#lucypara

It was drawing closer. The moon was rising and Mika knew it would reach its apex soon and she would be forced to transform once again. This month was different from the past few. This time Kol was not going to babysit her. She was going to try chaining herself up by herself this month. Mika had found an abandoned warehouse a few days ago and now she intended to use it tonight. 

Tonight had been another late shift and Mika was tired and at the end of her patience. The customers had been a chore tonight, no one seemed to be happy with their meals, there was always something else wrong. Besides the fact that one of her tables had been a very drunk man who kept hitting on her. Finally he left. Walking out the back door, Mika turned down the dark alleyway, headed for the seedy motel she stayed at while in town. Footsteps whispered past her ears and turning she found herself alone in the alleyway. Walking again she heard the footsteps again. Whipping around she was suddenly pushed up against the wall by a pair of strong hands and the stench of alcohol washed over her face. It was the drunk man from tonight. 

"Hey sweetheart, it's no fair to play hard to get. I know you wanted me." he slurred as he messily pressed his lips against her. Pushing him hard, Mika's eyes glowed. "Get off me you bastard!" she yelled at the man. He didn't seem to get the message and grabbed at her hands. "I said stop." she protested as she pushed against him and punched him, with the force of her werewolf strength. Her eyes glowed in the dark as the struggle happened.

Lucy smirked at the man standing in front of her. He didn't believe that she was more of a woman than he thought. Yes, Lucy did sleep around for money, but at least she wasn't a crack whore like the other prostitutes around. She was clean, she dressed nice, she kept herself tight, and she was strictly business. Lucy became a woman the day she ran away from home. She had to figure out how to make good money, she had to get herself of of the streets quickly, and she needed to be able to pay for food and shelter and clothes. Sleeping with men for money was the quickest way she found, and it's been getting her by perfectly fine since she started. She strayed from the cheap, old, dirty men and stayed with the rich men who were clean and polite and liked to treat her with a nice dinner before hand, and take her to a hotel for the business. She stayed with the men who she knew would pay her correctly and what she asked for. But even if they didn't, she knew who to call to get her money from them.