Renegade

Introductory Notes and Part 1

NOTES

This story will be primarily told focusing on Ren, with occasional bits about someone else. Also, this story is intended to be more of a supernatural/adventure/urban fantasy story than anything else. And now, without further ado, I give you

Part 1

He walked through the nightclub, eyes darting from one dancer to another, one drinker to another, seeking but not finding. Then his eyes stopped their roaming and a grin stretched across his pale features. He had found her. His prey...

Ally struggled through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, working her way through the people to get to the bar, and her friend Leah. She never would have chosen a club to go to on a Friday night, but Leah had insisted, so here they were. Ally was really starting to regret giving in to that request. The gropes, pinches, and suggestive comments had most definitely seen to that. She continued pushing her way through the crowd until one rough jostle nearly sent her to the floor. Ready to give the person an icy glare, she looked up- up and up, into a remarkably high pair of eyes. She was unusually tall and on a level with most men, but this man made her feel insignificant. At least a head taller than her, he was dressed head to toe in black leather and dark jeans; dark, wavy hair had a crimson streak in front, and he possessed an aura of command, charisma- and sensuality. But even more arresting than his gorgeous features and sense of presence were his eyes. One electric blue and one bright silver, they were slightly slanted and hauntingly beautiful. Staring into those eyes, she managed to mutter, "Sorry," and tear herself away. The man just nodded and continued on his way. Ally looked away from his retreating back and tried to remember what she was doing. Errm...Leah. She was going to find Leah. Though the bar was only a few feet in front of her, she found herself turning and following the man in leather.