Lost in Darkness~ A Slash fanfiction

chapter 2

the familiar sounds of heels clicking on the pavement, muted music coming from doors and windows, smell of alcohol and weed and of course the conversations of people passing by seems to make me feel at home.

A lot of people feel at home when they are in their own bed or with friends, but the way I grew up I feel at home when I'm alone. Also that's just what I am most of the time.

I, Maria Sanchez am a Spanish woman living down the Sunset Strip and owning it like any other girl in fishnets and a tank top. But unlike other girls I came here because I had to, to make my life continue, to make sure everything I have is still mine.

I walk past the line standing before a club, earning yells and curses from people standing behind me. I walked up to the security guard. "Hi Paul! " I said trying to hold my accent as well as I could.

I always held back on my accent. It only came up when I was so overtaken by emotions that I couldn't focus on speaking and subconsciously hide it.

"Hey Ria! Out again?" He replied. He reached out his big hand to shake mine. My hand almost drowning in his as we make small talk. He finally lets me in and I walk down the familiar hallway with palictures and writing all over the walls.

Photographs of people having a good time and drawings of tits and cocks covering almost the whole wall top to bottom. People with leather jackets scattered throughout the hallway look at me. I know most of them but they know me well enough not to make a whole scene in front of everyone.

Ofcourse my flaming red hair and brown eyes don't really help with the attention.

I walk through the door of the club and I'm immediately hit by the smells and sounds coming from the room. I look around and scurry my way to the bar bumping into people constantly and selling a bag of cocaine on the way.

"Jack please." I shout at the bartender, as he hurries over and gets it I look around the club for possible buyers but my eyes don't catch anyone. Until a girl starts screaming. And another. And another. what the hell.

Soon the whole club is gathered around, what seemed a group of people. I made my way over curiously and as I reached the table I saw five bushes of hair. One ginger, one black, two dirty blonde and one black poofy poodle hair.

Holy shit. I thought to myself. Holy fucking shit, you got to be kidding. Ofcourse this was not my first time meeting a famous person, or group. I was on the damn sunset Strip. whad'ya expect for god's sake!?

I manage to get at the front of the crowd and I down my drink to give me some liquid courage.

I observatie every one of them closely. The ginger was sitting all the way on the right of the bench talking to a girl with big tits and overlies red lips. The taller dirty blonde next to him, a cigarette hanging from his lips and a bottle of vodka in his hand. The black haired dude was looking freekishly tall and pale sipping his drink and cigarette in hand.

The shorter blonde had the biggest smile on his face and laughed cutely but sexy at a joke a stripper told him. And next to him, was the poodle-ish curly man. I tried to make eye contact with him but his thick curls and top hat covered almost his entire face.

A cigarette hund loosely from his lips and he had a bottle of Jack, half empty, in his hands. he wore sunglasses disregarding the fact that we were, very mutch inside. And he wore leather pants black shoes. No shirt and a black jean jacket covered in patches.

I noticed my mouth hung loosely open at the sight of him. He was easily one of the hottest men I've ever seen but he was is guns n roses so what he gotta do about it.

His head suddenly seemed to wake up as he looked up and started to gaze around, taking of his sunglasses in the way.

His head stopped when he was looking my way. he wasn't looking my way. There are a million girls he can choose from not me, not me.

He raised his hand and motioned his finger to sign to come over. To who I don't know but he made it clear my speaking the words. "Red girl over there."

Wow, way to meet your hero.

I walked over swaying my hips a little but not to mutch as I'm doing so and k feel everyone's eyes on my. God I hate this. he scurried over and I sat down.

"you got something for me sugar?" He mumbeled with a grin. what the actual fuck. "Well this girl has no sugar for no one, honey." i smirked at the last part shooting back to him.

he looked at me. Kind of surprised I guess. I couldn't really see. "Well then I guess I'll just have some coke." Half of the crowd had already gone back to dancing but there was still a fair share amount of people. I can't eat myself out like this.

"A coke? I can also just blow you but okay." I said as I reached into my pocket. "Wait" he grumbled. "Bathroom, sweetheart"

i stood up and started walking the right way as his hand tangled into minde getting pulled away. This time I strutted. This made me feel a certain kind of courage I loved.

I opened the door to the woman's bathroom and to my surprise, nobody there.

I took the bag with white powder out of my pocket and swayed it in front of his eyes. Well better said his bush of hair.

"thank you." he mumbled as he gave me the money. I walked away to retouch my makeup, when I felt a slap on my ass. I turned around. "The fuck" I said bluntly to his face. "What cup are you sweetheart? Double D or maybe even E?!" His eyes widened. "Well more woman then you can handle fuzznut. So turn around and find a different girl. Maybe she is more your type or as others say it, Silicone." I shot as I turned around again and walked to the mirror. "Gilipollas..." I mumbled to myself as he walked away and slammed the door.

The sound making me slightly jump.

a/n Wheeww! second chapter. I am not Spanish and I wanted to telly you that so if I make any mistakes with the language please correct me! I really enjoyed writing this. Let me know your opinion about Maria!