 1934, Tennessee.





Midori Okoro sighs as she flattened the ends of her daisy yellow dress. She glared at her brother, Ruben Okoro with agitation as he told her to stay inside the house tonight and not to head to work.

"Ruben, I gotta make this money!" Midori snaps at him as she walked into her room, and slipped on her black slip dress and black heels. "We both know we can't survive on your money alone."

"I rather us suffer then seeing you go out and perform for those men." Ruben snaps at his sister.

Midori sighs as she walked out of her room, her face already made up.

Her brows were perfectly proportioned on her face, and her light use of eyeliner made her eyes pop; with a pop of her favorite red lipstick that she would always receive from the men that frequented at her job

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Her brows were perfectly proportioned on her face, and her light use of eyeliner made her eyes pop; with a pop of her favorite red lipstick that she would always receive from the men that frequented at her job.

"I can't bare to see my little sister all dressed up for the slaughter." Ruben turns away.

"Ruben, you do this every stinking night and I end up fine." Midori walks up to her brother and hugs him. "I'm gonna be fine."

"I have a bad feeling about this."

"You always have a bad feeling." She shushes him as she sat him down on the chair and walks to the kitchen and grabs a cola. "Relax and watch some tunes."

She grabs her black purse and waves them goodbye as she locked up behind her. She hated when her brother got like this but she needed to tough it out and make this money for her family.

She walked down the familiar dark path to her job, at the jazz club she frequented at. She was a dancer and a popular sight for all the gentlemen, white, black and any other race you can imagine even with her dark skin, darker than most in the club. She had a charisma that attracted anyone to her.

She adjusted her fur coat on her frame.

She heard a loud sound that made her turn around and when she didn't see something out of the ordinary, she turned back around. Quickening her pace, she continued her way.

"Woooh!" She heard from behind her as she turned around and saw some dark figures coming towards her. She felt her heart race. She kept walking but they quickly caught up to her and she was stopped.

She saw some men from the club, a group of white men, clearly drunk and excited. She gathered herself. "Hello Boys." She says with a confident tone to her voice.

"Hello Josephine." One of them says as they took another swig of the bottle. "I didn't expect to see you here and dressed all pretty at that."

She gulped. "I'm just going to the club that's all. I would like to see you there." She tries to walk past slowly.

They stopped her in her tracks. "Aht! Aht!" One of them says as they touched her cheek. "What a smooth delicate cheek."

She flinched away and it angered him. "What? You think you are too good for us?"

"Oh no... I just need to be heading off to work." She cries a little as she spoke.

"Well we don't care. You will do whatever we want, you wrench." The main one says as he grabs her by the ass with one hand and uses the other to grab her face to kiss her on the lips.

She tries to pull away but the other men stopped her protest. "Keep protesting and we will do hurt you."

"Please." She begs.

"Shut the fuck up." The leader slaps her against the face as they went to undress her and the more she resisted the more they beat her senselessly.

They beat her until she started to pass out from exhaustion and she felt herself about to fall. She cried as she realized this was the end for her.

When suddenly she heard something or some one swoop down.

"Get the fuck away from her." She heard a beautiful feminine voice say angrily. She forced her eyes to open up enough to see her face as she fought them off.

She was like a goddess. Her glowing golden blonde hair was down in beautiful waves, her perfect figure in a beautiful blue cocktail dress, her lips were a perfect red color. Her eyes as golden as the sun was now looking down at her as she finished fighting off the goons.

"Are you a goddess?" Midori asked her and the lady smiled at her timidly as she picked her up and moved so fast that she couldn't catch up

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"Are you a goddess?" Midori asked her and the lady smiled at her timidly as she picked her up and moved so fast that she couldn't catch up.

"Shhh..." She whispers at Midori as she looks down at her face.

"Okay." Midori whispers as she starts to feel the need to close her eyes.

"Don't close your eyes please." the goddess told her and Midori instantly obeyed.

Eventually they got to the destination, that the goddess was taking them to.

"Rosalie!" She heard a male's voice call out. "What the hell are you doing."

"Get out of my way Edward!" Rosalie yells at him. "We have to save her!"

"No Rosalie! We just can't save every human. Think of the risk." He argues and Rosalie pushes past him to wear Carlisle is.

"Rosalie!"

"Save her. Save her please." Rosalie begs him. "Do this one thing for me!"

Carlisle wanted to protest but Rosalie didn't let up on the begging so he told her to lay Midori on the table and she did.

Carlisle sighs. "Please forgive me."

He says before he bites Midori on the neck, sending the venom through her veins.

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