Dancers

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FanFiction
- The Last Minute

Dancers

A/N:
Dave "Percy" Sledge, or Anna, do not belong to me. They belong
to Stephen Norrington, Palm Pictures, and the film "The Last Minute."
Feedback is much appreciated. Archiving with permission only. Contains
NC-17 rated material (non-consensual sex, violence, and drugs), so consider
yourself warned!

Anna
shivered in the damp night air as she walked the streets of Soho. She
didn't dare go back to the catacombs - she knew all she'd find were
rotting corpses... unless of course the police had gotten there first.
She clutched at her ragged coat, and walked on. Nearly all she could
think about was how she could get her next hit. The light seemed to
flicker, and she looked up.

The blue neon sign flickered again, then buzzed, returning to its previous
steady light. Valve. It seemed familiar, but she couldn't recall why.
The music pounded from within, a catchy techno beat vibrating the steel
doors. A couple stumbled out the doors, nearly knocking her to the ground.
The man pushed her aside, and she clutched at the wall. She looked up
at him, and he glared at her, then stumbled on. Something about his
look jolted her memory, reminding her of someone she once knew.

Billy.

The name reminded her of another - one more important. Garvey. He had
the gear. She trembled even further, her mind set on the craving. She
staggered round to the alleyway. There had to be a door somewhere. Billy
had told her that Garvey and his crew hung out at Valve, or at least,
that's what she could remember. She didn't have much money, and didn't
want to waste it on the cover charge, or a drink.

Light pooled in a small shimmer around a battered metal door tucked
into the brickwork. Anna reached for the knob, which turned slowly,
and with a lot of effort. She pulled, hoping that it would open. With
a groan, it did, revealing darkness. She paused for only a moment before
she moved in. The door shut behind her, leaving her in blackness. She
blinked, and slowly was able to see. At the end of a hallway, there
was a slight bluish glow. She walked towards it, her hands slowly relaxing
to her sides as she began to get warm.

The hallway opened onto the inside of Valve, next to a huge stainless
steel bar. Anna slipped into the crowd, dancing and gyrating. She wove
her way through the clutch of sweaty bodies, feeling somewhat conspicuous
in her tattered dark jacket and black trousers. She found her way to
the other side of the bar, and a discreet stairway. As she moved to
descend, a hand grabbed her arm in a vice-like grip.

"Where
you goin'?" a harsh, deep voice asked her. She turned, seeing a
thickly-built man in an apparently expensive suit.

"Need
to see Garvey," she said, trying to wrench her arm free. The man
smirked.

"One
of his playthings, are ya, girly?" he asked, rhetorically. "Well,
go on down then." He gave her a bit of a shove. She made her way
down the stairs, where an entirely different sort of music was playing.
It sounded old - something her parents might have played on their record
player when she was a kid. A man's voice, deep and rich, was singing.

...it's Witchcraft...

...and I've got no defense for it...

the heat is too intense for it...

what good would common sense for it do?...

If she'd felt out of place upstairs, here she definitely was. The clientele
was odd, that was the only way she could put it. She wouldn't have been
out of place if she'd stolen scrubs from the last clinic she'd been
in. Her eyes widened as she saw dentists chairs, and a bevy of rubber-clad
people in various states of undress.

"What
the fuck?" she murmured to herself. She couldn't bring herself
to move out from the stairway. She moved back into the half-darkness,
and sat with her knees pulled up to her chest. She listened to the voice
finish the tune, then start in on another equally soothing one. She
laid her head on her knees and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth
and the music. Soon, out of exhaustion, she dozed off.Percy and his
henchmen were some of the last to leave the club - Prosthesis - that
night. He snapped his fingers idly as he sang a tune under his breath.

"Was
a good crowd tonight, eh boss?" one of the henchmen remarked, interrupting
Percy's singing. "You sure were good too, boss. Is that a new song
you've been working on?" Percy clenched his fist and cast a withering
glare at the man, who looked at him in surprise.

"S-sorry
boss," he stuttered.

"Don't
interrupt me again," Percy growled, his icy blue eyes seeming to
cut down his henchman dramatically. The three of them walked towards
the stairs leading to Valve. Percy was the first one to notice the slight
figure slumped against the wall. He was angry that his henchmen hadn't
seen it, and knew that their oversight would have to be remedied.

