Beautiful Lies (A Dark Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

**Hiyaaa guys, Reagan here. Since I am ending Dark Ashton, I thought a Dark Luke would keep you occupied... Enjoy, and please give review. Also, if you listen to the song "Nothing Left To Hide" by Hot Chelle Rae, I think it nicely explains Luke.- Rea**

*Luke's POV*

The beautiful blonde slide her bra strap down her shoulder and I watched in amusment. We stared eachother down and I grew harder as she let her fire engine red mini skirt skim down her thighs.

"Luke." Her voice was raspy and light. "Say my name."

I sat still, not sure what to do. My hand ran through my quiff, perplexed. Megan? No. Tiffany? Not right. I didnt bring this girl home to have a conversation with her, I brought her here to give me a night. I took a deep breathe and gave my best shot. "Lillian." I whispered. Shit, nope. I watched her face fall, and she stuffed her clothes back on.

"Its Zoey, dumbass." And she stumped down my stairs and out the door. I sat still for a minute before grabbing my white powder and heading out for a walk.

*Jess' POV*

I hefted my window open with a sigh. It was so damm hot in this house. That party sucked. Not that I go to many. My best friend Cassandra decided it was time to host her first party. She went all out with the drinks, the condoms, ect. Cassie and I had never been very popular, and once more than 200 people answered her small home, I knew it was time for me to leave. I walked home in the dark, and now here I was. My phone blinked with a new text from Cassie and I checked it quickly.

'Babe, where r u?" I didnt answer, instead I slipped out of my dress and got settled in black shorts and a tank top. I added my soccer hoodie and pulled my thick black hair in a bun. Good enough. I shimmied down the side of my house, not wanting to see my brothers newest girlfriend. I landed saftly on the sidewalk and headed down the block of some gummy bears and a coke. We lived a short ways away from 7 Eleven, and it was my normal Friday night go to for sweets, then I would return home and watch reruns of FRIENDS. I walked past many alleys, and could see the glow of the sign. I stopped, hearing a pair of feet behind me. I turned around to look, when I felt a hand slip around my waist and pull my into the alleg on the right. I attepmted to scream but the mystery person stuffed something small and light down my throat. They slapped me, hard, and began to kiss my neck. I was losing control on my body and tried to push the man away, but to no avail.

"Get off her and go." We both flinched at the sound of a young voice. The person talking must be a teenager. My assualter bounced away from me and looked the boy in the eyes.

"Shes mine, back off."

"Funny." The boy pointed a sleek black gun at the mans head. "Didnt hear her say she was yours?" The man gulped and ran down the street, leaving me alone to search the boy. I looked up and locked eyes with bright blue orbs. Holy shit, it couldnt be. My stiff legs shuffled up to him.

"Youre Luke Hemmings." I said.

"Thats what they call me." He answered, hitting the brick wall behind him with his gun. I raced past him, heading home. Who needs gummy bears, I needed safe. I felt the pinch on my wrist and strugfled to break free, but it only made the boy squeeze harder. I stopped, but didnt face him. I knew this boy, I was warned to never talk abouy him. The rumors told abouy him didnt even seem real. As far as I knew, he was 17, and had killed people, and sold and did drugs.

"Please let me go." I whimpered, I didnt want to talk to him.

"I just saved your ass, arnt you gonna say Thanks?" Luke snarled, and I began to cry.

"Thank you." I sobbed, but he still held on.

"Bitch, listen to me. Say it like you mean it."

"Just let me go." I answered, crying harder. Luke gave me a little grin and leaned down to the crook of my neck. I froze, I knew what was happening. The rumors called this "the slave for life" move.. the kiss of death. I was being marked. I gasped and Luke shoved me hard, but I balanced myself on the street lamp.

"Run while you can, gorgeous. I can always find you."

And he slunk back into the dark. I ran home, and actually went through the front door. I locked the door behind me, and my brother glanced at me nervously.

"Ya ok, J?"

"Fine, Andrew." I snapped, starting up the stairs. My window was still open.

"Whats that on yo-" I kicked Andrew in the shin and he fell back, allowing me to hit my room and lock my window. What just happened to me. The mirror I stared at reflected a frazzled, 15 year old girl. I was so young. To young to be marked. I ran a hand through my hair and turned off my light, hearing the slightest laugh pierce through my house.

**Ok, wooo! What do you think? Happy birthday to Luke, btw. So, yeah. Kik me hiyareagan, or tweet me bowtieashton what you think(: Lets make this story a hit! Love ya- Reagan**