Dance with the Devil - A CaptainSparklez FanFiction

Chapter One

ok, i'm not entirely sure if im going to be using this plot. so if this book gets boring or i am entirely stuck, be expecting it to be deleted c;

BUT HEY! LOOK! A NEW FF FINALLY!

>>ASHLYN'S POV<<

Oh, freaking shit. I thought as I peeked through the cheap and dirty curtain, immediately spotting the familiar red truck drive into the neighborhood. How the hell did he find me?! 

I saw the familiar buff man open the passenger door of the truck, the same sunglasses resting on his nose as always, along with the burnt out cigarette that he always had danging from his mouth.

Landon. 

He nodded, looking at the man sitting in the driver's seat, grabbing a gun from him and shoving it into his belt. 

My eyes widened and I panicked, dashing into the bathroom and staring into the cracked mirror hanging from the paint-chipped wall.

Through the cracks of the glass, I managed to throw my long blond hair up and over my head, disguising them as side swept bangs. I tucked it underneath the loose snapback that I had lying on the floor, along with the dirty and ripped hoodie I had found in the streets of the town.

Luckily, I didn't have any makeup, mostly because I couldn't afford it anyways. 

I was wearing sweatpants, which was perfect, and I cleared my throat, preparing it for the next few minutes.

"My name is Pete," I said into the mirror, the practiced voice of a convincing enough male coming out easily and comfortably. "No, sorry, I don't know an Ashlyn."

Lucky for me, my real voice was already deep naturally, so all I had to do was lower it a little more without sounding strained, and add a little rasp to cover the feminine edges of it.

I nodded, making sure to put a small frown on my face, right before I jumped as I heard a loud banging on the already breaking front door.

"Shit, oh shit," I muttered as I took a deep breath and left the bathroom, shoving my hands into my pocket.

For a split second I considered not answering the door, just leaving him thinking that no one lived in this bang-up shack that I took shelter in, before I realized, that's exactly where he would think I would be. Unable to afford proper housing, he'd know that I would be hiding here and scout the entire shelter.

I walked up to the front door, opening it with one hand, the small frown still present on my face.

The man at the front narrowed his eyes at me, his hand traveling to the back of his belt where I knew his gun lay.

"Who the hell are you?" I said easily, my voice low and masculine. I eyed him, feigning suspicion before he responded, taking his hand away from his hidden weapon.

"Let me ask you first. Who the hell are you?" he retorted, his voice raspy from the amount of cigarettes he smoked. He stepped forward slightly, his bad breath making me flinch slightly.

"Pete, now answer my question," I lied, using my fake name while leaning against the wall slightly, trying to look natural.

"You got a girlfriend livin' here?" He continued, completely ignoring my act in pretending I didn't know who he was.

I scoffed. "With this crappy abandoned shack? You tell me, man," I said. Damn, I should've become an actress if it weren't for this douche. 

He narrowed his eyes once again, eyeing me closely while I adjusted my hat casually. He shook his head before taking a deep breath.

"You see a skimpy little blond girl running around in this town? 'Bout your height, short pretty girl?" He asked gruffly, taking a whiff from his cigarette.