Forbidden Love

Ch 1. Storm

The rain bit hard on her face as she walked down the long black alley way. With no idea  how long she had been outside for, Blaire pulled her jacket as close to her face as she could. Trying to shield her skin from the piercing drops.

Blaire Rossi was a fair skinned girl, she had bright blue eyes, long raven coloured hair and was fairly petite.  Since tonight was pouring rain, she has dressed herself accordingly; blue jeans, black hoodie with purple stripes and black boots. Her hair was pulled into a side braid, trying to keep it from whipping her in the face as she braved the weather.  

Thunder clashed above her head, rats scurried past her feet as she ventured deeper into the alley way. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she hid under an awning of a local business, to try and say dry. No matter what she did, she couldn't keep warm. Looking up at the dark sky, she knew she couldn't go home. She had no home, not anymore. Blaire was still unsure to where she was going but she knew she needed to get out of this storm, and soon.

A sudden chill ran down her spine, as another crash of thunder rolled above her head.

  I need to get inside. She had thought to her self as she looked up at the sky again, the storm was only getting worse. Pulling her jacket up again, she took off into the night. Running as fast as she could. It was a lot harder to escape the storm then she had anticipated, she was almost out of breath. How much longer till she found shelter? Stopping to catch her breath, she looked around. A night club? maybe i can seek shelter there. Blaire headed toward the brick building. The neon sign was a delightful sight, gave her hope that it was open.

Before she knew it, she had walked across the wet pavement and was standing in front of the club. No music was playing. Odd, considering it was a Friday night. She inhaled and tried the door. It was unlocked. Lightning raced across the sky like a wildfire, the thunder unleashed a massive roar that shook her to the bone. She needed to get inside. Pulling the large door open, Blaire stepped through and was greeted with a brush of warm air.

"Sorry, were closed" a masculine voice called out to her from behind the bar.

Blaire bit her lip and took a small step closer, before she could get a word out, the voice spoke again. A tad bit of annoyance was intertwined.

"Are you deaf?"

"n-no....sorry" Blaire stumbled to find the right words, the man at the bar was watching her with piercing blue eyes. She suddenly felt exposed. "I have no where else to go, the storms getting worse...i was hoping...."

"You were hoping to what? seek shelter in my bar?" By the sounds of it, He didn't seem to pleased that she had stepped foot into his club. 

The mystery man walked out from behind the chestnut counter and headed in her direction. As soon as the dim lights touched his features, her stomach fluttered. He was tall, about 6 foot 3. His hair was the colour of ash, His skin was almost porcelain like. In other words he was very pale. As he strode over to her, she couldn't help but notice how built up he was, very muscular. The attire he had picked out, outlined his body perfectly. Black jeans, which hung off his hips just a bit. The dark blue t-shirt he was wearing, hugged his broad shoulders and outlined the 8 pack he was hiding. A black tribal dragon tattoo ran down his right arm, ending just before his wrist.

Blaire averted her eyes to the floor for a moment before looking up at him again. "Yes"

She wasn't good at talking to strangers, never had been and probably never would be. 

The man never took his eyes off Blaire, almost as if he was studying her. Finally he spoke.

"Very well, come in then" Turning his back to her, he headed back towards the bar where he had been cleaning up. 

"Thank you" Her voice was quiet, she wasnt to sure what to expect of him. However, she followed him down the little steps from the door and crossed the floor to the bar stools. Sitting down, she sighed with relief. Her legs were killing her.  The storm continued to crash outside, winds throwing branches around like toddlers throwing toys. At that very moment she was glad she had gone inside, no one knew the storm was going to be this bad. His voice broke through her thoughts.

"They're calling for a hurricane, worst one these parts have seen in over 50 years" He focused his sight on her, raising a brow. "What were you doing out there?"

Blaire bit her lip, what was she to say? the truth? that she was on the run? That her psycho ex boyfriend murdered her family in cold blood 6 months ago and had been running ever since?. She sighed nervously and looked up at him. He was still watching her. Waiting so very patiently for her to answer him. 

"Something terrible happened 6 months ago in my life, i have no where to go and no one to go back to" She kept it very vague, she didn't know him. Maybe as time went on he would gain her trust and get the full story. For now, she kept it to herself. No need to burden him with her past, especially since he let her take cover in his bar. 

"Fair,  wont pry...." He paused "here drink this, you'll feel better" A mug of warm liquid was placed in front of her. It smelled like coffee. Blaire looked at the cup, then at him. She offered him a small smile. "thank you" The mug was warm to the touch, holding it tightly she brought the pyrex to her lips and took a sip. Warm coffee soothed her chilly insides, calming every nerve she had. Finally helping her relax. "My names Blaire.....Blaire Rossi"

"Draven Haynsworth. Its nice to meet you Blaire" Draven took out a shot glass from under the counter where the clean glassed were kept. He poured Jack Daniels into it and shot it back. The whiskey felt good going down his throat. Without warning, a loud bang from outside was heard. The mini explosion caught Dravens attention. He walked to the window to see what happened. Just as he did that, the lights went out.