This is a Lesbian Love Story. Don't like it? Respectfully... Leave. By the way, this is really short, since we couldn't really think of a way to start it- Trigger warning: Mentions of b100d, and m*rd3r. when a word is like **this** it means italics or that it's supposed to be slanted. By doing this it means it has exaggeration on the word(s).
****Chapter One**** Juliet was walking down the street, hands in the pockets of her black hoodie, sunglasses hiding her eyes from the bright streetlights that never seem to illuminate enough, and purple wig shielding her ears from the harsh autumn cold. The last slivers of light disappeared from the dense cityscape. Usually she would be in bed sleeping like a log, but she got a call from her father saying that she needed to get up. She was barely awake. She was so sleepy that she didn't notice a man approaching her. The man grabbed her arm roughly. "Hey, if you know what's good for you, let me buy you off for a night, eh? What do you say, Darling?~" He said swiftly, in a flirtatious yet mildly menacing tone. He had put his hand around Juliet as if he was about to kiss her. Their bodies were pressed up against each other. They were too close for her liking. "If you want to keep that hand, you'll let go," Juliet said calmly while lowering her sunglasses to reveal her b100d red eyes, giving him a d34th glare. The man's eyes grew wide as he recognized that glare. It had been on the news countless times. Juliet was the infamous criminal wanted for 57 different crimes, 50 being m*rd3r. She was known as "Queen of B100d." Everyone knew what she was capable of. No one dared to turn her in. If they had any common sense, that is. "You have to the count of three to let me go. Or I will **not** have **any** mercy towards you," She growled in a menacing tone. The man instantly let go of her and walked away quickly in fear. "Now, that's taken care of," she said putting back on her glasses. As Juliet started walking again, she got a phone call and answered it. "You've reached The Queen of B100d! How may I serve you today? Keep, in mind ... If this is the police, I can track you and you can't track me. I'd never give my **real** number." "Uhm, yes ... Can you meet me at a bar called Tina's Wine for Gays? I know it's a gay bar, but it's the only place I know that's loud enough to not be heard easily from afar." A male voice spoke, over the phone, in a slightly scared, yet angry tone. "Sure, I'll be there in an hour. I'm assuming, you'll know how to spot me?" "Yes." "Good. See you soon. Better bring the money with you. I don't like being kept waiting for payment." Juliet replied in a fear-inducing tone. Juliet didn't know where the bar was, but she did know one thing. The B100d Queen had another job to do.
