Annie's Bizarre Adventure Episode 1: Checkmate

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Confidence.  That was the only word that can describe this man at this moment.  Full to the brim with it, and never doubting himself.  He knew that he was going to be a hot shot, but there was always that one problem.

"Sir, if you can not fork over the money ta enter the club, then ya can't come in"

Money.  It always comes back to money.  Ever since Apollo's country fell apart, the thousands of Novoselic dollars he saved in his personal bank became worthless overnight, making him have to struggle along with the normal people.  However, if there was one thing that was going for him, he could persuade this large man to let him enter the club.

"Well sir, if I must be the one to inform you, I am a prince of a country.  My name is Apollo Liece, and I demand you to let me into this nightclub that Dawn told me about, or I swear to you that I will not spare you in my conquest of the world!"

The bouncer stared at the blonde haired, glasses wearing man for a couple seconds before letting out a sigh of contempt.  He would tilt his head to the right twice, which signaled two other bouncers from inside the club to assist him.  Being stubborn, Apollo tried to stand his ground, but the young man was eventually tossed to the curb by two burly men.

Angry, he would start walking away, in hopes of finding the god damn nightclub that Dawn told him about.  He had attempted to enter two other clubs but to no avail, as his vampiric roommate forgot to mention the specific name of the nightclub she fancied.  The only reason why he was going clubbing was cause Dawn was not interested in him at all in that way, and rather wanted to be friends with him.  She also wanted to hook him up with some hot dudes at this night club, which he kept telling her that he even though he does not mind men, he prefers women.  They are the more beautiful creatures after all.

After walking around Times Square once more, he would find another night club and this time he was not going to take no for an answer.  While waiting in line, Apollo would use his stand to summon a sing pawn right behind the bouncer.  The pawn, unseen by anyone else right now due to the nature of being outside of the club and no one around being able to see stands, reached into the bouncer's pants and grabbed the man's wallet.  It would fish out a couple of twenties, before throwing the wallet into the middle of Times Square.

The instant the wallet left the pawn's hand, Apollo would point and shout, "SIR, YOUR WALLET!"

The bouncer would shout in anger as he quite literally chased after his own wallet, leaving the people in the line to sneak into the club without being managed by said bouncer.  While entering the club, the pawn would hand Apollo sixty dollars worth of money before evaporating into nothingness.  Ah, the wonderful ability to own and control a stand.

After entering the club, Apollo would scan the club to see if it was the one Dawn was talking about, as she did say it was one of the most popular nightclubs in New York.  While he was not able to find Dawn, off in a particular section of the club he noticed something very particular.  It was the form of a woman who had red-orange locks of hair, who had a rockin' bod and was all alone through all the darkness, mist, and people.  She even had a foreboding sense of being unapproachable, as she was in a sectioned off area of the club and the beauty of her body was quite literally above everyone else's level.  However, such a woman was no match for Apollo, for he was royalty, and you can not get better than that.

The man wearing a drummer's jacket, white t-shirt bearing the Liece family symbol, pinstripe pants, and black boots would adjust his glasses as he would walk around a bouncer and sit right next to the orange haired lass, and say to her, "Well, is it just me, or have I found myself an ange-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the bouncer grabbed Apollo by the neck of his shirt and started dragging him away from the orange haired lass' booth, saying, "Madame, I apologize, I will kick out this ruffian at once."

"UNHAND ME YOU DOG," Apollo would shout at him, "YOU WILL NOT CALL ME A RUFFIAN!  I AM FUCKIN' ROYALTY!"

As Apollo was busy being manhandled by the bouncer, he would suddenly go quiet along with the bouncer when the red haired lady in the booth actually started talking.  She would be nice and meticulous with her words as she talked to the bouncer, thoroughly expressing her contempt for him in interrupting the only person who had the balls to approach her.  This woman had been waiting for anyone to come, and Apollo was apparently the guy.  Fantastic.

The way she moved was alluring, and her voice sounded as if it should belong to a goddess...  Wait, she was one because of her gorgeous face to accommodate her bangin' body.  Plus her fashion sense was on point, as she decided to wear colors that compliment her figure rather than the drab and overdone monochromatic or neutral color schemes, and the clothing was really good looking to boot as they shown off her perfect legs.

