Arabella

Chapter 9

     Chris couldn't get the image of Arabella almost naked out of his head. He was sick. She looked at him innocently, and he could only think of that? The foul smell of sweat mixed with alcohol and cologne didn't smell as great.
     "This place smells like crap," Chris stated. Arabella couldn't agree more, and she walked through the crowd pulling her knives out. People were grinding and swayed across the floor dancing with one another. One of the servers offered drinks to both of them.
     A young lady with long black hair and bangs walked around the club giving drinks here and there. She walked up to the two teenagers and offered the blue glowing drinks. Chris gladly took one of the shots and chugged it. She then turned to Arabella who was waiting for her to drink. With a fake smile, Arabella swallowed the drink which burned through her throat. Alcohol.
     "It's amazing," Arabella lied while speaking in a coarse voice.
     The lady grinned at the impression of appreciation, "Drink more." Chris held one more in her hand but Arabella told him to hold it, "Drink it."
     "No," Arabella rejected in an aggressive manner. The rims of blue appeared again, smoldering with hatred, "I'm full." The lady's eyes widened and she just nodded her head and ran off. She felt just a tad bit dizzy, but Chris slithered his arms around her waist.
     He smiled, "This place is amazing, we could just stay here forever."
     "No ew," she said in disgust of his arms being around her. She wanted to see Luke. That's all that mattered to her, "What's wrong with you Christian?"
     Chris frowned from being rejected, "I want a kiss."
     "NO," she said, but forcibly he grabbed her face and slammed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened, and she resisted. But Luke popped in her head again. She felt nothing for Chris in that way. She pushed him off of her, a sign of hurt on Chris's face, "I'm sorry Chris. I like you and all, but not in that way," and she began to walk through the crowd of people that danced. The music played loud which rang through her ears. She felt like she was going to collapse to the ground after a few minutes. It was more drowsy walking around and seeing motion everywhere. What was in that drink? She then pushed past the crowd, and blacked out in time.

Luke, if you're here, help me.

     "Arabella!" A muffled scream howled. It sounded way more familiar to her. It was a light that surrounded her. There was no way she could be dead though. Her body felt more like she was numb. Tired, she waited around.
     Luke and Arabella, only fifteen years old at this time. She stared at him. Rain was hurrying down hitting the floor like hail. He held her hand tightly, and she hugged him crying. Blood oozed from the side of his body, "If you loved me, you'd stay." He coughed a little as she whimpered.

     "I do love you," she whispered to him closely. It was his death. She shook her head, "You just can't die."
     He laughed softly, "I'm better off in the second world." With that, he was smiling at her, but then it fell slowly as she began to say his name multiple times.
     "Luke!!" She screamed, "Somebody help!" Arabella was sick. She was dying as well. Her best friend lied in her arms and he was now announced dead. No pulse, nothing.

     Arabella's eyes flickered in a blurry light. She then got a clearer vision, noticing the white room, but mainly Luke beating the crap out of Chris.
     "You kissed her!!" He yelled and slammed him to the floor. Goodness he was so strong. Chris punched him in the face and tried choking him. The others surrounded him while Max and Dee were speaking to the boss that worked her, "YOU SAID SHE'D BE MINE BUT YOU WANTED TO KISS HER?!"
     Chris laughed, "I saw her naked." Rage fluctuated and soon Luke couldn't even function anymore, but he attacked Chris.
     "You're going to get it," Luke threatened as the boys pulled him off of Chris who now had a bloody nose, a bruise on his arm and a cut on his cheek. Then Luke pushed himself out of Noah and Dalton's grip, "You're one sick bastard."

Boys.

     Arabella finally got the strength to get up. Luckily everything that was with her is still there. She stared blankly at how the two men were ignoring two teenage boys trying to kill each other and rolled her eyes. "I never thought I'd have to do this." She then pulled out a revolver from her pocket and loaded it. "Oi," she slurred to get the boys' attention. She was sober from the shot of the alcohol that nearly destroyed her, "The queen is up and she's taking charge. Meaning you two better cut it out or I will shoot."
    "You wouldn't," Luke laughed in disbelief. She pointed the gun and shot the wall behind him, it echoed loudly. All the boys backed away.
    He was on top of her and she pulled Luke off of Chris who lied down on the floor, "You.. I didn't like that kiss."
     "Sorry," he apologized sheepishly, "I was drunk-"
     "Cut the shit." Luke gave him a death stare, "She's mine." Dalton looked amazed of how they would obey to a girl so easily. She only laughed but then pointed the gun towards him, waiting for an apology, "I'm sorry too."
Arabella flashed her one million dollar smile, "Good." Her hand settled down and rested at her side still holding the revolver in her hand, "I hope you both know that fighting between with each other is immature. Especially when we're here. Don't ruin our reputation."
The three men started talking again after watching the incident that had happened when Arabella woke up.
"We need a car," Dee said to his friend, "Please Carlos, I need this for them."
He sighed, "Why?"
"You owe me anyways," Dee grumbled and got close to his face, "I saved your life, now you do the favor in return by giving me what I want. Arabella grinned and walked beside the three of them. All the men were taller than her, the top of her head barely passing their shoulders.
"What's going on guys?" She questioned in such a confused manner. Max looked at her and shook his head, "Well?"
Dee only ignored her question and introduced her instead, "Meet our leader." He presented Arabella in a way that made her feel more empowering.
She shook his hand and flashed a thin smile, "Arabella Lancaster."
"Carlos," he grinned, "How old are you young lady?"
She answered while playing with her knife, "Sixteen."
"Sixteen years old you say?" Carlos laughed at her, "And she's your leader? She doesn't look like one."
Luke stood up for Arabella who had nothing to say, "That's bollucks, Arabella here is the one who helped us get around this far."
"Don't just expect baloney from her. She's tough," Chris and Dalton mentioned.
Noah agreed with all of them, "She can shoot pretty damn well for a girl."
Arabella smiled, "See. I am their leader. You just have to believe." Her eyes still remained blue-rimmed and her heart beat quickly, "Although I'm in charge we all work together. It's not just me."
Carlos shook his head, "And what do I get out of this?"
"Life," she answered with simplicity. It was easy for her to say, "You like that don't you?"
He smirked as two body guards went beside him holding a gun in each other their hand, including himself, "I also like watching the death of others."
The hunters quickly pulled out their weaponry. "Woah woah woah," Arabella said all too quickly and began to suggest, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"That's deep," Chris whispered.
She signaled him to shut his mouth and continued speaking, "I mean. Three of you, against eight of us?" The sound of her bitter laugh tingled through all of the hunters' spines and got chills, "The eight of us that will always come back. Regardless of dying." Luke gazed at her, not knowing if he should feel afraid or be amazed.
It made Chris more attracted to the girl rather than anyone else. She aimed her revolver right at Carlos's forehead.
"Shoot me and you'll die," he threatened with a hiss.
Arabella spoke quickly, "I can't die. Yet. Neither can they."
For a while they made eye contact till Carlos finally have in, "FINE! Take the car. It's in the neighborhood, a truck if I may say. Five seaters only, the rest have to sit in the back."
"Thank you for being so kind Carlos," Dee had been grateful he hadn't hurt any of the hunters.
Arabella set her gun down once more and gave a sly smile before she was the last to leave, "It was a pleasure doing business with you. See you next time."