Frost Bitten[Deacon Frost fanfic]

Chapter 1

This was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

The thought ran through my mind on loop like a broken record. A really shitty record that needed chucked out of a window.

I walked the streets of New York, my high heeled boots clicking along the sidewalk. My eyes scanned over every darkened corner of the city around me. I was looking for a club, but not just any club, no, I was looking for some underground techno hot spot full of some surely odd people.

The ground below my feet began to vibrate in tune to the ecstatic music that leaked from a stairway a few feet ahead of me.

A crowd of people stood near the opening of what I assumed was the club I was looking for. They were bunched together, talking loudly and drinking various boos. Cigarette smoke hung heavy in the night air and lights could be seen flashing from the open door at the bottom of the staircase.

"Jesus Christ! It took you long enough!"

I spun around to find my best friend grinning like a fool, her blond curls bouncing as she danced in place.

"Sorry Anna, but you're not the best at giving directions." I told her honestly, "Besides, it's not like I want to be here."

"Dammit Chris! It's your 21st birthday and we are going to party." With a frown she grabbed my hand and began to pull. "C'mon, we're going in here and we are going to have fun."

We pushed our way through the mass of bodies at the entrance and were soon in the midst of loud music and strobe lights.

It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. People were shuffling about everywhere, most of them finding their way to the crowded dance floor in the center of the room. The place was clearly not originally intended to be night spot. It's floors and walls were tiled and drains were scattered along the ground. Weird aesthetic, but who I am to judge?

Anna pulled me over to the bar where she ordered two drinks I'd never heard of then lead me to one of the leather couches that lined the walls. Leather and porcelain tile, definitely not sketchy.

"Chris loosen up and have some fun!" Anna yelled over the blaring music. "If you play your cards right you might even get laid. "

"Oh yeah, maybe I'll find myself my very own Ted Bundy! " I said with mock enthusiasm.

Anna rolled her eyes. "This is why your single, besides, I hardly think you're Bundy's type." She brought her finger to her chin as if she were thinking hard. "Maybe Ramirez or, who was the clown?"

"The clown? Seriously? I'm offended. " I brought my hand to my chest in feigned shock. "I will give you Ramirez though, I could get down with some satanism."

She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head, the black lights above the couch turning her blond hair platinum. "You're lucky I love you. " She tried to sound exasperated but I could tell she was laughing.

"Clearly not enough. " I sighed and gestured to our surroundings.

"Jesus Chris, " This time the exasperated tone was legitimate. " this is why you're gonna end up with 20 cats. "

I crossed my arms and flopped back onto the couch. "I don't even like cats. "

But on she went about moomoos and lint rollers. Once she started, it was next to impossible to shut her up, so I let her talk. I loved the girl to pieces but I'd be damned if I let her lecture me on relationships. The girl hadn't had anything more than a one night stand in over a year. I stared off into space while she went on about me ending up an old hag or something along those lines.