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Belladonna
2p!America x Reader

  Allen leaned backwards into his chair located in the farthest corner of the club. His drink still completely full and sweating condensation as a result of his lack of touch. He grasped the glass and took a large swig of the strong alcohol savoring the burning sensation it produced as it drained down his throat.
  His tongue darted out and licked his dry lips as his eyes scanned the growing crowd. Neon lights illuminated the otherwise dark room while a blaringly vexatious song resounded with a thumping bass shaking the establishment. Inebriated young adults thrashed wildly and provocatively with the beat of the distorted music.
  A group swarmed the bar near the back of room for more alcohol and energy shots to keep awake as if the night were their last. Allen sucked his teeth in displeasure towards several fools who climbed atop each other, giggling as they bumped into other couples and dancers. Others, however, he eyed with a peculiar glint in his eyes - one that was familiar to him yet enticing to others.
  His gaze caught a few in the crowd with an almost lustful aura, but in reality was a decision on who would look best decorated in scarlet. Not to say he wouldn't enjoy a bit of fun before fulfilling his original intentions.
  It wasn't until he noticed a woman sitting prettily on a barstool, swinging her foot to the beat of the song that he decided perhaps the night wouldn’t be so boring. She carefully sipped her drink, wary of her painted lips. He hadn't realized how long he had been staring until she glanced back at him. She grinned slightly while lightly pushing a bit of her fringe back before returning to her crowd observing.
  Allen's face grew the slightest bit of pink as a result of embarrassment. She was entrancing!
  He chugged the rest of his drink before approaching the woman with a confident smirk.

  You felt eyes burning holes into your body. Swiftly turning to meet whomever was the cause, your eyes met with a man sitting proudly away from the crowd. His cheeks dusted in a slight pink, so you cast a small grin his way and awkwardly brushed your fringe from your face. You turned away to avoid his penetrating gaze to observe your friend dancing rather sexually with a stranger.
  They shot you a goodbye wave, indicating they were leaving together. You sighed and continued to sip your water. Perhaps it was time for you to leave as well.
  Before you could slip away from the bar, a loud clatter sounded from beside you as another person seated themselves to your right.

  Some bastard beat me to her! He began awkwardly flirting and clumsily bumping into other people with his violent gesticulations - with my toy. What a pathetic loser!
  Well, it seemed this man's night wasn't going to end so pleasantly. I marched from my seat towards the pair at the bar when the woman turned away for a moment to order another beverage. The man seemed startled to see me approach so suddenly and even more so when I pulled him from the ground by his jacket.
  "Mine." I growled with the man's jacket balled up in my fists with an intense glare illuminating my face.
  "Yours?" A crystalline voice peaked over the music. Her sharp ears had heard my possessive tone.
  "I hope you were speaking of his jacket." She scoffed while her fingers brushed away a stray lock of her beautiful hair.
  She turned around completely as the strange man was tossed aside carelessly. I leaned forward and gave a signal for the bartender. She pressed her painted lips into a firm line and glanced away for a moment before she caught my voice again.
  "The name's Al." My voice was smooth and low as a sultry tone poured into the words.
  "I don't remember asking." She quipped sipping on her drink. My lips turned upwards into a smirk. Ah - I like her.
  The bloodlust within me grew tenfold as she cast a glare at me. It was rare to find such a lovely woman all by herself at this time of night.
  What a lovely corpse she'd make.
  "What can I call you, doll?" I inquired with raised eyebrows, genuine curiosity crossing my features. She scoffed and turned her gaze for a moment.
  "Definitely not 'doll'." She frowned in displeasure. A smirk protruded from my lips as she glanced warily at my missing tooth.
  "Well, doll, it'll have to do if you don't give me something else." She groaned in response while I released a low chuckle of amusement. She pondered for a few seconds when a grin pulled across her lovely mouth.
  "Then call me - Belladonna." She giggled crossing her legs and leaning forward.
  "Belladonna," I repeated. It fit her - somehow. "Ain't that a flower?"
  "Yes, a very pretty, dangerous flower." She teased curling her fingers like claws and bearing her teeth. I scoffed and leaned nearer so she could look only into my eyes.
  "So, Belladonna," My words strung on a single breath as my lips neared the shell of her ear. Adrenaline raced through me as the image of her dress in scarlet flashed before my eyes. "How about we leave together and have ourselves a bit of fun?"
  She gingerly pulled her head back to gaze into my eyes from beneath her thick eyelashes once more when she slowly blinked. My eyelids slid shut as we leaned forward. It seemed as if an eternity passed before her hand smashed against my face and pushed me away.
  "Sorry, but I've got better places to be than beneath - you." With that being said, she stood and sashayed into the large crowd dancing wildly throughout the room. Crestfallen, I watched as she left with my heart in her hands as well as my plans for the evening.
  So it wasn’t my lucky night after all. Sure, there were plenty of other girls – many just as pretty – but Belladonna had an aura I found too enticing for someone else to satisfy so late.

