A/N (UNEDITED :( )I'm sorry for how crappy and short this chapter is. I just want to get to the good stuff!  Still Undecided as to who I picture as Bash. I will let you guys know, but for now it's Chad White!

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Song: How Soon is Now? : The Smiths.

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It took a few moments for Darcie's eyes to readjust to the gloom. Once they had, her gaze immediately zeroed in on the shorter of the two figures they were currently proceeding towards. The girl had turned halfway to face them at Tito's exclamation, and was now surveying their approach with folded arms and a distinct look of exasperation upon her fine-featured face. When Tito reached her, she rolled her eyes at him and turned back to her companion again, clearly muttering something under her breath. Darcie frowned at her. What had Tito done to annoy her so much?

She was beautiful, far too beautiful for the likes of the Gecko, with waves of soft, golden hair that almost glittered under the flickering street lamps. Her features were small and well defined, aside from the big, forget-me-not blue eyes, which were framed with long, dark lashes. Everything about her, from her clothes to her manner screamed privilege and wealth, and all at once Darcie felt a bolt of jealousy rush through her. Coming to a halt with Tim a few steps behind Tito she ran a hand self-consciously through her own, tangled mane. The beautiful girl spared a quick, mildly curious glance towards them, before turning back to face Tito and his cousin again, who were now greeting each-other like old friends.

"Bastardo!" Tito cried again, drawing the tall man forward and clapping him heartily on the back. "Libertino! "

The other man smirked and returned Tito's embrace, before pulling away and smacking the side of his head lightly with one, large hand. "Tuve suficiente de Londres." he replied, his eyes crinkling with mirth. "Y sé que me extrañaste!"

In spite of his apparent high spirits, Darcie felt a thrill of unease run down her spine as she examined him. He radiated a kind of dark power she couldn't quite quantify. A beast of a man, with a broad chest and shoulders, he towered over Tito by a half foot a least. He was handsome, in a sense, but his shorn head and the motorbike leathers he wore gave him a very rough, fierce look. Darcie felt Tim shift uneasily beside her. She squeezed his hand.

 As if sensing the minute movement, the man's eye snapped to their entwined fingers. His gazes lingered there for a moment of two before moving slowly to study first Tim's face, and then Darcie's. He frowned at her slightly.

"You've got some tailgaters, Tito." he murmured, his forehead creasing with inexplicable confusion as he scrutinised her features. "Friends of yours? Pets?"   

Pets?

Darcie blinked at him and flushed in mortification.  Indeed, she was so excessively flustered that she barely registered his critical examination of her brief chemise top and tight jeans. Squirming beneath his penetrating gaze she dropped her eyes, smiling awkwardly, and released Tim, all at once feeling rather foolish. He followed these movements with an shrewd eye, his lips twisting as he watched the blush creep over her pale cheeks.

Tito laughed, oblivious to her discomfort. Grinning widely, he threw an arm around Darcie and swept her forwards, leaving Tim to shuffle up awkwardly behind.

"Pets!?" he exclaimed, squeezing both of them to his sides and grinning enthusiastically. "Don't be rude, Baz! This is Darcie. It's her Birthday." He shook her slightly. The man shot Darcie another hard look, inclining his head by way of a greeting.

"Nice to meet you." he drawled, his voice deep and thickly accented. "Er...Happy Birthday!"

Darcie shivered involuntarily at the smooth sound of his voice and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Tito felt her tremble beside him and laughed again. Clutching her closer still to his side, he made a playful shooing motion towards the man and grimaced at him. "Mind yourself, Baz." he warned, though his tone was mischievous.  "You're scaring everyone..."

The blonde girl, who had so far remained silent since their approach, chuckled tauntingly. "Démissionner, Beta Seb."  she teased, in what Darcie thought she recognised as French. "Garde ton calme et continue." 

Tito rolled his eyes and sighed. Apparently unable to control the grin which was stretching his mouth, he inclined his head towards the girl. "This is Laela." he said, by way of an introduction, and the girl offered up a perfect smile which didn't quite reach her eyes. "And this." he made the shooing gesture towards the man once again before turning to Darcie and winking at her "Is Bash."

"What a funny name!" Darcie blurted drunkenly before she could stop herself. "Is it short for something?"  Tito blinked at her for a moment before exchanging an amused look with his cousin. Darcie watched them smirk at once another,  and at once she cursed her-self, feeling her cheeks beginning to redden in embarrassment. 

Bash surveyed her with an amused glint in his grey eyes before inclining his head and extending a hand for her to shake.

