bite marks l.h (hiatus)

chapter 0.1

//baby I'm a sociopath, sweet serial killer, on a war path\\

{kylie's pov}
I walked the dark streets of London, with my two closest friends, to the nearest pub. I was dragged out, for lack of a better word, by them. I never left my flat in the city, so they thought I would have fun, but I clearly was not. I don't drink that often, nor do I go to places full of sweaty, obnoxious people.

"Why have you been so quietly lately?" Imogen asked. I shrugged, not really wanting to answer.

I immediately walked to the bar and asked for a club soda looking around the pub catching a few eyes of dancing people.

After I had a few drinks in me, I ignored my friends and decided to dance, not actually wanting to. I walked towards the back and started dancing the best way I really knew how.

A tap on the shoulder startled me as I turned swiftly on my heels to see who it was that had gotten my attention. My eyes trailed up a long torso, finding two blue eyes staring angrily at me.

"Watch where you're dancing. You literally almost trampled me," the tall blonde yelled over the music.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I'm actually really drunk right now," I laughed, hoping it would ease the tension. It didn't.

The boy walked off without giving me another glance. He had a very intimidating, harsh look about him and everyone moved when he walked through the pub. I stood there dumbfounded by the way he acted. I was completely still in a room full of moving bodies.

"There you are! We've been looking since you ditched us at the bar. Are you alright?" Clarissa asked with a furrowed look.

"I'm fine, but I would like to leave now. I think I'll just walk home. I'll see you both tomorrow ? " I asked smiling.

"Sure, do you want us to come with you?" they asked looking between each other.

"I'll be okay," I hugged them both goodbye and walked quickly out of the pub, nodding at the doorman. It was a quick walk to my flat, but a hard one when you were pretty drunk to even walk straight.

My heels becoming quite heavy on my feet, I walked zig zagged. I watched the sidewalk as I walked, making sure I didn't fall down. Although, I walked right into someone's chest, that was walking the opposite way.

I started saying sorry over and over again as I was apparently a very sappy drunk. The boy grabbed my shoulders and pulled my head up so he could actually look at me.

"Calm down." He said quietly and I nodded. "Do I frighten you or something?" He asked confused and I shook my head.

"No you don't, but you told me to watch where I was going earlier. I didn't mean to run into you twice in one night."

"Well now I'm starting to believe you didn't want to see me again. I'm shattered," he said mocking me. I just stood there waiting for him to speak again. "Since you are completely wasted, I'll refrain from yelling at you, deal?" He said and laughed as I nodded.

"How are you getting home?" He asked. I told him that I was walking and he shook his head.

"I'll take you home okay?" he asked.

"Okay," I said quietly. Apparently I am also a complete idiot when I'm drunk because I barely knew who this boy was. We walked for some time and came to a motorcycle parked in an alleyway. He took the helmet off of it and handed it to me and got on.

"Get on, princess." I stared at him. I was actually terrified to get on and I didn't have a clue why.

"Come on, as long as I'm on here with you, you will be just fine." I smiled at his reassurance and got on, once I put on my helmet. I had no real experience with guys so this was all strange for me. He grabbed my hands and positioned them around his waist without warning. He chuckled as he felt me tense. I'm so glad I wore jeans tonight.

I gave him directions and we were off. The wind that I felt was incredible. It gave me a sense of euphoria and opened up all of my senses. I felt amazing, especially with the numbness of the alcohol.

He pulled up the driveway of my building and stopped the engine. I took off helmet, smoothing my hair before handing it back to him. I, then realized that I had never even asked him what his name was.

I got off and stood before him. "Uhm, by the way, what's your name?" I asked quickly.

He smirked and ran his tongue over his lip. "What's yours?"

"Kylie." He chuckled, apparently not expecting me to answer him and if I were sober I probably wouldn't because of my stubbornness.

"Well you'll find out what mine is when I come back for you." He said and left. I yelled for him, but he just rode off.

I went to my flat, drank some water and finally went to bed, trying to sleep off the alcohol.
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