I was walking down the dimly lit street, confident in my ability to take care of myself if trouble should come looking for me. I know i was asking for it as much as it was looking for me. I smile to myself and flip my long blond hair over my delicate shoulders. The little black dress, chosen by my friend Sarah, hugged my soft rounded curves lovingly, like a lover hugging their mate. The color contrasting with my pale skin dramatically, my skin practically glowing.
As i approach the club, i swear i hear running footsteps approaching. Suddenly, a gloved hand covers my mouth from behind before i can even scream. He pulls me deep into a dark alley, shoving my face down into the filth when he finally stops. I try to break free but this trouble is even to much for me. I feel his hand rip my dress, tearing my panties off with one yank. Tears begin to spill from my terrified eyes as he painfully shoves three fingers up my dry pussy. Over my weeping, i hear him grunt painfully. His massive weight is suddenly gone. I scramble to my feet, looking around half crazed.
The man standing over my attacker does not look like any kind of guardian angel. He stands about 6'3, his dark hair shaved close to his head, dark eyes peering cautiously back at me. He is wearing a tight black tank top, baggy faded jeans, and a dangerous looking pair of black boots. He's holding out a long leather coat towards her.
"Are you hurt?" his gruff voice piercing my clouded thoughts.
"Uh, no, I don't think so," I say, carefully wrapping the coat around me, "just a little bruised."
He nods and turns to disappear back into the shadows, I reach for him quickly, grasping his arm, "Who are you?" I sob.
He turns back to me and looks deep into my eyes, "I'm blade." he whispers.
I gasp in shock, it can't be the same blade I've heard about. He pulls away and disappears into the night. "Come back!" I cry out into the shadows.
My eyes glaze over as the shock finally settles over me, i stumble back to the main street. Flagging down a cab, I climb in and tell the driver my address.
As soon as the taxi stops, i bolt into my apartment and collapse. The angry tears pour from me, deep sobs shaking my body. The last coherent thought in my mind is of Blade as i slip quickly into an exhausted sleep.
The nex t morning I wake up on the floor. Standing up to stretch my sore muscles, i head straight to the trash can to dispose of the nasty reminders of last nights attack. Except for the soft leather duster Blade had given me. Clutching it like a security blanket, my mind spins wildly trying to make sense of last night. She definitely knows the name Blade. But he's the head of the most powerful street gang in the city, the black scorpions. Not the caring man who saved me last night. His reputation painted him as a criminal, a dangerous man. But last night, Blade had protected me, far from dangerous in my book.
I finally decide to try to find him, using the excuse of returning his coat to justify my decision. I rush through a luke warm shower,pulling on some jeans and a fitted tank top as soon as I had toweled off. I slide my black boots on quickly and grab my keys as i head out.
I head to the local library directly, planning to search the local papers and public records for anything to do with Blade. With any luck, I'll know where to start looking for him by tonight.
I spend all damn day looking through the papers published within the last two years for any mention of him. Just as I'm about to give up when a headline grabs my attention. "The back story of Blade: Trent De Marco becomes Blade." My eyes fill with tears as I read the article detailing the childhood of Trent, her savior.
He had been abandoned as an infant, his parents had traded him for drugs. He had only been discovered by chance, the drug dealer had been killed, the target of a drive-by shooting. As he grew, he was bounced from one foster home to the next, never understanding the meaning of family. The interviews with the former families depicted him as an evil child, yet the case workers that had handled his case blamed the families. Stating that they had never gave him a chance, never showed him any love. I silently made a vow right then. I am going to find him, I am going to show him what real love is. He saved my life, now I can save his heart. Gathering the notes I had taken, I rushed to my car.
As I climb in my car, I notice a black envelope on my passenger seat. Opening it quickly, I'm eager to see what it contains. I grasp a folded piece of paper, unfolding it. My face lights up with a huge smile. Its from Trent! His sprawling cursive politely asking me to meet him on the corner of 10th and Liberty at ten tonight. I can't believe my luck, I think to myself. Starting my car and heading home to nap.
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Its 9:45 pm and I'm nearing the intersection of 10th Ave and Liberty Ave. Driving slowly, I search the area in case he has showed up early. I slam on my brakes, screaming when a hand taps on my window. I whip my head around and my eyes lock onto Trents dark eyes. I smile up at him softly, noticing how sexy his full lips are when he smiles back. I motion for him to get in.
"Hi Trent. My names Kara. I'm so glad you wanted to meet. I need to talk to you." my voice raw with emotion, watching him settle into her car, His dark gaze studies me for a long moment, softly whispering, "You know how to get to Trinity cliffs?"
I nod, "If you'd like, we can go there and talk with no interruptions." he says, staring out the passenger window.