Then as she would go on to actually talk about how the bouncer pissed him off, Apollo started to get a smile on his face as he really approved of this cold demeanor that royalty need to adopt in order to be effective rulers.  It would then seem that she was about to attack the bouncer, but she would quickly grab Apollo and wrap her arm around his waist.  Seeing as how he had already scored the best woman in the club in seconds, he would proclaim her his by wrapping his own arm around him and grab her ass.  Not squeezing it, but just gently having his hand on it with just enough pressure to let her know that he was grabbing her in that way.

They would return to her private booth, to which Apollo would be sure to sit next to her so close that the two of them were touching by the sides.  He would lean in to try to kiss her on the neck, but stops himself and pulls back.  He did not know a thing about this woman, and letting a complete stranger into one's metaphorical castle is a surefire way of inviting real danger into one's life.  Sure she was basically his, but he should know her before going further in.

Keeping an arm wrapped around her, he would motion a nearby waiter to come on over.  He would then tell her, "Babe, I will get you anythin' you want.  Any drink you want, I will buy for you."  Soon the waiter would come on over, to which Apollo would tell him with a sense of superiority in his voice, "I will have myself a French 75 cocktail, and please get my friend anythin' she wants."

After waiting for the woman to order and the waiter to leave, the glasses wearing ex-prince would look into her golden eyes with her violet ones and ask her, "Well, I need to tell you that you are in the presence of the one and only Apollo Liece.  I am not from around here, and let me tell you that there is no one back where I am from that even comes close to you in beauty.  Now, before we move on, may I know the name of this angel in front of me?"

A little shocked that Annie did not want anything to drink, he could do nothing but smile as she caressed his face as she leaned in closer.  However, he did raise an eyebrow when she lifted her chin upward, feeling that she was already looking down upon him.  

Her words and manner of speaking reiterated this feeling as she would summarize the events that just occurred, trying to point out a contradiction in him approaching her normally as if he would do with any other woman.  Although Apollo was well versed in the manner of hitting on women, it was his royalty that gave him confidence in approaching a woman such as Annie, as her beauty really was leagues above the tramps back in Novoselic.

She would start laughing as she moved his palm away from her waist, while pulling his head into a hug on top of her bosom.  He would a little as she stroked her hand through his soft, luscious blonde and violet hair.  As his head rested on her, he would listen to her as she would try to psycho analyze him, labeling him as a kid that is eager to basically ready to slip on a pair of shoes.  He said nothing as he was calming himself down, while also noticing a couple odd things.  He could not feel her heart beat upon her cold skin, which was really odd.  

Then again, this section of the club was much colder than the rest of the club, and the music from the dance floor might be muffling out her own heart beat.  Plus her heart must have been calm as all hell, that is assuming from her attitude towards him.  She was not feeling excited from any romantic ideals with being with him, but rather was toying with him.  A notion that Apollo did not enjoy in the slightest, as she was getting the better of him.  Then again, he was not against with her playing with his hair, as it was something that she apparently liked.

It was when she would make fun of the fact that he was trying to be the dominant one in this encounter.  Before Apollo could react, she would get up out of her seat as she was going to demonstrate how to be dominant.  Continuing to look down at him, she would raise up her leg and plant it in the couch immediately to the right of Apollo, while splitting the ex-prince's own legs apart a little which caused him to sink in his seat a little.  As she did so, he would see a sight that he had not expected.  He saw the woman's panties from underneath her short skirt.  It took him everything to keep his own soldier at ease, but he would not stand being dominated over, as.

Moving his own right hand up to his chin, brushing his elbow against Annie's ankles, he would proceed to stroke an invisible beard on his chin.  He would say with a smile as he tilted his head as he gazed up at her, "So, this is how you be dominant over someone?  Well, that is if you were trying to dominate over just about any normal commoner.  But if you were trying to dominate someone in a sexual sense..."

With very quick movements, Apollo would move his right hand to grasp the bending joint of Annie's left leg.  While doing this, he would stand up and wrap his free arm around the Annie's upper torso, keeping his left hand's palm to support the center of Annie's back.  In the motion of standing up, he would lean into her with his entire body, leaning his upper body more than his lower body, so that he would push her body to lean backwards over the small coffee table of this booth.  He would stop as he would raise her leg, making her body almost completely parallel to the ground, her right leg excluded as it would still keep the ginger haired woman standing.  Apollo would stop his head, an inch shy of meeting Annie's own face, and would have the sliest grin on his face at the moment.

