Dangerous love affair

In a furnished bedroom, Bailey Starr's house in LAS VEGAS. Melissa Bryan, 16, red brunette, slim, soft eyes and amazing skin is clad in underwear and stirs awake, lying in between the bed sheets, where she faces the window side before spreading her arms to feel the warmth of the bed. After a moment, Melissa sits up on top of the bed. Then walks over to the window side with a mug of coffee in her hands.

Bailey Starr and Melissa Bryan had been friends from birth, they did everything and anything together. People actually thought they were sisters due to their close intimacy.

They lived across the same street and practically grew up together. Also attended the same high school. There was no secrets between them.

Melissa's been in a relationship that's lasted very long.

After losing her boyfriend Dylan Winchester who was a thousand werewolf; an ancient line of lycanthrope that possessed powers the world had never seen passed down from generations to generations. Bestowed with the power of not turning under the full moon and spoken in legends would unite the werewolf race and usher them into an era of peace. She swore to never open her heart to another ever again. All she wanted was a fresh start. Far from home. And everything.

Currently, she drinks from her mug and gets lost in her thoughts, over what happened in her life a few months ago.

"Another day of beautiful sunrise. I stay awake and lie in my bed, wishing everything would go back to normal. To the way it was. Actually, it's been three months since i moved to Las Vegas with my best friend Bailey Starr. The weather's nice. Reminds me of home. That is, New Summer in Denver. I miss him, i miss Dylan and it hurts so much. I miss my friends: Heather Cole, Harper Allen, Vince Jackman, Vakey Cole. Well, Kevin Somers has gone AWOL. Who knows what has become of our home? Anyway, Spring break is already over. Gotta say, no one can outrun their past. No matter how fast you think you are, it always catches up to you. My name is Melissa Bryan and this is my story."

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Now and then, the tall buildings of Las Vegas can be seen overhead -- THE PALAZZO, EIFFEL TOWER, TRUMP INTERNATIONAL HOTEL AND DREW LAST VEGAS. Several people are standing in the street at a bus stop, pressing their cellphones. Amongst the crowd is Melissa who wore a red leggings and black crop top with a face cap on. She listens to loud music through ear buds which are connected to her phone in her armband.

Afterwards, Melissa is jogging down Fremont Street in downtown Las Vegas which she runs past famous casinos such as GOLDEN NUGGET, FREE MONT HOTEL AND CASINO, THE MINT AND FOUR QUEENS. Also, jogs past some cars in a nearby parking lot, passes through a bridge at a park before making her way to a busy road. Then Melissa bends down to catch her breath as cars and people pass by. Hastily, Melissa checks her phone on her armband which says it's 07:35 AM. So, she starts jogging down the road.

The door chimes as Melissa enters a FedEx office. A man staring at a shelf smiles at Melissa who smiles back. Then she walks down to the counter and sees a black male worker in his mid thirties, Leo standing over there.

"Mornin.' How may I help you?," he said politely to her.

"Uh, i think I have a delivery under Bryan. Melissa Bryan," answered Melissa.

"Okay. Sorry, just a second."

Then Leo grabs a delivery box beside the counter table and drops it on the surface. He brings out a paper for Melissa to sign.

"Just sign here please."

"Okay."

Melissa grabs a pen from him and writes her signature boldly.

"Thank you. That'll be $25.50 cents," Leo stated.

The door chimes again. A curly haired man in brown leather jacket and ripped jeans walks through as Melissa stares back at him before averting her eyes. His auburn hair was soft and well combed. He's like a Disney prince in human form. He walks up to the counter and sees Melissa carrying the box by herself.

"Woah. Woah. Take it easy girl. You need some help with that?"

"No, I got it," said Melissa.

"You sure? A lady shouldn't be -- "

He tries to take the box off Melissa's hands.

"I said, I got it!" She answered abruptly.

And he raises his hands up in a non - threatening gesture. "Okay. Suit yourself. Name's Harris by the way. What's yours?"

She turns around. "Melissa."

"I guess I'll see you around. Have a nice day," said Harris.

"You too."

Melissa starts walking away and leaves the store. Surely, he was cute and was actually trying to flirt with her. But she was not taking any chances. And smiled to herself.

