Peculiar
“Mr.-” the bar tender started, but was quickly interrupted by the guy’s infernal question. “You had enough. Go home” The bar tender said. The drunken man ignored his suggestion and turned his back to him.
As he resumed his weird sobs, I went to the bathroom. I’m being specific again. Well it’s gonna be like this for some more chapters. Inside the bathroom were normal women, that didn’t look Finnish.
Back at my table, the night grew older as I made up my mind to leave the bar, yet my heart was telling me to stay, to drink more. But I was getting tired of the vodka not being able to get me drunk. Not humanly possible after tree bottles of vodka. Anyway I paid for my drinks and left.
The cold air outside the bar hit me like a bus. The sun was almost done setting. It had been a perfect weather in Finland. Unfortunately it was ruin when I heard the girl I say at the bathroom talking about the drunken man in the bar.
“Vamos a volver adentro” Lets go back inside. One whispered in Spanish, but her accent was Puerto Rican.
“¿Pa’ que?” For what? The other asked taking a glance at my direction. I just pretended to be enjoying the cold breeze, which I was.
The other lowered her tone “¡Ese tipo que estaba en el bar esta bien bueno! Que tall si lo seducimos. Ver cual le gusta mas.” That guy by the bar was hot! How about we seduce him? See who he likes more. Bitches! At that moment I was truly ashamed that we came from the same island for the other nodded as if it was nothing. Stupid whores. The poor guy had it coming, Puerto Rican style.
I stated to head toward my car, when a strange feeling overcame me. I was going to let that poor man (regardless of what he had done in his life, I didn’t really care) get violated. That would had been insensible if me.
Pacing back to the bar I changed my appearance. Let me tell you of how I was looking before the change. I had platinum blonde hair down to my waist, tan skin, and big blue eyes. With the change I went back into looking a lot like my normal appearance but more dark. Pale skin, black shoulder length hair and light brown eyes. I took my jacket off and threw it away on the parking lot.
When I burst trough the door I quickly saw them. One was serving him more to drink while the other was sitting on his lap.
“Like old times” I muttered to myself as I walked to where they where, with a plan in my head. “What are you doing?” I yelled in Finn. The women got off him when they saw me. “One little argument and you get drunk. That is so like you!” I have always been a great actress.
The man lifted his hair covered face “Jonna?” He asked in a low harsh voice that sounded awfully familiar. I stepped closer to him, ignoring the wide eyed expression on the girls faces, and hugged him.
“I’ve been so worried about you.” I said to him, giving him a soft peck on the lips to make things more believable. “Leys go home.” When I turned to where I saw last the women, they weren’t there. Shaking that aside I called the bar tender to pay the guy’s drinks, but he told me it was ok, that he was going to do what the guy instructed him before he was drunk and put it in his tab.
I wrapped the drunken dude’s left arm around my neck and my right arm around his waist, trying to support him as we walked away to my car. After I finally got him strapped on the seat, it hit me that I didn’t know where the guy lived. Smart of me, but I could afford to generous with strangers.
“What am I going to do with you now.” I asked myself. It was lazy on me, I must admit, for I could’ve picked up his scent on the streets and look all night for his house. I just didn’t want to.
“Let’s have sex” Said the dude, who I didn’t noticed that was conscious.
Smiling as I rolled my eyes I said to him: “Are you mad? I don’t know where you been.” He didn’t respond. “Hey dude!” I poked him. “Great, he passed out. This is what you get Rain, for trying to be nice.” I stated up my Mercedes. “I guess I’m having a sleepover.”
The thirty minute ride to my house was torture. The HIM CD wasn’t helping. He threw-up two fucking times in my car, and almost made me hit another car when he turned over groaning. Scared the crap out of me but other than that he was alright.
I had him out of my car and into my house faster than when I left the bar; I didn’t have to pretend being human. He was tall, skinny and not too heavy, not that it minded. I threw him on the guest room bed where he did to stand up as I looked for sheets.
He fell once again on the mattress after I pushed him. “Don’t be so pushy sweetheart” He said in English while laughing. “You’ll have to do most of the work, I’m very tiered” He teased me by taking off his jacket.
“In your dreams, loud mouth.” I muttered, and then I noticed a very familiar tattoo on his left arm. My dead heart beaded rapidly as I examined his arm with my photographic memory. I refused to believe what my insides where telling me, so I move my attention to his face and removed his hair from it.
