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"Thomas Daniel Walker!"

Her voice followed him out into the night, quickly drowned out by the distant thunder. It didn't matter. Complain as his mother might, Tom was determined to go out and have a good night. What did her care if a couple of kids had gone missing? They were, well, kids and he was seventeen years old. So, seventeen and with all that bravado and testosterone pumping through him, he marched out into what promised to be bad weather.

All he had wanted to do was go meet some friends at the club down the road. It was the kind of nightclub that catered to teenagers and was closed down under dubious circumstances every six months before coming back with a different name and a different owner. Rachel was going to be there, and rumor had it that Jack had scored some E. It was going to be one hell of a night.

The rain started coming down in sheets as he turned the corner onto Hopkins, three blocks up from the club. In an instant, the water had soaked him to the bone. He laughed and continued down the sidewalk, enjoying the quiet fury of the summer storm. If worse came to worst, he could always take his shirt off and see how Rach' reacted.

"Need a lift?" A female voice called from his side. He turned to find a gorgeous girl hanging out the passenger's window of a van.

"That depends, where to?"

She slipped out of the cab and looked down at him with purple eyes that seemed to glow. Her hair was a mix of blonde and pink that hung from her head in braided pigtails. Her top was made of hot pink fishnet that left nothing to the imagination and would be obscene if not for the crosses of black electrical tape that her nipples were threatening to break free of. There was a cute little schoolgirl skirt and black boots to go with it, but Tom's eyes never made it that far down.

"Me?" She asked while stepping into him, wrapping her left arm around him, pressing her hand into the hollow between his shoulder blades. "I'm heading home."

Tom groaned softly, amazed at how hot her body felt against his, even in the cool downpour. "I was going to go meet some friends." His complaints were weak, thready, defeated before they left his mouth by the gentle writhing of her body.

"Shut up and kiss me."

With a low groan he wrapped his arms around her, his kiss hungry and penetrating. He was amazed at how her tongue moved around in his mouth and, had he known what was happening, may have been just as impressed at how stealthily her free hand moved. The point of the needle slipped painlessly into his jugular, and then he wasn't amazed by anything.


Today's '30 Days of Fic' task was to write a scene using the prompt: "the name Thomas Daniel"

Click Here for rundown of tasks that are part of the "30 Days of Fic" challenge, including a link to all completed works!

It is also the first of a three part story set in Tir na Cali, a fantastic setting that has been borrowed lovingly (and with permission) from [personal profile] aldersprig  (whose work you should REALLY be reading).

Date: 2011-06-26 07:35 am (UTC)
meridian_rose: legend of the seeker featuring richard, kahlan, zedd and cara (Legend of the Seeker: cara)
From: [personal profile] meridian_rose
Interesting start; nice twist that it's the overly confident male who falls victim to the female for once.

Date: 2011-06-29 01:16 pm (UTC)
aldersprig: (KinkBingo2)
From: [personal profile] aldersprig
*purr* thank you, darling.

What you forgot to mention is the part where you helped me flesh out and build much of the world, too.


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July 2012


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