HEY i got inspiration... like MAJOR... like i've been typing this for two hours straight when its welllll past midnight where i am currently.
In fact i would've written another chapter (ahem Finished another) but my parents found me typing in the hotel bathroom and ...eheheheh ^^"
Anyways hope you enjoy because i really liked this chapter so far...don't be madss
VOTE COMMENT ...oh and READ that might help....
The totrure had begun anew.... this time it will be bitter sweet
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New Life
“Is that all you want?” The barmaid asked saucily, popping out her hip and leaning over a bit to show a bit of her ass to the men behind her. Her hand pushed a glass of amber liquid over the wood top in front of the figure lounging in the booth.
Icy eyes looked up at her. “Yes.” The simple answer came.
The girl waited a few more moments to see if the patron would say more before huffing and spinning on a single spiked heal to stalk over to the men eyeing her hungrily with raunchy grins. “Bitch.” she hissed out in her wake.
A pale hand shot up into the air swiftly. “Wait.” The same voice ordered.
The server froze mid-step. She pursed her red stained lips, seriously considering just stalking away but something told her that would be a mistake. So with a sneer on her face she sashayed back to the table. “Yeah, waddya want?” she drawled. Earning some chuckles from the other table about her ‘naughty attitude’. She sent a flirty wink their way only to gasp as mistakenly fragile looking fingers clamped around her wrist harshly and yanked. “OW!” the shriek wasn’t loud enough to draw much attention to the pair but the three guys at the table arched eyebrows. “What the fucking hell is your problem? Don’t you know there’s a no touching policy in here?”
“And it seems you don’t enforce it that often.” the voice drawled. Lips curled into a smirk and the costumer brushed back long crimson waves, nonchalantly with her free hands.
“I-I… You-- let me go!” the girl spluttered.
“Tch,” long fingers identical to the ones crushing the girls wrist wrapped around the drink and brought it to the smirking mouth. The slender throat beneath the heart shaped face flexed once, twice. Softly, the glass was set down again; half the liquid gone. “Not until you apologize.”
Dull brown eyes widened dramatically. “Wh-what?”
“That didn’t sound like an apology.”
“I don’t owe you an apology!” The girl shrieked.
At her words the seated females’ left eye squinted up some. Before the harpy of a beer server could react the other pale hand had snatched the front of her skimpy shirt and dragged her close to her face. “Girl.” the woman growled. “I know you aren’t as stupid as you look, or perhaps you are-- I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt. You insulted me, for no reason. Apologize.”
Staring into the silvery blue pools of her eyes that had gone from cool unreadable swirls to turbulent whirlpools of malice and cold promise, the girl shuddered, as fear threaded through her blood. “I-I’m s-ss-sorry!” the girl choked out.
With a look of disgust, the red head released the blonde. “Leave.” She scrambled off to the back room without a backwards glance at her or the group of men; her short skirt riding up a bit to high.
Rebecca sighed, leaning her head back. She hated doing that. Bringing the light of fear into peoples eyes. Her hand went to her forehead before she grasped the glass and tossed back the rest of her drink. Her tongue snaked out to lick up the excess on her lips. Apple cider… suddenly the taste she had been craving all day didn’t arouse the usual delight.