A gasp escaped me. “Holly Lucifer! Ville? Fuck!”
As he resumed his weird sobs, I went to the bathroom. I’m being specific again. Well it’s gonna be like this for some more chapters. Inside the bathroom were normal women, that didn’t look Finnish.
Back at my table, the night grew older as I made up my mind to leave the bar, yet my heart was telling me to stay, to drink more. But I was getting tired of the vodka not being able to get me drunk. Not humanly possible after tree bottles of vodka. Anyway I paid for my drinks and left.
The cold air outside the bar hit me like a bus. The sun was almost done setting. It had been a perfect weather in Finland. Unfortunately it was ruin when I heard the girl I say at the bathroom talking about the drunken man in the bar.
“Vamos a volver adentro” Lets go back inside. One whispered in Spanish, but her accent was Puerto Rican.
“¿Pa’ que?” For what? The other asked taking a glance at my direction. I just pretended to be enjoying the cold breeze, which I was.
The other lowered her tone “¡Ese tipo que estaba en el bar esta bien bueno! Que tall si lo seducimos. Ver cual le gusta mas.” That guy by the bar was hot! How about we seduce him? See who he likes more. Bitches! At that moment I was truly ashamed that we came from the same island for the other nodded as if it was nothing. Stupid whores. The poor guy had it coming, Puerto Rican style.
I stated to head toward my car, when a strange feeling overcame me. I was going to let that poor man (regardless of what he had done in his life, I didn’t really care) get violated. That would had been insensible if me.
Pacing back to the bar I changed my appearance. Let me tell you of how I was looking before the change. I had platinum blonde hair down to my waist, tan skin, and big blue eyes. With the change I went back into looking a lot like my normal appearance but more dark. Pale skin, black shoulder length hair and light brown eyes. I took my jacket off and threw it away on the parking lot.
When I burst trough the door I quickly saw them. One was serving him more to drink while the other was sitting on his lap.
“Like old times” I muttered to myself as I walked to where they where, with a plan in my head. “What are you doing?” I yelled in Finn. The women got off him when they saw me. “One little argument and you get drunk. That is so like you!” I have always been a great actress.
The man lifted his hair covered face “Jonna?” He asked in a low harsh voice that sounded awfully familiar. I stepped closer to him, ignoring the wide eyed expression on the girls faces, and hugged him.
“I’ve been so worried about you.” I said to him, giving him a soft peck on the lips to make things more believable. “Leys go home.” When I turned to where I saw last the women, they weren’t there. Shaking that aside I called the bar tender to pay the guy’s drinks, but he told me it was ok, that he was going to do what the guy instructed him before he was drunk and put it in his tab.
I wrapped the drunken dude’s left arm around my neck and my right arm around his waist, trying to support him as we walked away to my car. After I finally got him strapped on the seat, it hit me that I didn’t know where the guy lived. Smart of me, but I could afford to generous with strangers.
“What am I going to do with you now.” I asked myself. It was lazy on me, I must admit, for I could’ve picked up his scent on the streets and look all night for his house. I just didn’t want to.
“Let’s have sex” Said the dude, who I didn’t noticed that was conscious.
Smiling as I rolled my eyes I said to him: “Are you mad? I don’t know where you been.” He didn’t respond. “Hey dude!” I poked him. “Great, he passed out. This is what you get Rain, for trying to be nice.” I stated up my Mercedes. “I guess I’m having a sleepover.”
The thirty minute ride to my house was torture. The HIM CD wasn’t helping. He threw-up two fucking times in my car, and almost made me hit another car when he turned over groaning. Scared the crap out of me but other than that he was alright.
I had him out of my car and into my house faster than when I left the bar; I didn’t have to pretend being human. He was tall, skinny and not too heavy, not that it minded. I threw him on the guest room bed where he did to stand up as I looked for sheets.
He fell once again on the mattress after I pushed him. “Don’t be so pushy sweetheart” He said in English while laughing. “You’ll have to do most of the work, I’m very tiered” He teased me by taking off his jacket.
“In your dreams, loud mouth.” I muttered, and then I noticed a very familiar tattoo on his left arm. My dead heart beaded rapidly as I examined his arm with my photographic memory. I refused to believe what my insides where telling me, so I move my attention to his face and removed his hair from it.
A gasp escaped me. “Holly Lucifer! Ville? Fuck!”