Post by Solstice Loup Garou on Apr 10, 2009 6:18:18 GMT -5
New York was my home. Well, one of my homes, the other was with the clan which I had just visited. I disliked being around the others, the fact that they could get into my head was annoying. So I was back in my lame apartment which was small and had barely any room, dressed in a leather outfit with fangs jutting from my mouth. Some called me a vampire, I was just, different. A werewolf born in the clan, my parents were the Erato and Eros of the clan and highly protective over me, and after finding out about the rape, they didn't want me coming back here, my father tried to forbid it but I ignored him and came back. So here I was, pacing around my apartment, thinking of shit to do when the phone called. No one called me so I knew who it was. "Hello?" I answered when I picked up the phone, taking a seat on the kitchen bench. "I have the stuff." Was all he said, and with a smile, I ended the call, pushing open the door and heading out into the cool night air.
I never locked my door, there was nothing to steal anyway, so shoving my hands into my leather jacket pocket, my movements became fast as I headed towards a club. The bouncer knew me and let me in, I immediately headed to the back. The club was playing some music I didn't know, the whole inside was black and red with lights splayed everywhere and people dancing. Reaching the back, where it was V.I.P only, I took a seat, moments later Damon came in dressed in a crisp suit. "Looking nice." I winked getting a soft smile in return. I was eighteen years old, and turned heads for the right reasons. Gorgeous black hair, light blue eyes which went pure silver and white when I transformed. Skin porcelain pale and I did look good in leather. Damon placed a line of white powder on the table, setting out the vodka and tequila into shot glasses as another few people walked in. A girl named Alexandra and her boyfriend Scott.
We were alone now, I took the the place before the line, taking the special straw in my fingers before lining it up with the powder. I sniffed, taking the hit and feeling the effects instantly, while handing it over to the next person while I took a shot of vodka. "Don't take the same amount I did. You won't be able to handle it." I mumbled, knowing if they took the same amount of the cocaine, since thats what it was, they would overdose. My body could handle it, I was a wolf too so my body could handle more than what normal people could. Leaning back in the chair, I heard sirens, Damon swore. "Shit its a raid!" He began to clean up with Alexandra and Scott took the door and ran off, I stood, jacket trailing at my feet, Damon told me to leave so I did, taking the window which overlooked a portion of water. Feet hitting the wet ground as a slight drizzle came from the sky, I heard the door being crushed as cops swarmed the place. Running, they wouldn't catch me, I headed into the outskirts, not even going to my apartment but instead, a forest area. Reaching the cold shade, I sat down, knowing I was going to be safe for the night, yet I was going to have to go back to the clan.
My cell rang an hour later, Damon was on the end. "Get out of town. They know who you are. They saw the files of clients, I'm sorry." Well fuck me. I really did have to go to the clan now, I was in trouble. Those cases on clients were those who bought the drugs and those who were at the club. "Oh fuck." Hanging up, I felt, lost. The drug was wearing off, my reckless behavior that had been with me my whole life, was now destroying it.
I never locked my door, there was nothing to steal anyway, so shoving my hands into my leather jacket pocket, my movements became fast as I headed towards a club. The bouncer knew me and let me in, I immediately headed to the back. The club was playing some music I didn't know, the whole inside was black and red with lights splayed everywhere and people dancing. Reaching the back, where it was V.I.P only, I took a seat, moments later Damon came in dressed in a crisp suit. "Looking nice." I winked getting a soft smile in return. I was eighteen years old, and turned heads for the right reasons. Gorgeous black hair, light blue eyes which went pure silver and white when I transformed. Skin porcelain pale and I did look good in leather. Damon placed a line of white powder on the table, setting out the vodka and tequila into shot glasses as another few people walked in. A girl named Alexandra and her boyfriend Scott.
We were alone now, I took the the place before the line, taking the special straw in my fingers before lining it up with the powder. I sniffed, taking the hit and feeling the effects instantly, while handing it over to the next person while I took a shot of vodka. "Don't take the same amount I did. You won't be able to handle it." I mumbled, knowing if they took the same amount of the cocaine, since thats what it was, they would overdose. My body could handle it, I was a wolf too so my body could handle more than what normal people could. Leaning back in the chair, I heard sirens, Damon swore. "Shit its a raid!" He began to clean up with Alexandra and Scott took the door and ran off, I stood, jacket trailing at my feet, Damon told me to leave so I did, taking the window which overlooked a portion of water. Feet hitting the wet ground as a slight drizzle came from the sky, I heard the door being crushed as cops swarmed the place. Running, they wouldn't catch me, I headed into the outskirts, not even going to my apartment but instead, a forest area. Reaching the cold shade, I sat down, knowing I was going to be safe for the night, yet I was going to have to go back to the clan.
My cell rang an hour later, Damon was on the end. "Get out of town. They know who you are. They saw the files of clients, I'm sorry." Well fuck me. I really did have to go to the clan now, I was in trouble. Those cases on clients were those who bought the drugs and those who were at the club. "Oh fuck." Hanging up, I felt, lost. The drug was wearing off, my reckless behavior that had been with me my whole life, was now destroying it.
