London Lucifer || lh

The Night of Fate

It was about 10pm, and Blaire had just gotten off of work, "God it's late." She said to herself as she locked the doors of the building she worked in. She began to make her way to her car, which was unfortunately parked on the far end of the parking lot, "why can't I ever get a good parking spot?" She finally made it to her car and set her things on top of it so that she could open the door. She opened the car door then grabbed her things, set them inside, and sat down, closing the door behind her. She looked up at her sun visor, a picture of a young man was pinned to it, she sniffled a bit "why did you have to leave me here all alone James? You were so young. You had your whole life ahead of you, but no you just had to go to that party. Now you're gone," she propped her head on the steering wheel, tears streaming down her cheeks. She put the key in the ignition and started the car, or tried to. It wouldn't start, "great, exactly what I needed." She got out of the car and began the walk back to her house. "It's not all that far, only about thirty minutes." Most of the walk was fine, but there was a particular street that made her nervous. Her heels clicked against the concrete below, all off a sudden, her heel caught a rut in the concrete, causing her to stumble and drop her things, as well as twist her ankle. She had not noticed that a man had been walking behind her until now, he was gorgeous, the most attractive human being she had ever seen, he had blonde hair, electric blue eyes, he was probably like 6'5, at least, he wore a black leather jacket, a grey t-shirt, and some black skinny jeans with rips in the knees. She caught herself, coming out of her trance.

He rushed over to her, "are you okay? That was a nasty fall you took." He asked as he gathered her things and handed them to her.

She looked at him, "I-I think I twisted my ankle." She tried to get up, but failed. She felt a large hand press against her back, then wrap around her.

"Let me help you home." He told her, "how far is it?" He grabbed her bag of things and handed it to her. "My car is around the corner, I was walking back to it when I saw you fall."

She let out a small giggle, "I'm quite clumsy, and it's only a few minutes by car." She replied as they rounded the corner, her jaw dropped at the sight, was she in a dream? Could he really be the owner of? "Is that–"

"Yes, it's mine." He smiled as he opened the passenger door of the blacked out Lamborghini. "I'm Luke by the way." He chuckled as he he helped inside, then walked to the drivers side and got in. "So where am I headed?" He asked her, before pressing a button and starting the car.

"Wow." She said in awe of the car. "Uhm-it's straight to that stop sign, then two rights, then you're there, and I'm Blaire."

He nodded as he followed her directions exactly, and a few minutes later, arrived at her house. He got out and walked around to her side of the car then opened the door, helping her to get out.

She smiled as his arms wrapped around her and lifted her out of the car, and he carried her through the door of her home and laid her on the couch. "Luke huh?" She smiled "may I ask your last name?"

He made his way into the kitchen and opened the freezer and got som ice cubes out and put them into a bag and set them on her ankle. "This should help the swelling." He pressed it against her ankle he gently, "uhm, Hemmings, my full name is Luke Robert Hemmings... And you?" He chuckled.

She smiled, her bright white teeth showing, "Blaire Ambrosia Ivy, that's my name. Don't wear it out." She giggled, "now what can I do to repay you?"

He chuckled as he heard her offer, "how about a date?" He smiled.

Her face lit up, "really?... I-I mean of course! I would like that." She smiled, "is tomorrow okay? I don't have work, how about 5?"

He smiled "perfect."