Sunday, March 28th, 2004
I sat on the dusty, old, rickety bed, one hand stuffed into my front pocket, the other clutching a cigarette between index and middle fingers. Truth be told, prison currency was in fact, cigarettes. Unbelievable as it may have seemed, the other prisoners were ravenous for the taste of nicotine. But what did I need from them? Absolutely nothing. Demonica and I had been yelled at again by the guards for causing a ruckus. I was about at the point to freak out and start a prison riot: just for shits and giggles. Then I realized that my neck was on the line and I really didn’t have diplomatic immunity like I had jokingly said to Demmy earlier.
“I’m so alone… there’s nobody here beside meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…” I began to mumble to myself, my voice slowly gaining in volume. I rested my head against the wall, glancing over in the vague direction of Demmy’s cell. “My troubles have all gone… there’s no one to derive me…” In the middle of my singing, a guard walked up to my cell. Hastily he shoved a key into the lock and opened the door.
"You're out of here," he stated, his voice gruff and guttural. My brow raised slightly in question, head tilting to the side as I silently and hastily planned a spectacular exit that would leave the guard offended but helpless. Slowly, I rose to my feet, stepping out of the cell to stand in front of the guard, brow raised. Reaching up, I butted out my cigarette in the top of his hat and smirked. He was about to slap my knee with the nightstick but I grabbed his face, forced my lips upon his before shoving him inside the cell and sliding the door shut. I grasped his keys through the bars and walked off, humming the same tune I had been singing earlier.
“Here, Demmy, Demmy, Demmy…” I said as I walked down the hall, looking in all of the cells as I strolled by. Finally, I found her, smirking a bit. Down the corridor, I could hear the guard shouting and banging the bars with his nightstick. So much for back-up keys, eh? I unlocked the door and threw open the bars. “Demmy!” I said joyfully, winking once at her before turning to face in the direction I had come. Winding up, I threw the keys down the corridor, watching them slide to a halt just outside of my previous cell. Almost instantly, I saw a hand come out to try and grasp the keys, though they were just inches from reach. I turned around to face Demonica again, a big ol’ grin on my face.
Demonica laughed as she stepped out from her cell and looked down the hall at the hand trying to reach the keys. After stretching with a relieved sigh she spoke.
"So...out the front door?" She asked me. I smirked a bit, wrapping my arm round hers as though I were escorting her. I smiled sweetly, glancing over at Demmy from the corner of my eye.
“Sure… if you want to do it the easy way,” I said with a laugh, letting go of her and walking through the front of the prison where people were admitted to the cells. I promptly flipped off the cop that arrested us and moved out to the front of the station where the infamous Darkstar stood, waiting. I’d never met him, and was extremely grateful for the whole spending however much money to bail me out. I held back, standing behind Demonica now, hands in my pockets. His unpainted face was covered in scars which seemed to enhance the effect of his intense, piercing eyes. They were a dark blue and had a depth to them that looked as if they could swallow you within them. His extremely muscular frame was covered in black. An aura of menace seemed to surround him. Demonica looked up at him. Her normal demeanour seemed to almost change in his presence.
"D.S… thanks for coming to bail us out," she said, her voice pitch changing a little as well. In my opinion, it was a typical male influence on the female gender. He just nodded and stared at me rather than her. He seemed to be almost sizing me up. I raised my brow slightly, tilting my head to the side as I looked up and down DS once. Not really intimidated, more grateful than anything, but not exactly sure how to say it. He seemed the type to be all… dark, brooding and bitchy and from what I figured, not one to take appreciation and praise very well. So, instead, I just nodded in agreement to Demmy’s statement. When he spoke his fanged teeth showed. His voice was dark and raspy. The kind that would send a shiver down most women’s spines.
"Let's go to the car. This place makes me sick," he mumbled. With that he turned and walked out. Something about the way he had spoken seemed forced... agitated. After he was out, Demonica turned to me.
"I'm actually surprised he came inside the building. I have a feeling I’m in for a hard week of training." The second sentence had a foreboding feel to it. I chuckled, almost nervously, waiting for Demmy to turn before I followed the two out into the parking lot and to the Ford Taurus that was obviously a rental. I waited for the doors to unlock before slipping into the backseat, slumping down into the greyish upholstery. Neither he, Demonica or I bothered with a seatbelt. A common… a positive. After starting the engine, he appeared more relaxed. Then, he handed Demonica a beer and a pack of smokes.
"You want a beer Gwen?" I smirked a bit, drawing out my cigarettes and rolling down the window. I lit one and sighed, enjoying the smoky flavour that washed over my mouth and throat. It was a lot better, believe it or not, and then the cigarettes I had smoked during the few days in prison. Which reminded me… damn, I need a shower. I wrinkled my noise in disgust. I had used the showers in the station, but they were probably more disgusting than me.
“God, yes!” I said, reaching forward to grasp the beer that D.S. had offered me. Juggling the cigarette and the beer, I managed to tap the beer can on the top and bottom to stop it from fizzing over before cracking it open. I took the first sip, enjoying the malt flavour washing past my taste buds. Demonica drank from hers while Darkstar opened his own and chugged the whole thing down. Then, he put the car in drive and pulled away from the station. He tossed the can out the window as they drove out onto the street. Demonica gave him some directions before she turned sideways and looked at me.
"I'm so glad to be outta that shit-hole," Darkstar spoke while keeping his eyes focused on the traffic. "It's lucky for them they set bail for you two..." There was bitterness to his voice that made me shudder. I didn’t like help from others, nor did I like others paying in order to help me.
“You an’ me both, brother. I’ll pay you back,” I said, in an insistent tone, gazing at him through the rear-view mirror. “How much was it anyway?” I asked curiously, tilting my head to the side. Demonica had taken care of requesting bail, and I hadn’t even got to make a phone call. Stupid, fucking American bastards.
"Don't worry about it. Money is meaningless..." He completely dodged the question on how much it was, which sort of annoyed me. Demonica smiled at me happily. She was definitely in a good mood once more. That made me feel a bit better. I smiled faintly at her, slouching down into the chair.
“If you say so, D.S.,” I let it go, drawing from my cigarette slowly. I yawned softly, cuddling down into the seat, sleepily. Those prison beds were frightfully uncomfortable. The car pulled up at the curb in front of the building my penthouse was in. Demonica spoke with a smile:
"I'll see you at the show. I think we're heading back to Alaska till then," she hugged me from across the front seat which was an awkward position. I hugged her back as best as I could, a little taken back that I was embraced to begin with, not that it bothered me at all. Darkstar just looked back at me.
"Stay away from your windows and lock your doors. If you don't feel like you are alone at some point get out of there,” he said, forcing me to frown in confusion. I stared at him, opening the door and tossing the can onto the curb, along with the burnt-out cigarette.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked curiously as I stepped out onto the curb, still holding the door open so he couldn’t drive away and leave me as confused as ever. Demonica seemed confused by the comment, too. He replied, his face expressionless; his words sounded concerned.
"I don't think you'll be targeted, but I want you to be careful anyway. We have some "things" we are dealing with and I'm just hoping you don't get dragged into it." I nodded softly, still gazing at him curiously.
“All right. I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for everythin’, man. See ya later, Demmy,” I said, turning on my heel. I slammed the door shut and stuffed my hands into my pockets, slipping into the lobby of the penthouse and heading up the elevator, pondering Darkstar’s words silently all the way to the top floor.
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