Alright, I was asked by one of my reviewers to turn one of my one-shots into a full length story: and so, here it is. I present to you…the story I have yet to name!~ featuring my own character, Scarlette :D Now, there is one difference that I'm making here. In my story I like you, I love you, she seems like a sweet, innocent kind of girl (plus she's seventeen lol) in this,
Disclaimer: I do not own L4D2….valve does….damn it….XD
Dedication: to , who gave me the will to write this out :D thank you!~
Sin is the instinct I'm attracted to
I swore to live while carrying a cross
Your clumsy skills will always leave me dry
Is the honey from the flower that only opens at night too bitter for you?
I had been the best in my line of work. Once I began my rein, no one could stop me. The others always glared at me with cold looks, but I hadn't really cared. They weren't my friends, and I wasn't there's. When my life went downhill, this is what I ran to. I relieved myself of any morals I had left, and let my demon side take over. My heart is cold, I'm ruthless. They call me the Perfect Liar. But you can just call me Scarlette.
The small Savannah club wasn't as stylish as I was accustomed to in Los Angeles, but it would have to work. I was running low on gas and money, and I still had a far way to go. I pulled my imperial blue Camaro up to the curb, and I stepped out. I straightened my short dark black dress, and flipped my curly platinum blonde hair back over my shoulders. The perfect entrance.
The inside of the club was full of people, all of the just waiting to be scammed. I had gotten a lot of looks from the guys at the bar, and I flirtatiously smiled back at them and winked. This was going to be too easy. One of them approached me, and smiled. He was at least a foot taller than me, brunette, muscular, and obviously getting to the point of being drunk.
"Hey there cutie," he said, his speech a little slurred.
"Hey," I smiled.
"You looked kinda lonely over here, want some company?" he asked.
"From a hotie like you? Tonight's my lucky night," I flirted easily. It was exactly thirty minutes and three beers later that I was three-hundred dollars richer. I made my way across the bar, scamming each and every guy. It was around midnight by now, and I had at least five-thousand dollars. I sat alone at one of the secluded tables in the corner, counting my money.
"Damn, and I thought I was a good con artist," a deep voice said, nearly making me jump. A man stood at the other end of the table, watching me with a smirk. I wondered how long he'd been standing there. He had midnight black hair, and golden-green eyes. He wore a white suit, which looked like it was brand new.
"I'd say thank you, but it would probably add on to your apparently large ego," I smirked.
"Definitely a con artist…." He chuckled, taking a seat from across from me, "You got a name sweetheart?"
"Perfect Liar," I responded, placing my cash back in my purse.
"Ok, maybe a real name?" he muttered.
"Sure I have one, but I don't use it," I admitted, leaning back in my chair. "You have one?"
"Nick. I stick to a first name basis, but hell, at least I use a real one," he smirked.
"Bastard," I muttered. He rolled his eyes at me.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"Twenty-one," I lied.
"You're lying. You told each guy at the bar a different age, so which one is it?" he said.
"What the hell, were you stalking me?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Maybe, but you were the only person I figured I couldn't con in this place," he shrugged. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine…." I huffed, and crossed my arms, "Nineteen…" I muttered. His eyes widened for a few seconds, but then he regained his composure.
"That's a little young for this kind of business, isn't it?" He asked.
"Shut the fuck up, ok? You don't know me," I defended myself.
"Jesus, chill the fuck out," He said. "But seriously, what is a nineteen year old doing with this kind of job?"
"I have the gift of beauty and smarts," I said simply, "I'm just putting them to good use."
"And you said my ego was big…." He muttered. I sighed. As attractive as he was, I wasn't putting up with this bullshit anymore. I got up from the table, and he got up too.
"Well Nick," I said coldly, "It was nice chatting with you, but I have places to be, things to do," I said, and began to walk away.
"wait!" he said, grabbing onto my arm. I spun around quickly, ripping my arm from his grasp.
"What?" I demanded.
"At least tell me where you're staying tonight," he pleaded.
"Just in case I need to talk to you again," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, and thought about for a second.
"Probably the Savannah Hotel, now, if you excuse me," I said elegantly, and turned away.
"Wait! One more thing," he said, stopping me again.
"Jesus Christ, what now?"
"You never did tell me your name," he smirked.
"I'm known as the Perfect Liar, but you can call me Scarlette," I said. I turned away without another word. I walked out of the club, most of the eyes on me. Call me arrogant or self-centered, but I enjoyed it.
I took the few clothes I had up to my room after checking in. I opened the door to my room, and shut it behind me. I shoved my clothing in the closet, and changed into my PJ's. I hopped on the bed, and turned on the tv.
"With the Green Flu spreading even farther than the northeastern states, the people of Savannah are advised to stay indoors, and keep all pets, family members, and themselves away from the infected." The girl on the screen said. Her dark brown complexion almost blended in with the scene behind her.
"CEDA is now planning evacuations of the general public, and these are the five evac stations in the Savannah area," A small map of the area pulled up, and the Savannah hotel was one of them. Shit, I thought. I'd have to evacuate in the morning….perfect. I clicked off the TV, then the lamp beside my bed. Then, thoughts of Nick suddenly crossed my mind. I wonder if I would actually ever see him again….? I shrugged off the idea, and returned to trying to sleep.
Yup, she's a prostitute. XD an arrogant, egotistic one as well lol anyway, please review :D I would like to know what you people think of my character x3