THE MISFORTUNES OF BEING A WOMAN
Disclaimer: The Cullens, the Swans, and most of the characters mentioned in the story that are known from Stephanie Meyer's beloved Twilight Saga, are all hers and hers alone. I neither have nor wish to pass them off as mine. I do appreciate the fact that she did bring them to life and allows us to play with them in our imaginations. The only thing I will claim is the current storyline.
I met him one night in the club I had just happened to enter for a quick drink while on my way home. The only reason I went there was because I felt strange. When I say 'strange' I'm talking about the feeling you get when you think someone is following you, or, watching your every move. They can see you, but, you can't see them. Out of sight far enough back that you can't make them out in the dark and with others coming and going it would be hard to be sure, anyway.
So, I thought that if I entered the club then I would be able to keep an eye on the door. That way anyone that came in after me I would be able to see who they were. Hoping that I would know for sure if I was just being crazy, or, know for sure that someone really was following me.
The ones there were already busy drinking I had no interest, but, that was where I went wrong as well. Leave it to me; I was the one person out of the crowd that would have a Murphy Day. Know what I mean? Anything that can, will. Go wrong that is.
After getting a drink I quietly went over to a table in a corner, out of way of the door, but, situated to where I could keep an eye on who entered. Seeing a tall, dark haired man with russet colored skin which identified him as Native American, come through, but, no other; I kept a close watch on his actions.
Every so often he would sneak a peek in my direction. Not that he was bad looking because he wasn't; just creepy. I fell no spark for that man, only caution.
While keeping watch on the creep that came in after me, I never noticed the attention I was getting from the table in the far corner away from the bar. Three tables had been pulled together and at the center table were four men with three women. Shit, we are talking model quality looks with all of them.
Every once in a while they would draw attention with the laughter and gaiety coming from them. Now, to be honest, when you look closer at them it was only the middle table that seemed to be having any fun. The two end tables were very somber, always watchful and tense. Ready for action types, if you know what I mean.
Suddenly a shadow fell across me while I was busy watching the creep that came in after me. I was startled and squeaked a bit before looking up to see the most gorgeous, knock me over with a feather, I can't breathe looking man I had ever seen in my damn ass life. And, he had approached me. Why?
"May I be seated for a moment?" his quiet silky voice asked. And, all I could do was nod yes since the damn cat stole my tongue and forgot to bring it back. As it was, looking at him made me feel like "when God said brains, I thought he said trains, and missed mine," mentality. He looked that delicious.
He had been speaking and, of course, like a nutcase, I didn't hear a word. And, realized that he had stood to return to his group probably thinking I had escaped from the funny farm or something. But, after a few words with them, they all rose and left. He returned to me holding out his hand. Looking up at him and then back to his hand two or three times, it finally registered that he was waiting for me to take it and leave with him.
I mean, shit, why not. That would keep creep o la from coming after me. Besides, you don't kick fate in the teeth when she gives you something of this type of blessing. So, I took his hand and left with him.
As we got outside he leaned in and whispered, "Damn, I had just about given up on finding you, my dream girl. But, now, that I have you, I won't let you go. You won't do without a damn thing and the world will be at your feet." I didn't think anything of it at that moment.
We spent the rest of the night together. Something I don't normally do. That just isn't my scene. But, he made me feel things that I had only read about in a romance novel. I had no clue that such feelings really existed.
The next morning while he slept I came to my senses around about five and by five fifteen I was out the door quicker than Speed Racer do a quarter mile. Never looked back. Never knew that I had a reason to. Boy was I wrong.
Like I mentioned earlier, I am the one that has the Murphy's Day.
A/N: What type of situation do we have here? Do we have an idea of who was who at the beginning?
Not everything is as it seems
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