hurts to remember

fan fic of blackdagger brotherhood

 

She watched as the men were beginning to enter the club. There were four men. One had long black hair falling from a widow’s peak and wore the dark wraparound sunglasses, a gorgeous blonde, a guy with a Red Sox hat, and a guy with scars on his face and black eyes. All of a sudden she was consumed by anger. She walked right in front of the men, staring at the men straight in the eyes. She was scared shitless but she couldn’t accept the fact that they were able to walk right in while the others had to wait in line. “Why the hell do you all get in while we here have to f**k’in freeze our asses off?” the men looked at her, shocked that she wasn’t scared of them. She suddenly felt like a thousand needles were piercing her skull. “What the hell?!” She swayed on her feet almost collapsing to the ground until somebody grabbed her arm. She looked up and saw it was that man with the dark wrap around sunglasses. “Here let me help,” he said, his accent making his r’s roll. He helped her stand but still held onto her arm. She tried to wrench her arm out of his grip but he just tightened harder. He bent his head toward her ear, “don’t create a scene. If you do we’ll kill you.” She bit back her tongue not wanting to push his threat. The man turned to the bouncer and nodded to him. The bouncer nodded back and the man led her into the club.

 

            The club was hot and stuffy. People filled the club from wall to wall on the dance floor bodies were rubbing against each other to the music. They walked through the crowd with ease. The people made way for them, feeling the danger emanating from the pores of the men’s skin. They headed to a dark secluded area. He pushed her against the wall. She could feel her heart racing trying to explode out of her chest. Her palms ran wet and her mouth ran dry. The man with the dark wraparound sunglasses stood in front of er and the others stood behind him. He toward over her, making her feel insignificant. “What you did took a lot of guts I had not expected one of you all to intervene. But for that it has cost you.” “Cost me!? What you want money, well you aren’t getting f**k’in s**t go rob somebody else, while I will go enjoy myself,” she yelled at him. “Doesn’t she have a dirty mouth,” said the guy with scars. She left the cold wall, hoping they didn’t see she was trembling all over. While she walked halfway past him, he grabbed her wrist. “Let me go!” “We still have unfinished business.” “It’s already over! Now let go of my wrists!” she cried in desperation. She tried to wrench her wrist out of his grasp but he just held on tightly. All of a sudden her anger took control. Why was she the one that had to be caught by these men? Why didn’t she just keep her mouth shut? She was foolish, for standing up to them this is where she ended up, talking to a bunch of mafia guys. She swung her free hand and connected to his jaw. His head tilted to the side with the force of the blow. The hit she had gave him, made him finally let go of her wrist. She backed up regretting that she had hit him, for behind him were now two guys staring at her with anger in their eyes. Wait weren’t there three. The men behind him advanced forward but the man she had hit held up his hand. All of a sudden she felt this tremendous force push her against the wall knocking the breath out of her. She was momentarily stunned, unaware who attacker was. The attacker grabbed both her wrists and put them above her head. She suddenly felt a sharp cold metallic object on her throat. She opened her eyes and saw deep cold hatred. It was like he looked right into her soul and saw the ugliness within. “You know I could kill you right now and not feel a single thing about doing it,” he said calmly. “Zsadist don’t do anything,” said the man with the wraparound sunglasses. “Why should I not do anything?” she hit you. She should pay for doing that,” said the guy named Zsadist. “We must not do anything that will draw the authorities to us. If we do we will run the risk of exposing our race,” the man said. “Don’t talk like I’m not here. Once I get out of here I will report you to the cops for assault,” she said. Zsadist pressed his knife into her throat making her strain her head upward so it would not draw blood. “You should know when to keep your mouth closed. It could cost you your life,” he told her. “Oh please! Don’t think that with that knife that you are tough. I’m not scared of you. You wouldn’t do it. You are too afraid to do it anyways because you know that the cops would be on you a*s,” she said, her voice shaking but hoping that it came out firm. “Keep thinking that you will get out of here alive. I can smell the fear coming off of you in waves. It smells good and I love it when women are scared of me,” he said. He moved his knife from her throat and trailed it down to the vee of her shirt. Why couldn’t she have worn a better shirt? She could have worn a shirt that covered up her cleavage. Now she is here, almost about to be raped by a crazed man. He leaned forward and smelled her neck. “Mmm, I can smell your fear. It smells so good. You know what let’s go out back and I’ll give you the time of your life.” “Zsadist, that’s enough! She isn’t like your other w****s. Plus she probably has family members. They’ll end up searching for her and she’ll be recognized by other people. We don’t need that trouble,” he told Zsadist. “Ha! Well woman you just got saved. If he wasn’t here I would have fucked you and killed you,” he said to her. “Zsadist, that’s enough! Okay we need to get rid of her. She already has become a problem. Vishous, I need you to erase her memory of coming to this club and meeting us. I also need you to find out were she lives and make sure she ends up in her house. Zsadist don’t ever do this s**t again or else I’ll have to tell the Scribe Virgin that you have almost exposed our race,” he told him. “Whatever it’s not like I have anything for me here,” Zsadist said. Zsadist removed the knife away from her throat and put it away. When he let go of her wrists and backed away that’s when she took her chance. She got away from the wall and ran. She ran past the men and was close to the crowd of clubbers when the man with the red sox hat was in front of her. “How the hell did you…” she didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence for all of a sudden she felt a sharp pain in her head and her vision went black.

 

            She jerked up in bed. She was sweating and breathing hard. Was it a dream or did it really happen? She tried to remember what she did last night but then a sharp pain pierced her skull. She let it go. She got out of bed and went to her bathroom. She looked in the mirror and saw that she that she still had her makeup on. Must have been a long night last night. Probably she was tired and went straight to bed. She took off her make up and brushed her teeth when she saw something on her neck. She looked closer and saw a long red mark of some kind. How did I get this? She examined it and was trying to recall what had had happened last night but it wouldn’t come she finally gave up, not wanting the pain to go any further. She got dressed and went straight to work.

 

Author's Note

I feel terrible that i ended it this way. It was going to be different when Zsadist attacked her but it ended up being changed which was weird b/c i dont know how it got like that. I really i am glad though that it turned out good. i was so HAPPY! this is pretty much the only story that i finished all the way.

Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

how could you end it like that maria...lol

bummer
but it was interesting