Saviour

Disclaimer: I do not own the movie(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.


N/B The story was inspired by the lyrics of the 30 Seconds to Mars song, Savior.


Chapter 2



12 Years later



Scarlet took another pull on her beer. Leaning back on the couch, she relaxed into the comfort of the well worn material. Her eyes were fixed on Vince. His hand was tunnelling it’s way under another woman’s skirt. This was the third woman of the evening.



She’d been counting.



Each time, Vince had whispering something into the woman’s ear, gave her that dazzlingly sexy grin and they were putty in his hands - or more like slick on his dick. It was a wonder Ole Coyote didn’t have some kind of disease. A nasty disease that ate away at his dick.



Yeah, that ought to do it.



Sighing, Scarlet glanced around the room. Another Saturday night, another race, another party. Not that she was into the scene, but the Torreto’s were her friends. Her family.



Mia was giggling at something a guy had said. At twenty years old, Mia Torreto was one hot young women. All the men noticed, even if they didn’t do anything about it. One touch out of place and Dom would make sure they didn’t walk for weeks- that was usually enough to keep most assholes away. Thinking of Dom, her eyes scanned the room. He was necking in a corner with Letty. Dominic Torreto was just as beautiful as his sister, in a more manly sense of course. There was nothing pretty or feminine about Dom. From the top of his closely shaven head to the tip of his extremely sexy toes, Dom was pure man. Letty was his girl. She’d lived down the street, just like her, only once Letty hit sixteen, she’d grown into a beautiful woman - that seemed to be a recurring theme - and Dom had fallen hard.



Then there was Leon. He’d shown up one day two years ago with a guy called Jessie. They just slotted in perfectly. It took Dom a while to trust them, but once he did, they became family. Leon was a looker. Lither and more sinewy than Dom he was no less sexy. Jessie was cute. A little crazy but that was down to the ADD.



Finally there was Vince. Gorgeous, sexy, hot, masculine, tattooed Vince. The only guy who revved her motor. The only guy who had revved her motor since she was eight years old. She’d had dates with guys, hell, she’d even slept with a few of them, yet none of them came close to the hero worship she had for Vince - or the blinding lust she felt every damn time she looked his way.



Even now, with his hand up some chick’s skirt, with the disgust she felt at herself, she still wanted him.



She watched as he lit up a joint, took a long drag and handed it to the woman. She giggled and Scarlet ground her teeth together. She hated giggling women.



The parties were always the same - drinking, smoking, women. Dom was fine with the drinking and the occasional joint, anything more hardcore and he threw a hissy fit. Still, that didn’t stop the heroine or cocaine from sneaking into the house.



“Hey sexy momma, you want another beer?”



Scarlet beamed up at a grinning Leon and scooted over onto the arm of the couch. As Leon sank down she slid into his lap. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she inhaled his scent. Alcohol, the slight scent of sweat and musky cologne. It smelled like home.



“I’m a little tired actually. I think I might head home and get some shut eye.” He stroked her hair and she almost purred. There was nothing sexual between her and Leon.



Not now anyway.



“Want me to go over and beat the shit out of him?”

She chuckled at Leon’s comment. Only he knew of her extreme…obsession…with Vince.



“You’re okay. It wouldn’t do any good anyway.”



“Maybe. But it’d make me feel better. What, this is his third chick tonight? Man, that’s almost a record for him.” His hand travelled around to her stomach where he traced slow, soothing patterns.



Sighing heavily, she twined her fingers with Leon’s. “He’s fucked up, Leon. Really, really fucked up.”



“What makes you say that?”



“The drink, the drugs, the women.”



Leon snorted. “That could describe any one of us, baby girl.”



She thumped him on the arm gently, feigning indignation. “What did I tell you about calling me by that stupid name? Huh?”



It was Leon’s turn to nuzzle her neck. “Yeah, but you love it.”



As she laughed, a full throated hearty laugh, Vince looked in her direction. Their eyes met and for a second, just a fleeting moment in time, she swore she saw a hint of jealousy.



Pushing herself off from Leon’s lap, she stood and stretched. Her heart burned as Vince continued his sexual ministrations on the woman. They shared a blunt as well as booze. In a few minutes she knew where they would go - to Vince’s room. She would strip, he would watch and then he would fuck her, doggy style. Just the way he liked it.



“Scarlet…” Leon was tugging on her hand.



“I have to go, Leon.” She inclined her head and gave him a weak smile. “Now.”



“Why?”



“Because I wanna save him from himself.”



Leon shrugged. “Is that a bad thing?”



Her attention swung back to Vince. From the way the woman’s mouth hung open, her eyes closed and the slow, seductive movements of her body, she knew what magic Vince’s fingers were working. “It is when he doesn’t want to be saved.”



Moving toward the door she felt Leon’s presence behind her. “You don’t have to walk me home. I’m a big girl. It’s just a few houses down.” She smiled as she turned, patting his cheek. “I’ll be fine.”



Capturing her wrist, Leon brought her palm to his lips and pressed a tender kiss to the skin. “I know.” He gave her a thoughtful look. “He’s not like your Daddy, Scarlet. Same thing ain’t gonna happen to Vince as happened to him. We’ll make sure of it.”



Her father had gone to prison for dealing drugs and never came home. He’d been killed in prison a few months ago. No matter how much she’d tried, Scarlet hadn’t been able to save him either. She’d pleaded and begged, cried and argued, but still he’d refused to keep his hands to himself - even in jail. It had cost him his life.



Vince was heading on the same downward spiral. She wanted to be his saviour. But somehow she knew he didn’t want to be saved.