The Serpent's Captive

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Chapter 1

Betty released an exhausted sigh, glancing around the nearly deserted diner as she waited for the pot of coffee she had put on to brew. It was nearing midnight and most of the patrons had wandered home hours earlier. Now she only had a handful of customers to serve, and once she made her rounds, she would be able to finally take a break. Rolling her head to ease the tension from her neck, Betty reached for the handle of the coffee pot before making her way around the familiar diner, a sugary sweet smile playing on her bubble gum painted lips.

"Do you gentlemen need anything else?" she questioned the group of college students who had wandered in an hour ago. They were loud, obnoxious, but money was money and it was something she and her two other roommates needed in order to pay their bills. One of the boys wore a smug smirk as he held out his coffee mug. Betty didn't think anything of it, bending at the waist slightly to pour his coffee only to feel his hand squeeze one of her butt cheeks over the fabric of the short skirt that was a part of her uniform. Inhaling a steadying breath, Betty continued pouring the coffee, choosing to ignore the action as she carefully stepped away from his hand.

"That all boys?" she forced the cheerful tone to her voice, mentally counting to ten as she took a step back from the table. The one that had squeezed her butt only grinned before looking at his friends.

"No, I think that's all," she forced a bright smile before nodding and making her way to her last table. The trio that were seated in a corner booth had been in the diner for almost four hours, and she actually enjoyed their company occasionally when she didn't have obnoxious college frat boys to tend to. Her smile brightened fractionally as she reached their table, glancing at each of them before holding up her pot of fresh coffee. The trio were from the Southside, they had made that fact none the first day they had entered the diner with their leather jackets, the two sided snake patch on display as they claimed their booth in her section. She hadn't learned their names, but they tipped well and never caused any problems for her. However the only girl who always offered her a bright smile had her amber colored eyes narrowed to slits. Her bright magenta hair was styled in a french braid tonight. The red haired boy shared a look with the raven haired one beside him. She could tell the three of them were having a silent conversation and didn't notice her.

"Do you guys need a refill? Another round of burgers? Some milkshakes?" Betty finally questioned, tired of the silence as she heard a few of the lewd comments coming from the frat boys.

The raven haired boy glanced up, his stormy blue eyes meeting her apple green irises, and Betty felt her breath catch in her throat for a moment. A smirk danced on his lips for a moment before she glanced away, turning her attention to the window they were sitting in front of. A soft smile, one she reserved for her three closest friends danced on her lips as she saw them making their way towards the diner.

"A strawberry milkshake sounds pretty good," the girl with magenta hair stated, the corner of her lips curving upwards as she looked Betty over. She nodded, turning to the two boys who shrugged.

"Another round of burgers and fries sound good," the red haired boy answered, glancing at his friend beside him who nodded in agreement. Betty nodded, offering her cheerful smile before turning and making her way back towards the kitchen only for an arm to shoot out and grab her waist. One of the college boys sitting on the edge tugged her until she was sitting in his lap and loud laughter echoed around the diner. Every muscle in Betty's body tensed, her apple green eyes widening from the action. Before the frat boys could say anything though, Betty's vision was filled with the familiar sight of raven locks and fiery red curls.

"Hey Asshole, take your slimy hands off my girl before me and Cherry Bomb here shows you what the meaning of keep your hands to yourself actually implies," Veronica's confident voice boomed across the quiet diner, drawing the attention of the three Serpents who were discussing just what to do about the four frat boys.

Jughead didn't know what it was about the blonde waitress, but since the first night she had served Toni, Archie and him, he couldn't help coming back and sitting in her section. He always insisted on coming later, when the diner was less crowded so he could keep an eye on the blonde. Something about her called to his protective instincts the same way his younger sister did. She looked fragile, like she needed to be protected and he couldn't fight those instincts. Toni always sat against the wall, keeping an eye on her for him and tonight, he was grateful that she did.

"That mother fucker. He just grabbed her ass," Toni hissed, her amber eyes narrowing and it took everything in Jughead to remain seated, clenching his fists as he resisted the urge to pound the frat boy's face in.

"What?" the one word was practically growled causing Archie to glance at him from the corner of his eye.

"She stepped away from him. She looks uncomfortable Jug," Toni stated, her berry painted lips pulled down in a frown before schooling her features. Jughead knew that meant the blonde beauty was making her way towards them. Jughead quirked a questioning eyebrow, a smirk dancing on his lips as Toni narrowed her eyes to slits. He could hear Archie's nearly inaudible sigh.

The three were holding a silent conversation, one that only friends who were familiar with each other could have with looks alone.

"Do you guys need a refill? Another round of burgers? Some milkshakes?" the blonde beauty's soft voice broke them from the silent conversation, each turning their eyes towards her.