Suddenly, Harris brings out a gun and drops it on the counter table which startles the male worker.

"What the hell, man?"

"This is a robbery. Don't make sudden moves or everyone dies. Do you feel me? Good. Now show me where the stash at."

The male worker comes out of the back. The door chimes again as two guys in black hoodie and jeans that wore masks walk into the shop holding shotguns! The customers scream in terror.

"Nobody move! Stay right where you are! Don't be a hero!"

Harris brings out a black mask and covers his face while talking to the male worker, Leo.

"I'm not asking. Show me."

They head into a storage room full of shelves that has number tags on it. Harris and the worker walk past some shelves along the way until they see 1056 number tag shelf.

"1056. That's it right there. Open it up, " he said.

Harris drags the worker by the shirt collar and pushes him forward. Keys jingle in his hands as he brings it out of his back pocket. He was sweating as hell and crawling in his skin. Immediately Leo unlocks the door. There is about nine tons of gold stored inside, revealing that FedEx office is a front. A cash house of sorts.

"Holy shit," said Harris surprisingly.

"Do you know whose gold you're stealing? That belongs to Centineo Gomez!!," replied Leo, mustering up courage to face him.

Harris grabs him by the jaw and pulls him closer. They make eye contact.

"I ain't stealing it, I'm borrowing. Move it. Get the bag, start packing it up," ordered Harris.

Later, Harris walks out of the shop with a black duffel bag while the other two pointed their shotguns at customers rounded up at the counter table. They leave with Harris at the same time.

"Hustle! Hustle! Hustle! Let's move! Move! Move! The boys will be onto us in no time. Come on, let's go!," said Harris.

The trio jump into the back of an open blue minivan parked right in front if the shop. This was their getaway car. They close the door. Now, they are driving on the street. Inside the van:

"Can't believe we pulled that off, " said Man 2.

"Save it. Every dirty cops on Centineo Gomez's payroll are going to be after us. We gotta get out of here. Can't this thing go any faster?," said to Harris to Man 3, the driver.

"Chill out dude. I'm going as fast as I can," he replied.

The driver stares at the side mirror and sees a police cruiser behind them with the lights flashing red and blue down the street. The getaway breathed heavily and floored it. In his heart of hearts, their slim chances of survival had been reduced to zero.

"We got a problem. The cops --"

"Those aren't real cops. They're dirty cops. Hurry up! We'll lose them in the alley. Stick to the plan, " said Harris. He was bold and confident. Almost like he had some trick up his sleeve.

The black van drives through an alley. There is a Toyota car up ahead, parked beside the road. The black van hits the Toyota car's bumper which now shifts the car and blocks the road. The police cruiser tires squeal as the brakes were hit so hard as they had been cut off and can no longer follow them. Meanwhile, the black van drives through a dark entrance and disappears.

Back at New Summer, Denver. At the horrible and too famous BLACK VEIL PRISON. Through a thick, steel security door. Some security guards are in an operations room. They look at a surveillance screen. It shows Vakey Cole, 27, handsome, had green eyes and dark hair. Also cute,with a devilish flirt in his eyes. He lies in bed inside a cramped prison cell serving his sentence after being wrongfully accused of the murder of a teenager which was orchestrated by a very powerful man who was connected to the death of Dylan Winchester.

Having pleaded for bail once or twice and it was denied, he had resigned to his fate. It wasn't easy but the idea of someday seeing his young sister in the small photo he held in his hand kept him going.

Unbeknownst to the world, Vakey was a pure blood werewolf, he could turn at his own will during the full moon. In rare instances, can control his transformation period.

Vakey could bust out of prison at any time he wanted but that would give the people behind the plot every reason to hunt him down and the ones he loved. So he played ball. Up until now.

Another guard walks towards Vakey's prison cell. "You have a visitor."

Then Vakey climbs out of his rack curiously and stands up to look at him through the bars. He is wearing an orange jumpsuit. Still unnerved by the guard's statement.

Now Vakey is handcuffed and walks up to an Inmate Telephone System where he is horrified and shocked to see Winston Cross, 33, in a fancy suit waiting for him. The man is immaculate as a marine. Very bright. The type of person who's got a lot of influence, even enough to get Vakey out of there in minutes.