"Derek!
Robert!" he barked. "I thought you two swept this place for
undesirables!" The pair looked stunned.

"But
we did boss," Derek replied. Percy gestured to the dark-clad figure.

"Apparently
not well enough," he said coolly. The two beefy men immediately
went over and lifted a dozy and startled Anna to her feet. She hung
limply between them until the fog cleared from her mind. Then, she was
frightened and panicked. She struggled for a moment, quite ineffective
against their bulk.

aligalign="left">"Well,
what have we here?" Percy drawled, coming closer. "You don't
look like the sort that should be here, little girl," he said.
Anna mustered up all of her courage.

"I
need to see Garvey," she said. She could feel the need for the
drugs coursing through her body, and she trembled.

"Garvey?
Well, he's not here. And neither should you be," Percy replied,
his eyes speculative.

"Garvey
gives me some gear," Anna explained tentatively. Percy smirked.

"I
see," he said. "Well my dear, perhaps you and I can come to a deal..." He let the suggestion hang in the air between them.
The look in his chill blue eyes was feral. She flinched.

"What
sort of deal?"

"Surely
you're old enough to know," Percy replied. He nodded to his goons,
who easily lifted and moved Anna along by the arms. He made his way
up the stairs, the three following him. They got out onto the wet street,
where a sedan with darkened windows was waiting. Percy opened the door
to the rear seat, and Anna was unceremoniously shoved in. Derek and
Robert got in the front, while Percy slipped into the back with Anna.

The car accelerated quickly, throwing Anna against the side door as
it took the next corner. Percy merely smiled at her obvious discomfort.

"Where
are we going?" she asked nervously, trying not to fidget.

"If
you're lucky," Percy said coldly, "it'll be some place that
you'll get some gear." The look in his eyes was chill, and Anna
moved as far away from him as she could, keeping quiet. It wouldn't
do to get him angrier than he already was.

"You
were one of 'Shanks' crew, weren't you?" he asked. She nodded warily,
remembering the massacre that had occurred in the catacombs. "Pity
I hadn't seen you then," he said. "Could've brought you into
my organization."

She scoffed inwardly at this, knowing that he would likely have killed
her, and left her body there to rot like he did to old 'Shanks. He sensed
rather than saw her doubtfulness, and moved swiftly to her side, his
hand reaching up easily, wrapping his fingers round her neck. She tried
to gasp, but she couldn't breathe at all. Her fingers clawed at his
hand, scratching his skin so that small spots of blood marked their
hands. His grip didn't slacken, and she found her vision growing suddenly
hazy and dark. The last thing she saw was his smirk as her vision faded
to black.

She
woke slowly, feeling her neck gently for bruises, of which there were
many. But, she was still alive, and she was glad for that. She didn't
know where she was - the room she was in was nearly bare, but for the
mattress she was on, and a lamp that rested on a battered old bedside
bureau. She heard footsteps in the hallway, then a muffled swearing
from someone outside her door. The door opened, squeaking a bit on its
rusted hinges. It was him, again.

"Learned
your lesson yet?" Percy said,a cruel-looking half-smile on his
face. The scar crossing his mouth made it seem ever more sinister. Anna
bit her lip, fighting against the urge to cower away from him. He moved
forward, wrapping his fingers tightly in her hair, and dragging her
towards him.

"You
know what to do, you little whore," he growled, forcing her to
her knees in front of him. With his free hand he maneuvered his trousers
open, and his hardening cock in front of her face. Anna tried not to
cringe, but a small shudder shook her. "Please me and you'll get
your gear... you don't want to know the consequences for not pleasing
me."

Anna took him into her mouth, closing her eyes against the humiliation.
Keep your mind on the gear, she thought to herself, even as she mechanically
pleasured him. She was relieved to hear a muffled groan escape him,
and knew that she was at least able to manage this. His fingers still
wrapped in her hair, he moved her head in time with his thrusts, nearly
making her gag. She braced her hands on his thighs to keep from overbalancing.
Almost without warning, he came in her mouth, with hardly a gasp. She
choked, being unready for the hot liquid that bathed her throat.

Percy shoved her away from him in disgust as she coughed, cleaning himself
with a silk handkerchief before tossing it to the floor. "That's
not the way to get yourself any gear," he sneered. He adjusted
his clothes, then left the room. She heard the key turn in the lock.