"Sebastian." he greeted, in his wonderfully rich, dark accent. "A pleasure..."

Darcie smiled awkwardly. Heart leaping nervously in her chest, she wiped her sweaty palm on her thigh before sliding it limply into his hand and allowing him to shake it. His grip was firm and assertive, and all at once her fingers began to tingle beneath the pressure.She gasped, chuckled and withdrew her hand apologetically.

"Sorry." she burbled drunkenly, clenching and unclenching her fist in a vain attempt to ease the prickling. "Pins and Needles!"

Sebastian lowered his own hand and surveyed her fussing with a slight frown. There was an awkward pause, during which everyone watched her wringing her hands,  before he suddenly reached out and seized them once again. His manner was suddenly rigid, his expression unreadable, and in her drunk state Darcie wondered if she'd offended him by puling away.

"It works better if someone else does it." he remarked falteringly, massaging her clammy fingers within his own. "See?"

Darcie blushed, nodded distractedly and once again tugged her hand away. Truthfully, In spite of his efforts, her fingers were tingling more than ever. He frowned at her again.

 All at once feeling rather light-headed, she leant heavily against Tito who's arm was still draped about her waist. He eyed her shrewdly.

"Alright, Darce?" he probed lightly in a sagacious tone, his eyes flicking from Laela to Sebastian and then back again. "Do you need some water?"

Darcie shook her head and made to move away again, but Sebastian held out a hand to stop her, his expression blank.

"How about we sit down?" he suggested, ignoring Tito's questioning gaze as he drew her away from him. "I wont bite, I promise."

Without waiting for a response, he placed a hand upon the small of her back and began to steer her down the alleyway in the direction of the main street. Sparks seemed to erupt beneath his touch and Darcie fought the sudden urge to moan. She was torn between fear and intrigue; his rough appearance and the power he seemed to quietly emanate both repelling and attracting her. And he smelt so good.  Her cheeks reddened again at this last realisation and she suddenly felt very giddy.

 What am I doing!?

All at once feeling very aware of herself, Darcie attempted to remove Sebastian's hand from her back. He spared her another, rather louring glance before withdrawing it himself, choosing instead to boldly clasp her hand within his own. She blushed furiously. Her hand was tingling again beneath his firm grasp, and this time she involuntarily let out a very small, lusty moan of frustration. A familiar ache was beginning to form between her thighs. She frowned confusedly and shook her head.

It must be the alcohol. 

Again, Bash turned to frown at her, but apparently chose not to comment on the humiliating and rather telling noise she had made. Instead, he drew her in closer to him, his leathers rough against the bare skin of her arm. Darcie, physically unable to pull away, merely sobbed.  "Where would you like to sit?" he asked quietly, and Darcie almost moaned again at the sound of his voice. "There are benches just round the corner?"

Darcie shook her head in attempt to clear the buzzing in her ears. "Err...Yeah!" she all but gasped, twisting round to gaze up at him through rather blurred vision. "I know the place, thanks. I'll see you later..." 

She once again attempted to tug her hand out of his grasp. Much to her annoyance, Sebastian only hung on tighter and  squeezed her sweaty hand within his own.  

"Oh, I'll come too!" he replied good-naturally, turning to her with a tentative smile and indicating the leather jacket and alpine-stars bike slacks that he wore. "I'm not exactly dressed for clubbing anyway."

Darcie couldn't help but to scan his appearance with admiration. Though, she had to admit he was right; he really wasn't dressed for a club. In fact, she was surprised he'd been able to get past the bouncers at all. He looked like a guy who was out for trouble. In addition to his size, his expression of severity, and his attire, Darcie could see the edge of a tattoo just peaking above his collar in the light from the street-lamps outside.

Who gets a tattoo on their neck!?

Once they were both clear of the alleyway, Sebastian released her hand to wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in closer. This provoked an almost electric shudder to shoot up her arm from her tingling fingers and settle in her chest as a rather sharp pain. Darcie gasped and rubbed the spot with her free hand, frowning confusedly through her sudden fatigue. It felt like someone had placed a stick between her ribs and was slowly twisting it - like a stitch you get in your side after running too soon after eating.

Sebastian tightened his grip on her hand slightly 

"Dont worry." he murmured, his voice impossibly deep and smooth. "It wont hurt so much after a while..."

