Cars didn't really pass through this side of the tracks, the lower side, the dark side. Where you could find everything and anything, only those that actually knew what was here came. Cops would roll by at times patrolling for any of the illegal happenings that the proclaimed "Lower Side" of Death City offered. Sometimes fishing a drug dealer, an addict or a prostitute. I shook my head looking at the dilapidated street I stood on, graffiti littered the walls, food wrappers, empty Styrofoam cups, empty bottles of beer and liquor strewed all over the streets. Scantily dressed women walked up and down the sidewalks sometimes escorted by a man or laughing with one another. The acrid smell of cigarettes and weed filled the air, mixing with the breeze that blew tonight. I looked up to the sky, where did I go wrong? I had been a good student; graduated with honors from Shibusen High School had a full scholarship for Yale and all for what? To end up on the wrong side of the tracks selling myself to the next John that came by offering me a wad of cash for a few hours of sex.

But I had help getting here, it had happened 3 years ago while I was still at Yale, I had been at a party, drunk off my ass my boyfriend - well, ex now- had been with me that night but had been even more drunk than I was. Somewhere between the shots of Vodka and the 30 pack of Budweiser someone had offered him money to sleep with me, and maybe it was the alcohol talking or something else but he agreed and that's how it all began from then on he would get me drunk enough that it didn't matter what I did because I would do it. Then drinking wasn't a part of it anymore, because I liked it. As disgusting as it sounded I did, the amount of money I was making was enough to get me to drop out and take up prostitution as a way to make income. And here I was now, doing exactly what I had dropped everything to do. My friends Black Star, Kid, Tsubaki, Liz and Patti have all tried to stop me, asked me to leave this behind but I can't, this is all I know. Commitment was something I knew didn't exist I learned it the day my Mom found out my Dad was a lying, cheating bastard.

That's why I didn't want to marry, to settle down or have kids. What I did had no strings attached and I never had to worry about them coming back or hurting me at all. Monogamy, is that what it was called? It didn't exist, if it did men wouldn't cheat, they would be faithful and stay with their wives and children. What exactly made them want to cheat anyway? They always gave excuses; I would know I've been there, but not anymore. My thoughts broke off when someone cleared their throat, I looked in front of me and saw a tall man, with... is that white hair? And red eyes I quirked an eyebrow, he was too clean to be here, was he a cop? "Can I help you?" I asked wary, there weren't too many of his type on this side, sometimes we would get one or two, the businessmen, the ones with expensive cars, watches and suits. "Yeah, I'd like your company for the night." he answered voice husky and deep. I nodded pushing off the wall and stood in front of him he was really tall even in my 4 inch heels he was a head taller than me. "Where to?" I ask and he motioned for me to follow with his head. I kept a little distance between us following him to a sporty looking BMW parked on the other side of the street.

He unlocked the door and held it open for me, I settled in and he closed the door. My already short dress rode up even higher but I could care less, others have seen more than what was showing anyway. He got into the driver's side and started the car, "Do you know anywhere we could go?" he asked and I nodded "Drive and I'll guide you there." Fifteen minutes of silence later we arrived at a Motel 6 two blocks away. I got out of the car and led the way to the reception desk. "Good evening, how may I help you?" asked a perky blond girl of about 20 years. "I'd like a room for the night please." I answered she nodded and typed something on the keyboard, "I have two rooms available would you like one or two beds?" she asked looking between the red-eyed man and I. "One." he replied before I could "All right, and who's name shall I put it under?" she inquired "Soul Evans." the man answered again handing over a credit card. She took it and swiped it before handing it back to him with a receipt which he signed and gave back. She handed him a copy and the room number dismissing us with a cheery "Have a good evening." We both nodded and I even managed to give her a half smile before following the man to our room.

