Drinks With Dagon (Book One)

Chapter one - Dani

The bright rays of sunlight stabbed through the darkness and woke me. I grumbled a little and jumped up, threw the giant comforter over my face, and stumbled to the window to draw the curtains. Then, I stood, looking out the window. I scrunched my face up, my nose touching my upper lip, as I turned to face my bed. The mirror beside my bed showed a thin, but curvy girl, with big eyes and fluffy, dark hair. I sighed and blinked at the clock. "Jesus christ," I mumbled out loud, "it ain't even noon yet." I hurriedly threw the comforter back on my bed and ran my fingers through my tangled, messy hair, before stalking into the bathroom for a shower.

After the shower, I threw on tattered black jeans and a black undershirt, then a half zippered red hoodie, to complete the outfit. Sitting on the floor, I tugged my beat-up red converse on. Standing slowly, I threw my hands on my hips, looking in the mirror. Grinning, I struck a few poses before chuckling at myself, then grabbed my messenger bag and locked my apartment. On the way out, my neighbor, Mrs. Ensel, stopped me. "Hello dearie! Off for some more of them art supplies? Can you get me some milk on your way back?" The lady smiled so politely and was so old, who could refuse??

Smiling warmly and nodding. "Sure thing, Mrs. E., I'll bring it by around 2," I said, darting around the corner. Whew, I thought, dipping out the door and lighting a cigarette. I walked the five blocks to the art store and bought two canvases, a ton of paints, and a few new brushes. Afterwards, I made my way to the corner store for Mrs. E's milk, and headed home. After dropping off the milk, I headed back to my place and set up my easel by the window to paint. Starting with black, I caked the canvas. Then, swirling bits of crimson and rust in, I started losing interest. I got up and grabbed my bag, not caring about the flecks of paint on my hands and clothes. I set out for the pub.

As I sat down, I held up two fingers and almost immediately Ash was there in front of me. "Hey babe. So two shots of Kraken, hot stuff?", he said, running his fingers through his long platinum hair. I loved his chiseled jaw, perfectly straight nose, insanely flawless skin, and those jade green eyes; but he wasn't my type at all. Oh no, I like tall, pale, and mysterious. He left nothing to desire. Doesn't mean I couldn't flirt. "You know me inside and out....well, maybe not inside...yet.", I said in my best sultry voice, while throwing a wink. You could tell it got him flustered, his cheeks turned a slight pink and he slid the drinks to me. "On the house, this time."

I smiled sheepishly and nodded at him, pounding both shots back in succession, quickly. Ash fixed me up a rum & vanilla coke (my favorite), right as a dark shadow slid up beside me. His voice was like autumn wind...delicious, yet slightly cold. "Is this seat taken?"

I looked out of my peripheral to the left, still facing dead ahead, as I responded coolly, "Nope. All yours."

The guy slid his legs around the barstool, and I watched him cautiously. The entire bar is open, why sit next to me, I thought. As I watched him, I noticed his raven black hair fall beside his face, which he quickly tucked back behind his ear. "I'll have the same as her."

Ash quickly poured another drink, seeming frightened by this guy, and passed it to him, walking away immediately. After a few minutes of silence, just the two of us sipping at our drinks, I turned to look at him. "Weren't there any other seats you could have taken? I don't like being so close to someone, especially when he doesn't even introduce himself."

He scoffed at me and as soon as he faced me, I understood why Ash was scared. This guy was so insanely gorgeous. Ash was like a model, but definitely paled in comparison. This guy was like a god. Long, silken black hair that glimmered blue when light hit it, skin so white it was almost translucent, his muscles, and dear lord, his face. It was so beautiful that it was almost feminine. His thick lips, long straight nose, long lashes, and his eyes were so light blue, they seemed almost white. "I am Dagon. And how dare you address me as though I am the rude one, girl."

My heart fluttered, skipping a beat as I stammered an apology and quickly left the bar, fumbling with my phone, I texted my best friend. "Dear god Clutch, I just saw THE most beautiful man EVER..."

Clutch responded a second later, "come over. Explain." I responded, "Will do, on the way. Be there in 20." I was walking as fast as I could, my heart beating practically out of my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I looked at Clutch with the most serious face I could muster. Clutch flipped her fingers through her Mohawk, and smoked a cigarette impatiently. "So, Dani...You gonna tell me what that was about?", she commanded. I blinked and finally broke. "He was tall, and was super skinny, but had extreme muscles, but not like a bodybuilder. And his hair was so long and straight and it totally couldn't be dyed, it was just too pretty. And oh my god, his eyes!! His fucking eyes, Clutch. They were blue, but so light. So, so light. Like practically fucking white, like his perfect skin. He was SO inhuman, but it's not like he could be anything else. He was so beautiful, it scared me. And it scared Ash."

Clutch scratched her head and made a face. "You should prolly quit with the drinking, girl. It's made you lose your head...", she slowly stated. I furrowed my brow, "Really? So that's what you are saying it is? And that's all?". I stood, absolutely furious with her. "Well, fuck you, Clutch. FUCK. YOU.", I spat, storming out of Clutch's apartment, slamming the door with her protesting, "Wait, I didn't mean it like..."

I pretended not to hear her protests or pleas and continued stomping down the stairs. I kicked the door open to the outside, the wind nipping at me a little. I pulled my hoodie tighter around me to fend off the cold. Mumbling to myself, head towards the ground, I didn't even see him until after I had crashed into him.

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Writers block on the other story, and this one is coming easier. Started in a few years ago with the idea, and now I'm posting the first bit. :)

EDITED (10/3/2012):

I'm working two days a week, so you'd think I'd have more time to write, but wrong!! I've had so much BS happen its not even funny...My great grandmother was stricken sick a few days ago and she passed this morning. I have to go out of town to attend her funeral on Saturday. And I work 8 am today. It's about midnight right now. T-T