Rapture

Chapter 1

Alexandra Valois. The pencil scratched across the paper as she wrote her name. Her pencil, as usual, was sharpened to a point, and her hair tied back in a clean ponytail. She let out a small gasp as she felt a sharp kick hit her ankle. "Psst!" The hissing sound, undoubtedly came from one of her good friends, whose eyes were full of excitement. "So did you hear? I got us tickets to that party, since we all moved to London I've had tons of opportunities, this is just one. You're coming, right?" Betty whispered, her voice almost a whisper, but not quite. Alex giggled, nodding and then snapping out of it, when the professor called their names in a more than snappy tone. "Girls?! Did this task require you two to discuss what you're doing at the weekend, or whenever that party may be." Both Alex and Betty sniggered, looking down at the paper they had in front of them, just before the deafening sound of the bell rang through her ears. She stood up, picking up her bag and walking swiftly toward the door, of course she needed to go shopping before she went to the party that night. She would meet the girls later. She left the building, hurrying over to her car and climbing inside. After she had picked up a dress, she made her way home, and fell onto the sofa, her back arching at the uncomfortable position she had been sitting in all day. She undressed, climbing into the shower and washing herself, taking relief in the hot water that loosened her muscles. She left the shower, wrapping a towel around her torso and brushing her teeth. She turned up her music as she applied a small amount of makeup over her blemishes and dried her auburn tresses with her hair dryer. She slid the tight dress over her body, zipping it up at the back and walking over to the door, picking up a thin jacket and draping it over her shoulders, along with a small bag, that went with her dress. When she arrived at the party, her friends were over at the drinks table, obviously. She walked over, poking one of them in the side. As far as she could see, there was Aimee, Betty , Hania and Aiza. Jack was there too, but he was.. Entertaining himself. Alex walked over to the bar, taking a seat. "Do you have any Champagne?" She asked eagerly, looking around, at which point she noticed an extremely handsome man, with stunning green eyes and a bright smile, that you could probably see for miles. He looked up at her, a sadistic sort of smile playing across his thick lips, which made her bite the inside of her own lips gently. She altered her gaze and settled back into reality when she finally heard the bartender trying to get her attention. "Hello, Miss?!" He said, his surly expression darkening her mood already. "Your drink has been payed for.. He told me he didn't want me to tell you who he was, and that you'd be able to figure it out by yourself." Alex nodded, completely ignoring the bartender, and bringing the tall glass of intoxicating liquid to her lips, and feeling the cold fluid flushing the inside of her throat. She looked down at the napkin that acted as a coaster for her drink, and it had written in a beautiful font: Antoine Atelier. A college student, majoring in..English?!? Which she found abnormal, as she hadn't seen him around, and she too was majoring in English. The napkin Was small, folded up, but it contained a small note attached underneath, reading : "come find me." Alex looked around, realising the attractive male was gone. She looked around, seeing her friends, and she wasn't suprised that in the corner, she spied Marcio, who was a H-U-G-E man-whore, and was flirting with like four girls. She ignored that, and made her way over to the corner, and it was only then that she realised how beautiful the party actually was. The neon blues, fused with purples and the ultra-violet lights that were hanging from the black ceiling. The bodies on the dance floor, they intertwined with eachother, the blanket of glittering sweat that glazed their skin and the hot breaths that mingled in between them.
Before she continued her search, she moved her gaze over to what looked like Betty, making out with a tall male, which she was not even mildly suprised at. Just then, a slick, sound whistle spiralled down the staircase that twisted up through the side of the room, which she began to climb. Once she reached the top, a strong, muscular body grabbed her wrist firmly, pulling her into the wall and placing his hand over her mouth, to stop her from screaming. Once she regained her breath, she saw the same, gorgeous man that sat at the bar only minutes ago. "W-wh-" she was interrupted immediately by a deep, husky voice that was like music to her ears. "Shhh, my dear.. Calm down. I'm Antoine.. But I'm sure you've already guessed that.." He practically licked at her with his words, and it made her shiver. She wanted to know what he wanted with her, and she was just a little impatient.