The Collision

Chapter Twenty Three: The Miami Reaper

12 Days Later:

Lauren's POV

The music was loud.

Sweaty bodies swayed with against each other. It's always entertaining to see what alcohol does to the human body. On one hand-the elaborated drink makes bodies loose their right mind and instead brings out the person's emotions. One the other-alcohol makes people easy targets for people...or creatures like me. I have been sitting on this hard wood stool for the past two hours; looking for the  perfect victim.

"Can I get you a drink?" I rolled my eyes but looked up. A free drink is a drink nevertheless. My eyes widened slightly. His dark eyes intrigued me. The man's pale completion was something that I had never seen before. I smiled and nodded my head.

"Two Highballs," The man told the bartender and then turned back to look at me.

"What's a girl like you doing at a place like this?" The man asked me.

"Trying to score some fun," I smirked. The man's eyebrows rose, and a grin began to appear on his face. His attention turned to the bar where he took the pair of drinks--handing one to me.

"Cheers," I said. I lifted the small glass and let the liquid flow down my throat. The taste was different, something had never had before.

"So what type of fun were you talking about?" The man asked, walking closer to me. He reached to the table behind and placed the stool directly next to where mine was.

Something here is wrong.

I looked into his eyes, maybe if I read his thoughts I would know what he was up to. No matter how much I concentrated, I got nothing from him.

"Who are you?" I asked. The man's grin grew even wider.

"The man who will be giving you all the fun you need." It was not until then when I noticed his thick English accent.

"I don't even know your name." I said.

"Ian," He said. "Ian Hansen. What's yours?"

"Lauren." I said. I pushed myself back and got up from my seat. Ian grabbed my wrist and stopped me from walking any further.

"Lauren..."

"Just Lauren."

"Will I see you again? 'Just Lauren'?" I laughed.

"Maybe." I walked towards the door.

The air was getting colder every day. I reached down and zipped my gray jacket to the top. The streets weren't crowded, and the dim lights weren't warm. I stopped. Did I just laugh? Did a stranger make me laugh?

No.

That is not possible.

I began to walk again. Faster this time. I felt the way my breath began to get heavy every time I looked around. I'm thirsty but there's no one around.

"You have to see her," I stopped walking. I instantly turned around but there was no one behind me.

"Who's there?!" I asked. Anger evident in my voice.

"Camila needs to see you, Lauren." A figure appeared in front of me, stepping out of the shadows. Lucy's eyes shone with the dim streetlamp.

"Does she now?" I smirked.

"Lauren I know what you are hiding. Just go see her i won't-"

"Shut up!" I threw her body to the ground.