  The night air was a stark contrast to the stiff atmosphere in the club, but it bit my fingers as I pressed on down the road, cursing myself for forgetting gloves on such a night. I took a few shortcuts in order to cut down the time spent in the autumn air, but as I made my way down the street, who should I see but none other than the beauty from the bar.
  She was leaning against the driver’s side door of her car, one hand holding a phone to her ear and the other impatiently tapping the cold metal door. Her eyebrows were creased in frustration, but flew up in surprise when I pulled up beside her. Upon removing my helmet, I noticed her shoulders slump and her back press further against the car.
  ”Having some trouble?” A smirk stretched its way across my lips as she sighed and nodded.
  ”Yeah and my friend is having a hard time finding this place, but the reception is terrible.” Bingo!
  ”I could give you a lift, if you’d like.” I offered patting the space behind me. She appeared surprised by the genuine offer of help – as if I was incapable of kindness.
  ”That’d actually be really nice.” She agreed, but hesitated with narrowed eyes. “Is there a catch?”
  ”Nah.” I waved off with a hidden glint in my eye. “But I can’t promise you’ll want to leave me after.”
  She rolled her eyes, but eventually crawled onto the motorcycle before tightly securing her arms around my waist. After retrieving directions, I set off to her home as adrenaline pumped through my veins. I was too indecisive on what I precisely wanted to do, but feeling her heart beat just as fast as mine on my spine almost made me want to pull over and take her there.
  Her hands slipped beneath my shirt where she traced shapes along my abdomen. I felt her giggle when my body involuntarily shivered under her delicate touch drawing a heart on the center of my sternum. She lowered her touches slowly as I grew impatient before she suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around me once more only to pull her face closer to mine.
  ”Pull over.” She demanded in a whisper as she didn’t need to raise her voice any higher, for I was more than willing on my own.
  She nearly ripped me from my bike before slamming me into the nearest building and latching her painted lips to mine as if the motorcycle had been an aphrodisiac. Her sudden change in demeanor didn’t shock me so much as the speed in which she dragged me inside the building we were leaning on before. When we broke apart to breathe, I noticed it was a warehouse that had been closed for the night. It was as if she was begging me to quench my bloodlust.
  She had me pinned to the wall once more with more lust between her lips while one of her knees skillfully spread my legs apart. Her mouth left mine to delicately decorate my jaw and neck in her lipstick and brilliant purple hues of hickeys. Happiness swelled inside me for resisting to overpower her at the bar earlier.
  I decided to switch the roles, placing her beneath me on the ground as I place a forearm on either side of her head. She playfully dragged her fingernails down the back of my shirt with a smirk now evident on her face. It was obvious quickly, however, that Belladonna didn’t approve of the bottom for too long.
  When we flipped, she straddled my hips and sat back for a moment to enjoy to masterpiece she left across my skin. A small grin played across her lips before she leant back down towards my neck and placed another soft kiss besides the innumerous bruises she’d created. In my bliss, I suddenly felt a quick pain shoot where she had been and a sudden warmth filling the area as well. It wasn’t until I noticed the knife in her hand I realized what had happened.
  My hand flew to my neck to find blood pouring profusely from the wound she inflicted at an alarming rate. She released wicked laughter before making a few more wounds to ensure I could not fight back.
  ”You – bitch.” I struggled, but found blood had flooded my mouth all too quickly. When I attempted to rise, her heel dug itself into my chest while Belladonna, whose name she now lived up to, cast me an expression with eyes full of wildfire and a glint I was all too familiar with.
  ”Sorry, babe,” she cooed mockingly. “You wouldn’t understand.”
  She sauntered away only to reappear with a tank of gasoline. Her skilled hands popped it open in no time and drenched me in the liquid as well as a majority of the warehouse floor. My breath was beginning to elude me as the last moments of my life ticked away in front of the woman who bested me.
  It dawned on me in that moment that she had been hunting me the whole night when I mistakenly believed she had been my prey. She played me on like a fool and won like the expert she was, utilizing my flaws the whole time. Before she destroyed all evidence of her presence with a single match, she placed her lips atop my head and left me in a blaze of brilliant hues.
  Belladonna – beautiful, but extremely deadly.