How exactly he knew this had barely occurred to Darcie before another wave of pain hit her. She stumbled and half fell onto an empty bench, tugging herself out of his grip as she did so. The aforementioned biker boy followed suit, sliding onto the seat beside her, far too close for comfort. Darcie folded her arms across her chest and shifted slightly, her discomfort and alarm rising by the second. The buzz of the tequila had seemingly worn off and now she felt rather less bold and distinctly more nauseous and shy. Suddenly, all she wanted was to be back at home and in bed. She wasn't entirely sure what had caused this sudden and dramatic change in temperament, yet she knew that the impossibly large man beside her was making her uneasy. Her eyes were fixed firmly upon the gum speckled pavement in front of her, yet she could feel him watching her, studying the side of her face and her hunched, defensive form.

She heard him chuckle softly and a thrill of genuine fear thrummed through her.

"You ok?" he probed, placing a hand upon her back and inclining his head towards her in a gesture of concern. " Does it feel any better?"

Another stab of pain seemed to assault her heart as he spoke. Darcie shook her head in an attempt to clear the sudden buzzing in her ears. "I don't feel well." she mumbled, more to herself than to anyone else. "Maybe I've had too much."

Sebastian gave her a very small, grim smile and rubbed her back soothingly. " I can take you home if you like?" he murmured, his minty breath fanning the side of her face. "Or get you a taxi? I'm sure Tito's ready to call it a night!"

Almost at the mention of his name, Darcie heard Tito's voice cut through the haze of pain and fatigue which were currently surrounding her.

"Baz, you horny bastard!" she heard him cry, followed by the sound of his shoes clipping the pavement as he jogged out of the club towards them. "What...Oh! Darcie? You ok?"

Darcie barely registered the question before Tito all but threw himself down upon the ground opposite her, dragging an irritated looking Laela along with him.

"What's going on?" he demanded , glancing from his cousin, to Darcie and back again. " You kidnapping my women, again?"

Sebastian withdrew his hand from Darcie's back, folded his arms across his chest and snorted in derision.

"Darcie's tired." he announced, his leathers creaking slightly as he shifted in his seat. " We're leaving now."

Tito's frowned deepened as he ducked his head in attempt to see into Darcie's face, half covered with her hands.

"You all right, Darce?" he probed, patting her knee consolingly. "This isn't like you. You're usually the last to leave!"

Darcie shook him off, nodding distractedly. Her head was thumping dully in her ears and, in-spite of Bash's reassurance, the pain in her chest had seemed to worsen slightly. She hunched over herself and rubbed the spot impatiently, gritting her teeth and grimacing.

"Yeah I dunno. I feel weird. Maybe I drank too much..."

Tito eyed her suspiciously. Bash, seemingly growing tired of Tito's obtuseness, sighed exasperatedly . Unfolding his arms again he propped his elbows on his knees and leant forward so he was at eye level with his cousin. 

"She's tired!" he murmured, his voice lowering to a quiet rumble. "We need to get her home..."Darcie heard him mutter a few more unintelligible words in English before the two men fell back into their mother tongue and began to converse animatedly in Spanish. Or Italian. Or double Dutch. In her inebriated state Darcie couldn't tell. 

After a few seconds of this whispered conversation, Tito's mouth fell open.

"Que no!" he hissed, staring at his cousin in wide-eyed disbelief. "Mierda!"

Darcie frowned at him. He had such a look of stupefied incredulity upon his face that she almost laughed in spite of herself. His eyebrows had risen so high they looked to be in serious danger of disappearing altogether into his hair.

What the hell was going on?!

Sebastian nodded gravely. "Ella es mia." he announced, wide eyed and looking rather dumbfounded himself. "Ya era hora!"

There was a split second of silence before Tito erupted into shouts of delight. Scrambling to his feet, he launched himself at Sebastian, who - though grumbling at the assault - was laughing, albeit nervously.

"Dios Mio!" Tito shrieked, before lapsing into incoherent yells of Spanish. "Chico Malo!"

Darcie leant away from them both and screwed her fists into her eye sockets in attempt to distract herself from the pain in her chest. Her head was spinning, her face was hot, and she was growing more and more lethargic by the second. Dark spots were beginning to cloud her vision. Certainly, she was in too much discomfort to care about Tito's odd behaviour.

A dainty, perfectly manicured hand found its way onto her knee and Darcie looked up to find Laela studying her with something akin to concern upon her beautiful face.

"Darcie, can you breathe?" she asked quietly, her French accent softening the words as she spoke them. "Are you going to faint?"

Darcie peered blearily back at her. Leala's blonde hair was beginning to fade into her features and her surrounding's were beginning to blur together. She swallowed.

"I...I don't..." she began, grasping the edge of the bench and swaying slightly. "I'm.."

But that was all she could manage to choke out before her vision clouded totally and everything went dark.