"A strawberry milkshake sounds pretty good," Toni answered, her lips curving upwards as she looked at the waitress that caught her friend's attention. Jughead watched her blonde ponytail bob as she nodded slightly before turning her apple green eyes to him and Archie. He met her gaze, a smirk curling his lips as he took in her features. Her eyes were big, lips a pretty pink, and her hair was perfectly done in a tight ponytail with no loose strands. Unlike the other waitresses, the uniform actually flattered her, and Jughead vaguely heard Archie reply to her about burgers and fries. He could only nod his agreement before looking away. She nodded her head slightly before turning on her heel and making her way towards the kitchen to place the order. However before she could get any further, an arm shot out and Jughead nearly saw red as he witnessed one of the college frat boys tug her on to his lap.

The three Serpents noticed the way her entire body tensed, and Jughead growled pushing Archie out of the booth so he could attack the idiot for touching her. However before he could move, a trio entered the diner. Three sets of eyes landed on the scene and Jughead watched as the raven haired girl stomped in a pair of expensive looking heels towards the booth the four frat boys were seated in. Her fists were clenched at her sides and her chocolate brown eyes were narrowed to slits. Her burgundy painted lips were curled in a snarl and Jughead noted just how protective the petite latina was of his blonde.

"Hey Asshole, take your slimy hands off my girl before me and Cherry Bomb here shows you what the meaning of keep your hands to yourself implies," she practically snarled. That was when Jughead noticed fiery red curls standing beside the brunette. She was slightly taller than both the brunette and his blonde, however the look on her face was what caused him to pause. Red's eyes promised death if they didn't unhand her friend.

Jughead, Archie, and Toni all watched as the boy holding their favorite waitress quickly removed his hands, allowing her to jump to her feet and wrap her hands around the petite latina who hugged her back just as fiercely.

"Here's a suggestion boys, pay your bill, tip your waitress, generously, because she seriously didn't need to be manhandled by you neanderthals, and leave before I call my father, who happens to be the town's Sheriff. I'm sure Betty here has enough witnesses here to press charges for sexual harassment," The only boy among the group of girls commented brightly, but Jughead could hear the underlying threat. He wasn't playing. Each of the frat boys pulled out enough cash to cover their bill plus a nice tip before rushing from the diner. Toni nodded her head towards their booth, a silent indication that the situation had been defused and they should each take their seats once more.

"How is it, you always end up with the assholes in your section while Cassie gets the families," Veronica commented with narrowed eyes as Betty placed the order of three milkshakes in front of her friends. She could only shrug her shoulders, tucking her tray under her arm.

"Maybe I have abuse me tattooed across my forehead," was all she said before Pop rang the bell, alerting her the order for the Serpent's were ready. She offered her three friends a soft smile before pivoting on her heel and loading up her tray once more and carrying the food to her three other customers.

"Are you okay Blondie?" the girl questioned after Betty set their orders down. She could only smile at the casual nickname before nodding her head.

"Trust me, if they hadn't of listened to V and Cheryl, they would have regretted it," Betty replied easily, shrugging her shoulders before turning.

"Let me know if you guys need anything else," she tossed over her shoulder before making her way towards the kitchen. She knew she needed to take out the trash before closing, but it was one of the chores she hated. Exhaling a sigh, Betty easily tugged the black trash bag from the can, tying it before dragging it out the back door towards the dumpster in the alley.

"You're short," a rough voice caught Betty by surprise, every muscle in her body tensing as she dropped the trash bag.

"I can get you the rest by the end of the week," a voice Betty recognized stated, nearly pleading. Quickly she clapped both of her hands over her mouth as she dropped into a crouch on the other side of the dumpster. A cold laugh reached her ears as she closed her eyes, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she realized just what was happening.

"Funny Jason. You know the Boss gave you a deadline. You had until tonight. Time's up," the voice was cold, nearly emotionless. Betty's shoulders shook with silent sobs as she listened to the exchanged. A loud crack echoed in the quiet of the night, and Betty couldn't stop the shriek that escaped her lips before someone was standing in front of her.

"Shit, Joaquin. We've got a problem," the man in front of her was tall with broad shoulders. Betty met the cold eyes that were watching her carefully.

"Grab her. We'll take her back to the boss. He can decide what to do with her," the man he spoke was shorter, leaner than his counterpart, and Betty couldn't stop the tears rolling down her cheeks as the bigger man grabbed a hold of her biceps and tugged her up.

"Let's go Blondie. Boss man ain't going to be happy about this," he mumbled the last part, leading her to a beat up old Nissan Sentra. That was the last thing Betty remembered before her world went black.

A/N: That is the first chapter. I'm not entirely sure if I like it. If it bugs me to much I might rewrite it. However, that is the start for my new fic. Hope you enjoyed. Feel free to let me know what you thought.