The Way To A Player's Heart (Vicerylle)

Chapter 7

                  

Karylle walked along the dark sidewalk. Vice was several feet ahead of her. The only sound was of their feet scraping against the wet ground. A car sped by, music blaring, Karylle grimaced as he looked back at her. "I'll be at the bar; I'll make sure two seats next to me are free." He opened the door and guided her inside.

"Thank you," she nodded her head. Vice smiled, acting like any polite upstanding person would, and headed towards a stool. Karylle's eyes were covered by a pale blue eye-shadow, and she had put on some perfume to make herself more presentable to the public eyes.

Vice sat down and watched as she walked into a crowd of people. "Vice, what'll it be?" He smiled, and turned towards the familiar bar tender.

"Sorry, nothing right now, I'm on the job..." He shrugged his shoulders and glanced back to the crowd. Karylle wasn't in sight; he pierced his lips together and rubbed the back of his neck.

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Her pulse was racing as she struggled to walk. The strobe lights were bothering her eyes, and she looked down bumping into someone. "Hmm, I found you baby." That voice. Karylle looked up to find Hearts staring down at her.

Karylle swallowed and nodded towards him. "I'm sorry I ran away, I'd like it if we could talk some, is that okay?" Hearts stared at her. He looked her over, and smiled, nodding his head. "Come on, I want to get a drink." She waved him towards the bar. Hearts sighed, and lagged behind.

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Vice bowed his head as he saw Karylle with Hearts behind her. They made eye contact and then he turned away. He waited for Karylle to take a seat. A minute passed, and then another. He straightened and turned to see where'd they'd gone.

Vice's lips parted. His throat ran dry. "Gone," he stammered. Standing he stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet.

The bar tender frowned. "You okay Vice?" He cocked his head to one side.

Vice merely nodded and walked into the crowd. "You bastard!" the drilling voice dug into his brain.

Karen kicked Vice in the back of the calf. He shouted in pain and fell backwards. "Karen, stop!" He quickly stood and propped himself on his tiptoes and eyed over the crowd. "Damn," he cursed.

Karen snarled, and tried to kick him again. Vice turned and grabbed her arms jerking her forward. "Let me go!" She hissed, frightened by Vice's violent actions.

"I'm working—"

"Sick!" She wriggled free.

"If you want someone to die, keep it up..." He hissed, and shoved her away, running towards the front.

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Karylle turned around as she pointed towards the stool. He grabbed her and ran out the front doors. Karylle's eyes were wide, and she tried to shout Vice's name, but he was too far away, and the music was too loud to hear. 'No, no, hear me!' Her mind screamed as Hearts dragged her into an alley.

"You got away from my help..." He snarled and shoved her into the wall with brute force. "It's the last time I let them handle my dirty work." He covered her mouth with tape.

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His heart was pounding in his chest. It ached so much, he'd gone numb the second he knew she was gone. His eyes scanned over every inch of the club. He ran outside, pushing the door past him.

She was gone, really gone. "Karylle!" His voice echoed. A girl smiled and came up to him. Vice looked at her. Similar to Karylle's outfit, but blue, and more revealing, he ignored her.

"I can be Karylle," she cooed.

Vice snarled in disgust and shouted her name again. "Damn it!" He screamed and pulled at his hair, drawing his gun from his belt.

The girl's eyes widened and she ran in the opposite direction.

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Karylle' eyes grew in size as she heard his voice. Strained, and filled with panic. She felt the tears welling in her eyes as Hearts tore at her shirt. She tried to cry again, but couldn't. This can't be happening, not again. "You weren't even here to talk baby..." He struck her across the face and pressed himself against her. "You've taken a job in bounty hunting, I see...or is he your lover now?"

It was disgusting and wrong. Everything about her felt wrong. Especially the fact that she had ever found herself attracted to him, why couldn't she turn her mind off right this moment, block what was happening from her mind. 'Make it stop, make this hell stop...' Her mind ached as tears streamed down her pale cheeks. Vice, save me...someone...anything but this!' she struggled again, and Hearts jabbed her in the stomach. She let out a harsh gargled moan as he lifted her away from the wall and threw her frame to the ground. She fell just like a tattered doll, limp, and helpless.

"Stop struggling..." He growled. Karylle ran her hand across his face. Quick, and swift, a small cut traced along his cheek. "You!" he threw her head, hard into the pavement. She cried, the tape tore.

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Vice stopped dead as he heard the cry. His blood ran cold, and he listened. Nothing came again. "Karylle!" He called and walked in the direction of the cry. He turned down the same alley to see Karylle's body sprawled on the ground, Hearts propped on top of her. Vice was sickened. "Bastard..." He muttered. "You son of a bitch!" his eyes blazed with hatred. His body shook with rage.

He raised his gun. Gripped firmly in his hand he let his eyes focus in. Vice's eyes were dark, and heartless, they didn't move. He fired the gun. The sharp echo of the screaming bullet encircled him.

Hearts's body flew back, jolted upright by the force of the bullet. It pierced clean threw his head. He was killed in an instant. Vice regretted not letting him suffer. One shot in the gut and he'd have fifteen minutes of the pain he caused for every girl he'd harmed.

Karylle cried out. He watched in the distance and she drew her arms to her face. She was shaking all over. Vice closed his eyes as she cried again, and again. Her voice was growing horse. She coiled up and turned onto her side. Vice stepped into the alley. "V...Vice..." She fell silent before screaming. There was a dead body lying at her feet.

Vice closed his eyes and walked towards her. The air conditioners from the club turned on, and the water began to drop onto his right shoulder. The ache grew. She'd nearly been raped again, if he hadn't been there a few moments sooner... He closed her shirt and looked away for a moment. "I'm sorry..." He leaned forward and carefully sat her up. Touching the back of her head, there was a small bump. He wrinkled his nose together but Karylle shook her head, whipping some of her tears away.

"It's just a bump," she coughed. Looking down she shuttered. Vice helped her stand up, and gave her his coat to wear. She started to walk down the alley. Vice covered the space between them and reached out his right arm, jerking her back.

Karylle let out a small gasp as he just held her there. She turned and leaned into his frame. She molded to him, and found warmth in his body. Karylle dug her nails into the back of his shirt, clinging to him. She shivered, feeling more tears coming to her eyes. "Karylle," he closed his eyes and rocked her from side to side and she shuttered and began to cry into his shoulder.

Vice looked over at Hearts one more time before closing his eyes thinking only of Karylle, and only about her...

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