Trinity

Part 1 Prolouge: Introduction to Darkness.

Trigger warning: Attempted R..e! Do not read if you are upset by the content!

This club is filled to the brim tonight with people acting like freaks, but that's expected on a clear Saturday night. It also meant I had all the more people to choose from. I need to find a big, tough guy tonight, and soon. It's been almost a week since my last night out, and I'm starting to get restless. On nights like this, it's never hard to find a big catch, sometimes more than one at once. Though, that may be the slutty, black mini dress, 4 inch stiletto boots, and scarlett lipsticks fault. Not to mention I have a figure that makes others green with envy, or so the glares from dumped girlfriends tell me, I can't see for myself.

'Now, time to scope out the market.'

The bar itself is a rustic sort of environment. With wood counters and posters hanging on the walls, not to mention the slightly elevated dance floor surrounded by bar tables, it almost had a generic western feel to it. With soft rock playing in the background, it made a great atmosphere for a hookup.

I scan the area around me, and focus on the corner where most people are dancing.

'8 couples grinding, but all of them are either sober or just slightly buzzed.'

I observe girls sitting in their guys' laps in the corner booth with disinterest. I continue scanning and spy a group of frat boys playing at the pool tables in the back.

'Potential.'

A smirk creeps onto my face. I down the last of my nearly forgotten whiskey and begin to strut across the bar over to the group.

"Come on Nikki..."

A voice catches my ear.

"Give me back my phone, I'm going home."

My head turns to the source of the yelling. A young woman, early twenties at most, was trying to talk to a clearly intoxicated redhead party girl at the other end of the counter. The woman was not someone who belonged in a rough scene like this, with drinks flying and several sketchy types just across the floor. The one complaining has shiny blonde hair in a cute ponytail, fair skin, workout clothes and running shoes, she stuck out like a beacon. Clearly, she didn't expect to be in a place like this tonight. I returned to my seat at the bar table and continue to listen, my interest peaked.

"Alright, alright you win Cece, but you'll miss out!"

The flirty redhead, Nikki I think I heard, hands over an iphone to the frustrated blond, Cece.

"And you'll be hung over in your bed tomorrow morning. Have fun!"

She states  sarcastically, then turns to leave. My eyes follow her as she walks by the pool tables. My gaze turned back to the group of guys I saw earlier, they had stopped playing their game. Instead, their eyes followed Cece the same as me, but one looked with intent. I size him up.

'Classic alpha male with an ego bigger than his shoe size, and an IQ in the single digits. Why am I not surprised.'

The guy was trying to give off a real 'bad boy' vibe, with his black jacket and greased black hair. Frankly I could read his act like a preschool book. The other guys at the table were cut from the same cloth. A blonde guy smiles at him, even pats him on the back as they both look at where that Cece girl was a moment ago. I hear the second guy say something.

"Have a good time."

They all crowd around the dark haired boy in congratulations. My smirk only grows.

'Target acquired.' I see the first guy follow Cece out the door, a disgustingly smug look in his eye with arrogance radiating from him.

'Time to move.'