Winston was a thousand werewolf,

but one who had been wiped out from the history books. He was captured, tortured and trained to kill his own kind for over fifty years by a dark sinister organization called THE RED CIRCLE. After being kept in a cryo pod which increased his life span, he escaped and sought Dylan Winchester as Little John to Winston's Robin hood which he declined that led to his death. Highly influential, Winston created his own secret society in order to take down the Red Circle whatever the cost.

The security guard unlocks Vakey's handcuffs that are on his wrists. He walks over, sits down and picks up the telephone beside while staring through the mirrored glass.

"Needless to say, orange is the new black. Love the jumpsuit," said Winston.

"Who the hell are you?," replied Vakey.

"Definitely not your lawyer. My name's Winston Cross and I want you to listen very carefully cause I'm only gonna say this once...."

Winston shows him pictures of Heather going to school. Vakey is completely shocked.

"I'm the only thing keeping your sister, Heather alive."

Vakey looks Winston in the eye and punches the glass as he speaks.

"Don't you dare touch her! Or I'll kill you myself!"

He smirks. "How do you intend to do that? Even Houdini himself couldn't get through these reinforced steel doors. So i suggest you hear me out. Stay right where you are and keep your mouth shut."

"And if I don't?," Vakey asks.

"Well, we don't need to get ugly, do we? The choice is yours, Vakey. You've got twenty four hours to decide. You'd be doing the right thing. I'll be seeing you soon." Winston looked at Vakey like a caged lion he is.

Winston stands to his feet after hanging up the phone. The security guard behind Vakey interrupts.

"Time's up. Let's go."

Once agan, Winston turns back around. Vakey looks up as Winston smiles down at him.

Elsewhere in New Summer. A car alarm chirps outside Vakey's house in a quiet neighbourhood. It was quaint and picturesque. A place you'd like raise a family. Southern in its hospitality. Heather Cole immediately walks out through the steps of the front porch. She is a long black curly haired girl, 16, soft blue eyes. She was 5'6 tall and had Strong demeanor. Amazingly beautiful. She was dressed in a white tank top and black ripped jeans, with her backpack slung over her shoulder. Heather walks down the street and approaches a red convertible parked beside the road.

Heather and Vakey had moved to New Summer to start a new life after being hunted by the Red Circle for so long. Yes, they were eccentric with a bit of history of violence which came from their murderous father who killed their mother in a fit of rage due to his uncontrolled anger issues and alcoholic problems. They ran away from their home, Detroit in North ville and lived on the road ever since.

They managed to stay off the radar of Red Circle leader Shayne Wesley, a merciless hunter who was mostly feared by every werewolf packs. He's murdered hundreds or more. Some are captured and kept for experimentation at underground labs hidden all over Denver. Vakey made a a deal with him -- trading the lives of other werewolf packs for theirs. Doing anything necessary to stay alive.

But now Heather was all alone, had no one else except for her boyfriend Harper Allen, 16, clean - cut, well dressed and had a bit of a bad boy persona. He was Dylan's protege, turned into a werewolf after being impaled in the stomach to the wall by a psycho maniac with a rod. And was bleeding to death. Dylan knew if he pulled it out, he would surely bleed out to death. So he turned him.

Harper is a white bread of New Summer but somehow an outsider. They had been going out for awhile now but deep down she was the only thing that made sense in his crazy - messed up world.

As soon as Heather walks over, Harper who is in the driver's seat looks at her and smiles weakly. Though looking overly concerned. In a black leather jacket and jeans.

"Hey, you ready?"

She frowns. "Don't even ask. I'm a mess."

"I wasn't gonna say that..."

Heather walks around the convertible and enters the passenger seat so she can look at Harper in the eye.

"Actually, I was going to say that you look beautiful." Harper stated.

"And you know all that in three seconds cause you stared at my boobs?" Heather asked.

"It's a free market!," said Harper.

"Ha, ha. Very funny, Harp," Heather replied with a sarcastic tone.

Harper caresses her face. "I love it when you say that. Makes you really cute, seriously."