I walked a few steps behind him so I didn't end up running him over. We were on the third floor of the small hotel building I looked over the railing to the pavement below. It would suck if someone were to fall over this. I shook that thought away where had that come from? I let out a small sigh, and I think he looked over his shoulder at me but I didn't bother to make sure, it wasn't like he cared anyway, he was here for one thing and that's it. He stopped at the 10th door and slid the card in the slot provided; it made a small beeping noise and door unlocked. He motioned for me to go through and I did turning on the lights as I made it over the doorway. He followed after me and shut the door, I stood next to the bed, it wasn't much of a hotel room, a single bed flanked by two night tables a lamp perched on either one and a phone on the left bedside table. A T.V rested on a small cabinet and the door to the bathroom was directly ahead of the bed. The carpet was a gloomy grey color, filled with stains of who only knew what, and the walls were an off white that had probably seen their share of doings in this very room, like the saying goes 'If only walls could talk.' I waited to see what he would do, but he just stood there as if unsure of what happened next, I took a few minutes to study him: at least 6'2, white hair, slightly tanned, long elegant fingers, broad shouldered, narrow waisted, clad in a black suit, a maroon shirt underneath and black tie. He was extremely handsome, so why the Hell was he here? It was obvious he could pull any girl he wanted, why waste his time with a prostitute?

I wanted to ask but being what I was, it wasn't in my interest to actually give a damn, I was just here to do what I had to do and move on with my life. "So, what exactly are you looking for?" I asked taking the initiative since it seemed he wasn't about to. He looked up ruby red eyes bewildered "What do you mean?" he asked, aaaand obviously a newbie. I lifted a brow "I mean like sex wise, there is different things we can do, but there are some limits though: I don't do anal and I prefer to use protection." I stated. He stood silently before speaking "I don't want sex." And it was my turn to be confused "What?" I couldn't have heard right, "I don't want sex, I just want your company." He clarified much to my already addled brain. I didn't even know what to say, much less think, what did someone say when they were told their services weren't needed? I looked up to meet his gaze "And what exactly do I have to do?" He lifted a shoulder "Just sit and talk, or maybe just sit and listen either way you'll be paid." Hmm, I had never been asked to do that, this was a first I wasn't even sure what the Hell was going on but hey I was still getting paid right? I had bills to pay and a roof to keep over my head all else didn't matter. I shrugged "All right." I took off my jacket and threw it on the corner of the bed, it was then that my cell decided to ring. I fished into my jacket pocket and snagged my cell turning it to find a message, I flicked the lock across the screen I heard the ivory haired man move to the other side of the bed and then the springs shifted as he laid his tall frame on it.

I looked at my message quickly, it was from Blair, a girl I had met a year ago she'd been in the game for a long time. She was quite known on the streets she never used her real name though she went by Kat. No last name just those three letter words, though she had told me her name after I got her out of a few troubles she'd had. I replied quickly and threw my phone on the bed as well. I bit my lip as I contemplated what I was about to ask but I then smacked myself mentally, it was an easy question something I had asked many times in the last three years. I looked to the man on the bed his arm draped over his eyes, "Hey." I called hoping he wasn't asleep." He moved his arm slightly and looked at me "Do you happen to have a condom?" He looked at me like I was crazy or something "It's not for us!" I exclaimed "It's for a friend of mine." He raised a brow in question but didn't comment further he shifted a bit and pulled out his wallet, opening it he quickly found the small package and handed it to me. I muttered a quick thanks and scooped up my phone once more, just as I was going to call Blair her name popped up on the screen "Hello?" I asked into the receiver "Were you able to get one?" came her voice "Yeah, I got one what room are you in?" I inquired "I'm in room 110" she answered "All right I'll be there soon." "Thanks babe, you're a life saver!" came her enthusiastic chirp and the line went dead.

I sighed, when would this girl learn? "I'll be right back." I told him and walked to the door "Do you need me to go with you?" he asked. I shook my head, then felt stupid, he was still laying down he couldn't see me "No, I'll be fine it's just two flights down." I answered back "You sure? You're pretty small someone might mistake you for a lost child." I glared "The Hell is that supposed to mean?" He gave a throaty chuckle, this asshole really found it amusing! "It means someone might try to kidnap you." He said sitting up, I flipped him the bird, wrenched the door open "I can take care of myself thank you very much!" I said closing the door but not before hearing him laugh. The fucking jerk!