$witchblade - sequel to $carecrow. A $crim fanfiction.

Chapter 4: Destruction is my Seduction

TW: drug use

"What do ya mean?" He asks me,

Scott sits up, unsure of what I'm about to say next, after all, he thinks my name is Victoria, he would probably freak out if he knew the truth.

"What if she was saved," I suggest,

"I saw the blood, I saw her fuckin wound, she was bleedin out,"

"People would have called 911," I say,

"Listen, Victoria, I know she's dead, there's no possible way she can be alive." He says.

Scott is getting a bit agitated now, probably from me bringing up his dead girlfriend, who isn't actually dead and is sitting right next to him.

"Do you want me to walk you out again?" I ask,

He nods his head as he pulls a cigarette out of his pant pocket, he sticks it in his mouth but waits until we step outside to light it up.

"Wan' bum a cig?" He asks me,

I nod my head yes, he reaches in and grabs another, putting it in my mouth.

"Ya got the last one."

Scott hands me his red lighter, I light up the cigarette, I don't usually smoke, but this was a chance to get closer to Scott as Victoria. We walk down the busy street together, blowing out smoke.

"I should've booked ya today," he comments,

"Why didn't you?" I ask,

"I would rather get to know you as a person instead of someone who dances for me,"

"You can still book me and get to know me," I smile,

"It seems disingenuous, I'd rather sit down and chat with ya, smoke a swisher, rail a line, Y'know that kind of stuff," he says,

"You could just book me for that," I repeat,

"Ya an escort too?" He asks, raising his eyebrow.

"You gotta pay me before you get to know me," I joke,

He stops in his tracks and rummages around in his pocket, pulling out three hundred dollars, he hands it to me, which shocks me. I didn't think he'd take it seriously.

"Come back to my motel." I smile.

We walk through the wet streets, holding onto each other, all giddy like a couple that's just left the club intoxicated together. Only I'm intoxicated by his presence, this is my way of wanting more, without breaking my facade.

I smoke my cigarette and trot down the footpath in my Pleasers, holding onto Scott for support. He seems excited to come back with me. We arrive at the motel ten minutes later, it's not that long of a walk. I take my key out of my bag as we head up to the room. I put my hand against the door, steadying myself.

"Welcome to my house," I smile, taking my Pleasers off to go jump on the bed.

"Ya live here?" He asks,

"Yeah, I just left my roommate's house and came here, I haven't really got a plan," I say, setting a three hour timer on my phone.

I show Scott the timer so he knows how much he's paid for. Three hours with him isn't enough to study his mind. I decide to put some music on, a random playlist I had created on Soundcloud, it's mainly underground stuff.

Scott takes his shirt off and throws it on the ground, I look at all of the scriptures and skulls on his body, still enthralled by all of his ink.

He takes the baggie of coke he had previously shown me at the club and sits on the couch, waving it in my face.