Natalie was just a simple college student, until she met a man named Nines Rodriguez. For some reason she felt like she knew this mysterious man, but how can that be possible? She never knew him before.. Almost at the same time she meets another man...
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I wake up about some time around 9 at night (I don't like the day, it hurts my eyes, don't ask why I have no idea). I slowly get up, turn my iPod on to shuffle and get in the shower. Once I'm done I eat some cereal and watch TV, after cleaning up, getting dressed and shutting things off I head to the nearest bar. I order something that has just enough to get me buzzed but not drunk (I don't see the point to drinking so much you can't even remember how to stand). After a few minutes, someone sits in front of me. "Is this seat taken?" I look up and see a man with long curly brown hair, brown eyes and a beard to match. "Now it is," I say going back to looking at my phone, I hear him laugh... something's off about his laugh... I can't place it but- "So what's your name pretty thing?" (Oh no he didn't!) "Excuse me?!" I scoff looking at him, I wish I didn't do that because all my backbone turns to jelly and I get a chill up my back. "The names Jason, and you are?" something off about his eyes... they're almost animal-like. "Um... Natalie" I squeak. He smiles and leans in close to me, but before he can do anything a new voice joins in, "back off!" the voice growls, I look towards the voice and see "Nines!?" He smiles at me, turns back to Jason "I said back off 'Cammy'" (Cammy? what the?). Jason laughs and stands up getting in Nines face, "or what BOY? You gonna make me?" (I have to stop this) I stand up. "Guys that's enough, stop! This makes no sense either of you even knows me. So stop!" Both look at me (I can't tell what their feeling...). "Fine," Jason says, he points at Nines "I WILL be back," he looks at me once more before walking out. "Mind telling me what that was all about?" I asked crossing my arms. "Um...it's complicated... and not something you would believe me about," he sighs, "but anyway I was thinking we could talk and get to know each other a little more?" I smile, "sure," we sit down and talk all night. "So I have a question," "Oh, just one?" I ask, laughing. "You got me there. Anyway, the day we met where were you going?" "Oh, I'm a student, I was on my way to class," "That late at night?" he asks raising an eyebrow. "I don't like going out during the day, it hurts my eyes," I pause and take a drink, "besides I've always been more of a night person," he nods, "I'm surprised you haven't said anything about them." "About what?" "My eyes. They're not exactly normal," "I like them," he smiles (god that smile...). "Wow, not something I hear often," I can feel myself blush a little, I shake it off. "So what are you going to school for?" "I want to be an artist," "Sounds like a lot of work," "Yea, but nothing easy is worth doing. One thing I never understood is, why do we have to go to school to be an artist? I mean you can't teach someone how to be an artist. Take my best friend Destiny, for example, I tried to teach her once and I ended up having paint all over my floor." (Quick note I find this funny because she really is awesome at drawing. I love ya Dez) I laugh and smile. "Sounds like a good friend," he says smiling. "She is, we grew up together, but... I haven't seen her lately. I'm getting worried." "I'm sure she's okay," he says trying to comfort me. "I hope so, anyway I should go, it's getting late and I still have class tomorrow night," I start to stand up." uh... wait," I stop and look at him in confusion, "can I have your number?" I smile. "Sure" we exchange numbers and go our separate ways. The whole way home I feel like I'm being watched...creepy.
Jason's POV I watch as Natalie and that Brujah spends hours talking and laughing, I stand there holding my hands in a fist to stop myself from going in there and pounding his head in. What right does he have to look at her like that! 'He wants to turn her' "Shut up! I know!" I yell, "But he won't get to" 'She's scared of us' "Your right... We're going to have to do this our way, get her alone, and get rid of that pest." 'There leaving! Follow her!' I watch her walk home from a safe distance, she doesn't know, which is good, 'we could use this to our advantage, find out where she lives. Then we start planning.' I smile, "enjoy your last week of freedom human, for soon you will join me in the afterlife."