"M -hmm...I'm glad you do."

Then Heather leans forward as they kiss for a long moment before she breaks apart.

"Yes. I'm ready now. Let's go," she said.

They take off as Harper drives through an open road before passing on a bridge. Heather sits on top of Harper's shoulder and once her feet are balanced, she spreads her arms wide out so she can revel in the breeze rushing past her. She giggles and nods her head to the loud music playing on the radio.

Afterwards. New summer high school. A small town high school surrounded by huge mansions and large old trees. Nothing special. On Monday morning, it was crawling with students. The convertible moves across the parking lot. A little way from the entrance where different cars lined up.

Once they arrive in the school's parking lot, Heather and Harper walk together as she puts her arm around his waist, so does he. Some guys are talking besides a yellow car so Heather traps a lock of her hair behind her ear and uses wolf - hearing to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Is it me or did Heather Cole's ass get more hotter? ," said a boy, Brian, 16, who whispered to his friend Jaime.

"Harper's got game. I'll give him that." Jaime giggled.

The rest of the crowd around the parking lot look at Harper and Heather with outrageous expressions, sneak looks and whisper to one another which Heather noticed.

"Why is everyone staring at us?," she said to Harper.

"Forget about them. Focus on us," replied Harper. He puts his arms over Heather's shoulder as she smiles weakly.

Heather looks up ahead and sees Dylan's closest friend Vince Jackman, 16, black, handsome. Cool -trendy vibe, even tempered, gentle eyes. He is wearing a checkered T-shirt and jeans, standing alongside a slim dark haired white teenage girl who wore a purple long sleeve sweater and jeans. This is Aimee Bradley.

"Hi Amy!," said Heather.

She rolls her eyes. "Hey. It's Aimee with two 'ees'."

Heather scoffs before she speaks and turns towards Vince.

"Okay. Whatever."

"Ooh, that's the girl I wanted to see," said Vince.

Then he hugs Heather who makes a face at Aimee that looks slightly jealous. And Vince proceeds to shake Harper's hand.

"What's up my man?"

"How you doing? Hey, Aimee," said Harper, waving his hand.

"Who...the hell...is that?," asks Heather.

Everyone turns around to look at a guy in blazer and jeans that drives I to the parking lot with his motorcycle and parks it behind a BMW beetle. He removes his helmet, flings his curly hair sideways before running his hand through it. It was kinda hot, the astonishing look on everyone's face proved so. Aimee starts fessing up.

"That's Coach Brad's cousin, Eric Stanton. Moved from Detroit, been repping out ever since. He loves pepperoni and cheese with milkshake. I heard he got 50,000 hits on social media last summer after posting a pic of him with his dog, Molly. Gotta say, I loved his abs. More like a sexy hot bench press. Can you believe that?"

They all look back at themselves before Vince answers.

"Yeah.... Yeah.."

Heather doesn't look convinced, so Aimee continues to explain while making a sad puppy face.

"His Dad died. Single mom. Must be tough. Stays with his Aunt and Coach Brad."

"You got all of that in just a day?,"

asks Heather.

"Don't hate. I'm the captain of the debate club. Gotta keep up. See you guys in class. Don't wanna be late for the front row seat. You know what I mean?"

Aimee grabs Harper's arm but he turns back to speak to Vince and Heather.

"You guys coming or what?"

In the school hallway, Heather and Vince are walking side by side.

"Got any plans for homecoming?," he said.

"No. I think I'm gonna sit this one out. You got any hot date? Have you told Aimee how you feel?"

"It's complicated. We've been friends for a long time, since we were seven. Don't wanna drop the L - bomb on her too soon. Wanna make it epic."

"I know what epic means, dick. C'mon, what's so hard in it...."

Heather turns to face Vince, clamping him on the shoulder.

"Just tell her you wanna be friends with benefits."

"Yeah. Yeah. Let me write that down somewhere, Doctor Strange."

They both laugh before Vince speaks up.

"Hey, have you talked to Melissa yet?"

"Nope. Wherever she is, I bet she's having much fun than we are."

