Start a Fire - Rowaelin AU
The DJ was really good, Aelin noticed, surprised.
But the fact that she could still have a coherent thought after the amount of booze that she had drunk was the real surprise. Or not, considering that she was drinking that same amount for two weeks now. She must be gaining at least a little resistance.
Dammit, she thought. Now she couldn’t even be drunk properly.
Aelin scanned the dance floor again while still sitting in the bar. Looking for a victim.
A young man with brown hair looking in her direction caught her attention, but she shrugged, turning her head the other way. The man was handsome, but the color of his hair reminded her of another boy, from another life.
Aelin emptied her glass, and made her way towards the dance floor.
Rowan was hunting. He’d been hunting for the past two weeks now, going in every club in town, drinking only enough to make himself less intimidating, hunting someone as desperate as him to muffle the screaming in his head with another type of scream.
Every night he found someone, and every morning that painful scream was louder, and his heart, colder. Which was perfect for his job, but not so much for his mental health.
He was surveying the dance floor, eyes skipping almost automatically any girl who resembled her even a little, when he saw someone who caught his attention.
She was dancing right in front of him, with her eyes closed, her golden hair reflecting the red light in the club, her body swaying with the music, while a boy with black hair behind her had his hands in her hips and was trying to move in the same rhythm as her. She was wearing a black skirt and a black blouse, long-sleeved but with a very, very nice cleavage. Rowan was expecting to see heels in her feet, but she was wearing black ankle boots.
Suddenly, she raised her head and opened her eyes, like she was forced back into reality. Rowan felt like he was looking in the mirror, seeing the numbness, the lack of feeling in her expression, those dead eyes.
Those eyes focalized on him, and, like she was putting on a mask, her face turned into something similar to interest, a smirk forming as she measured Rowan’s body. One of her eyebrows had raised when she finally looked into Rowan’s eyes.
And Rowan had found his prey.
If Aelin was sober, or maybe if she cared, the way that that silver haired man was looking at her would’ve sent her running.
But he was everything she was looking for at the moment. Dangerous. So handsome. And, by the look in his face, wanting to use her in the same way she wanted to use him. Maybe this guy would be able to make Aelin feel something, even if just for a few hours, even if later, she would be deeper in that abyss.
He was wearing a black jeans and a white shirt that gripped tight the muscles of his arms. As he walked towards Aelin, she appreciated the determination in his steps. People moved out of his way instantly, and his eyes kept locked in Aelin’s.
When he got closer, she noticed they were bright green. And were looking at her with such predatory intent that Aelin couldn’t help to lift her chin to face the challenge.
She hasn’t stop dancing since she saw him, but had forgotten the boy she had thought would be her company tonight. Noticing his hands still in her hips, she turned her head back.
“I think I won’t be needing you tonight.”
The guy, too wasted to understand the dismissal, or maybe simply not caring, didn’t move.
Aelin felt a flash of anger. Anger was good. Even if anger was turning as difficult to maintain as any other feeling. She grabbed the guy’s wrist and twisted. “I said… out.”
This got his attention. He pulled himself away from her, shooting her a hurt and confused look.
“What the fuck, you crazy bitch,” he said, already backing away.
Aelin gave him a fake smile.
“Thanks for the company”, she said, and turned, intending to go look for her new challenge… only to find him already standing right in front of her.
He was smirking, but his green eyes were now impenetrable. He had a tattoo covering his right arm, starting in his pulse and going up, disappearing inside his sleeve, so she couldn’t see exactly where it ended. It seemed like words, but she didn’t recognize neither the alphabet or the language.
Aelin stood still, with her hands on her hips, letting her eyes pass through his body again, slowly, up and down and up again. His eyes flashed with anger with this inspection, and his nostrils flared.
“Are you done staring?”, he shot, and bared his teeth at her. His voice was rusty, like he hasn’t talked in a while. He had an odd accent, but it wasn’t italian. Irish?
She cocked her head, pretending to think about it. “You’ll do.”
The man took another step in her direction, standing so close that she had to raise her head to face him.
“What was the problem with that boy? You’ve seemed to be enjoying yourself”, he said, his eyes examining every inch of her face, her hair.
And it wasn’t a lie. Aelin needed someone hard, cold, impenetrable. Someone who wouldn’t mind her roughness, her lack of feeling. Someone she could use and not feel guilty about it. And this man, with eyes so cold that could freeze her soul if she still had one, would be perfect for the night. Maybe, after him, she could finally start the mission she had in this godsdamed city, and move on.
Gold. Now that he was standing this close to her, he could see that her eyes were deep blue, but with rings of gold around the pupils. And the gold of her hair only accentuated such strange eyes.
To see this eyes sparkling with joy, Rowan thought, must be a sight from heaven.
Oh gods. He was starting to make eye colors descriptions. What was he thinking? He could even remember the eye color of the last woman he bedded. He needed to get done with this girl, soon and fast.
Rowan lowered his head, whispering in her ear.
“And I seem hard enough for you, blondie?” Her smell was a mix of sweat, lavender and something that remember him of fireplaces and bonfires.
“That is something I intend to find out soon enough”, she said, her voice low, but he was too occupied noticing her earlobe to continue the conversation. Strange that it was bare. Rowan would’ve expected that a girl like her would be wearing earrings, big and shiny. What would she do, he wondered, if he bit it here and now?
And, before he could measure the consequences of his action, like he was used to, he did just that.