Keeping his face an inch above Annie's, he would say, "So Annie, would this be checkmate then?"

"Sir, your French 75 is ready."

Apollo would turn his gaze to the waiter who had placed the French 75 on the table, before promptly walking away as this was not a situation he was not going to be a part of.  Apollo would lift Annie up and lay her down on the couch, which would free his hands once more.  With his free right hand, he would pick up his French 75 and take a drink out of his lemon-garnished cocktail.  It had quite the taste, as he felt some of the alcohol already going through him.

Putting his glass down, he would walk to Annie's head and sit right next to it.  He would lift up her head and rest it on his thigh as he scooted closer to her.  Doing so, he would start twirling her hair through his fingers.  While doing so, he would start to say with a cool demeanor, while gazing down at her from above "So, with the way you were talking earlier, you were doing your damnedest to be isolated from everyone else.  You have your own corner of this club to yourself, you had a bouncer here to guard you, and you made no attempt to brin' people to you.  Now, I understand wantin' people who have the courage to approach someone such as yourself, but with the way you were actin' it seems like you are not a person that would frequent clubs all too often.  Plus, from the way you were puttin' up an effort in assertin' dominance over me, it seems that you would brin' people to you rather than wait for people to come to you.  So, why would you come to a club such as this one if you were not actively searchin' for some easy meat, as you definitely could get anyone with just your looks alone."

Apollo would listen to Annie and keep his eyes locked onto hers as she would ask if what he thought of her was so simple.  To be honest, he really thought she was not so simple, and he would open his mouth to iterate this fact.  However, before he could even get a sound out, he was cut off by this woman.  She would go on a long tangent in order to answer his question.  Basically she was interested in finding a challenge rather than finding easy prey to pick up as her mate.

She would stand up and sit on his lap, which was her way of trying to get back on top.  While she continued musing on how Apollo probably knew the answer of this, he would take another sip of his French 75, waiting for his chance to speak.  No matter what happened, be it her body pressing against his or her hands exploring his entire body, he would keep his eyes locked with hers.  However, he blinked when she decided to emphasize the point of saying 'you' by tapping him on the nose.  To which, he would slip out, "Well, what about me?"

She would explain exactly 'what' about him, as she would again question on how he would have the confidence in approaching and even trying to dominate a woman such as her.  She would even go as far as to say that he has a baby face, to which he would raise an eye brow and slip out, "Call it what you like, this face is the face of winners."

He would then pause as he would take two sips of his French 75, letting more of the alcohol take hold of him.  He still had sensibility about himself, but he was now more willing to go bold.  Apollo would smile smugly as he would explain his thought process, "The reason why I dominate over you is because of a pure and simple reason.  My blood is richer than yours, in that metaphorical sense of course.  I come from actual royalty in a far off country that everyone has forgotten now.  Sad thing it is, but them's the breaks.  In short, I was born superior compared to most people, and raised to go above and beyond that.  I think the mere fact that I am superior to everyone else is reason enough to approach others, no?"

Annie would then muse about how she felt close to him, yet so far away.  He would let out a chuckle, asking plain faced, "I have no idea what you mean by that, but I am truly feeling close to you.  I am so wanting to make you my queen, you have no ide-"

"POOOOOOLLYYYYYYYYY!"

Apollo cringed a little as he heard this voice shot out from behind him.  Suddenly, arms would wrap around him as someone would hop over the booth from behind Annie's and Apollo's, giving him a hug.  She was wearing nothing but a white bikini with pink cat decals, and dark blue pants, with pink panties just peaking out from her pants.  She had bright neon pink eyes which shown when compared to her pale skin and nearly white hair.  She would kiss the top of Apollo's head as she would ask with an alcohol riddled voice, "So, who da babe you wit?  She gonna go suck dat venom o' yos later tonigh?"

Sighing, he would turn to Annie and the Dawn back and forth, saying to the both of them, "Annie, meet Dawn...  The person who is currently letting me stay in her home until I can get myself a place.  Dawn, meet Annie, she is a confident woman who I may go home with..."