Looking down at the Laguna beach in Las Vegas, California. Beyond the sun, sand and water. A look into those incredible blue green eyes. A blonde. This is Bailey Starr, 16, had smooth skin and amazing body. Bailey in pink string bikini stands alongside Melissa who woe a crochet bikini as they walk across the sand, past people watching while sipping on caipirinhas.

When the shore waves hit, Melissa smiles and turns towards Bailey before speaking.

"Girl, this is nice. I haven't felt so happy since a long time."

"Welcome to Vegas girl. I wanted to drag you down here - kicking and

screaming if I had to just to get you off that couch you've been making love to for the past three months."

"Don't hate. That couch's a lot more affectionate than you."

"Whatever," she smirks. "Live a little. Have some fun. Go clubbing with your friends, with me and get a man --"

Melissa gives Bailey a stern look which she noticed.

"OK. Hangout with me. Am done being your boyfriend. It's so annoying."

"I know what you're gonna say, 'rebound with some hot guy. ' I don't wanna hear it. My life is so full right now."

For a moment, Bailey trails off and gets distracted by something only her eyes could see. She looks in the other direction of the beach, surprisingly.

"Speak of the devil. Will you look at that?"

They turn around to face the beach where they see a blonde muscular teenager, Cooper who is in under gear and completely wet. He flings his hair side to side to shake off some drop of water on his face. He was definitely a chick magnet. Grew up and was raised in Vegas.

But he wasn't just an ordinary guy, he was one of the beach regulars. A college student to be precise. Mid twenties. His haircut matched his round face perfectly. Most times Cooper would come down to the beach to drown out the noise in his life. It was the perfect getaway spot for him.

Melissa once again gives Bailey a stern look who was completely emancipated in his gorgeous and romantic body. Thinking of all the bad things that she could do to him. Just pour an ice cream on that body and lick it up.

Bailey curled her lips for a moment before she could reply.

"He's hot! Sexy hot. Oh my God, he's coming over here. How do I look? Okay, okay, act natural."

Bailey blushes and turns to face Cooper who extends his hand for a handshake, smiling.

"Hey, ladies. Welcome to the beach. I'm Cooper. My friends call me Coop." Cooper smiled at them.

"Hi, I'm Bailey Starr," replied Bailey, pointing. "This is Melissa Bryan. Nice to meet ya."

Cooper, realizing he's out of his element grabs Melissa's hand and kisses it.

"You folks don't seem like you're from around here?"

"We're from Denver and we were just leaving..," Melissa cuts in. She grabs Bailey's arm and starts walking away.

"A couple of friends of mine are having a party across the beach at midnight. Maybe I could give you a scoop with a ride?!" Cooper tried one last time. He knew Melissa was a tough nut to crack and since none of his charms seemed to be working. This is it. It's here or nowhere.

Bailey turns around. "You would do that?"

"Yeah. I can be your uber. Whatever you want." Cooper reassured.

"That's really sweet. I'll think on it."

"Hopefully, not too long. I think I would like that. Here's my card," said Cooper. He brings out a white business card and hands it over to Bailey who looks it over thoroughly to know just in case if he was a serial killer.

"So you're onto something already?" Bailey was inquisitive. She raised her eyebrows that crinkled in surprise.

"No. Uhm...it's my Dad's ranch. I run the whole thing. The deeds are in the details. Call the number below not the other one," said Cooper.

"Got it. See you around COOP." Bailey winked at him.

He smiles. She's flirting. Well, look at that. "I know what you're doing, better stop it Bailey. That's nasty."

Bailey bites her lip. "Okay. COOPER..."

Once again, Melissa grabs Bailey's arm and strides away.

"What was that?" Melissa queried. She had a judging look on her face.

"Relax. What was what?," asked Bailey in surprise.

"You were flirting with him."

"Get with the program. Don't get me started, Melissa. We're going to this party, that's for damn sure," said Bailey noticing a hint of uncertainty in Melissa's eyes. "It's just a party. What on earth could possibly go wrong?"

"I've heard that before..."

She rolls her eyes. "Get off my case will you? You know I can't say no to free booze. I ain't made that way."

Bailey turns and walks away, leaving Melissa to think about what she just said.

"Damn. My friend's a ho," she muttered under her breath.