"Oooooooooh, you so fiiiine gurl, I may jus' steal you from little Polly he'e," She would say with a hiccup.  Despite her breath smelling like hard whiskey, there was a smell that only Annie would be able to smell...  It was the smell of blood, but not just a small amount of blood.  There was different scents of blood on her, which could only mean that she had the blood of different people that had at least seeped into her skin.

Dawn would grab Annie by the cheeks and squeeze them together while turning her gaze up to Dawn's.  Locking eyes, she would say in a voice that would be given to a puppy of sorts, "Now, don' ya break my Lolly-Polly.  He mah boy, ya know?"  She would let go of Annie as she would turn her gaze to Apollo, saying to him, "Don' forget to wear ya rubba, ya kno?"

She would go back to her booth before the bouncer saw her, and Apollo would sigh in embarrassment once she was out of view.  Staying silent for a while, he would stand up while helping Annie up, and then ask her nicely, "Since I don't want to deal with a drunk Dawn as much as you, would you mind if we take this show to your place?  We will be able to talk about much better topics there and the like, you know?

As Annie was dealing with Dawn, Apollo decided to finish off his French 75. He downed the rest of it in one gulp, before he would place fifteen dollars underneath the empty glass. Then he would offer an exit with Annie, to which she apparently accepted. However, the words she said struck a chord in him, as his own place was gone. Novoselic was gone. Although Apollo knew she did not mean to touch that chord in the slightest, his smirk faded for a couple seconds as he mourned the loss of his own country. That loss of confidence was not long though, as he put back on his proud face as he started to help the lovely Annie up to her feet.

Once on her feet, she would pull her into him and then lean up in an attempt to plant a kiss on his lips. Apollo was surprised at first, as he did not expect their relationship to even be that close. Sure he was trying to take her somewhere more secluded, but he did not expect a kiss until they knew each other a little more. However, he would quickly get into the kiss, keeping their lips pressed together until he felt her pull away, to which he followed suit.

She would hold him by the hand as she tried to lead him out of the club, to which was futile as Apollo himself would walk side by side with her. If anything, he was trying to stay equal with her as she was someone that he currently completely respected. Albeit she has a superiority complex, he had nowhere to complain as he was aware of some of his own shtick from time to time.

They were soon outside the bar, and Apollo would wave to the bouncer as they walked by him. The bouncer looked a little shocked, but was too busy with maintaining the line instead of having to deal with someone who went into the club without his permission. A larger smirk growing on Apollo's face, he would stick close to Annie as she started to hail a cab.

Soon enough a cab would arrive. Apollo, having proper manners practically hammered into his system, he opened the door to the cab to let Annie in first. She insisted that he hop in first, however, and he decided to comply. After making himself comfortable in the furthest portion of the cab to give Annie as much space as possible, the red head herself hopped on in and made her own self comfortable in the middle of Apollo's lap while giving the driver instructions on where to go.

He gave himself more room since Annie wanted to keep physical contact with him at all times, still having the same smirk on his face. As soon as the cab started moving, he shut the little window that separated them and the driver. Once doing so, he would go a bit solemn, his face calming down a little. Seeing as how he started to trust this woman, he felt like he could open up to her a bit.

With a heavy sigh, he would say with a calming smile, "Well, I do have to thank you for allowin' me to head to your place. I really would invite you to my place, as it was amazin', beautiful, servants everywhere to aid you. But... my country was annihilated years ago. My family has been hunted down and murdered by dirty priests who decided that it was god's will to fuckin' raid our very small, proud country in search for some blasted artifact of sorts. And I am now livin' here in the US, livin' with Dawn as she was the first to actually be nice to me. You were the second, which makes me really lucky and happy. And for that, I really do thank you."

He could only ever be himself when he was talking with someone one on one, with little chance of anyone hearing or seeing him being more like himself. Sure he was a cocky little shit, but was still a kid. He still lost his closest relatives, including his immediate Novoselic family. He never really grew up, but instead was taught to do many things except for grow up. He could command troops with a mighty fist, he can shoot rifles and sword fight with the best, he can dance and act all noble. But he still is growing up... And still dealing with the pain of losing everyone he could even call relatives, even if he did not like them that much.

He would proceed to attempt to give a hug to Annie, gently kissing the base of her neck.