She walked towards her safe haven, The Nooky Tavern. As she approached, the sounds of an unknown band playing at her 'haven' growing louder. She smiled, taking in the sound. She only came here once a month, as a break from everyday life. She arrived at the front of the b.ar, swung open the tinted glass door, and stepped into the lively armosphere of one of her most favorite places in the world. She walked up to her seat at the front, right by the ba.rtender, which was thankfully not taken. The bartender smiled upon seeing her sit down.
"Hey, Dyna! The usual?" He questioned in his usual friendly manner.
"Hey Nathan.. I think I'll get something different. One mar.garita, on the rocks, please," she replied with an equally cheery attitude.
"Alrighty, one margarita coming right up for the lovely lady," he chirped.
She watched as he made the drink, a slight smile hinting at her face. He served her drink, a wide smile on his face. He walked over to another customer. -cont. next comment-

She heard the door swing open, and turned her head towards the person entering. An unnaturally pale man had just walked in, and was stopped. He was surveying the crowd, and Dyna noticed that his eyes lingered on her slightly longer than the other people in the tavern. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie with black skinny jeans. His hair was messy and spiky, and a deep obsidian. His cold eyes were a stunning silver, and his perfect lips were downturned in a slight frown. He started moving again, and walked towards Dyna, those cold, glorious eyes focused on her. Her chest tightened, and she realized she had been staring. And checking him out. He sat down next to her, and she looked down to hide her blush.
"Hey," he said cooly.
She lifted her head to see him looking at her.
"Oh, u-uh, hi," she stuttered.
She mentally slapped herself, and thought about how utterly idi.otic she had sounded.
"I'm Fade," he spoke again, his cool, perfect voice giving her chills.

*He would be a great singer,* she thought to herself.
He chuckled quietly.
"I actually am pretty good," he mumbled.
"I'm sorry?" She questioned, eyebrows raised.
"I'm a pretty good singer," He spoke in a calm manner.
She sat there, stunned. *Can he... read thoughts?!* She questioned in her head.
"Yeah, I can. Nice to know you were checking me out, by the way," he spoke, his mouth curling up into a smirk.
"H-how..?" She shuddered, feeling like her personal space had been violated.
"Magic," he said, lifting his hands and wiggling his fingers, doing the "jazz hands."
She stood abruptly, and walked out briskly as Fade watched her leave.
As she passed a dark alleyway, a hand reached out and roughly grabbed her, pulling her into the alleyway, other hand around her mouth. She let out a heavily muffled scream. She squirmed and struggled to no avail. She heard a 'click-click,' and realized what the sound was as she saw metal glint in the moonlight.

"Money. Now," a rough and scratchy voice spoke up.
She struggled with much more enthusiasm, managing to break free and run a few steps, but not before hearing a loud 'BANG' and feeling a dizzying pain in her stomach. She fell forwards, stunned by pain. Blood seeped out, and her vision started to fail her. She heard two blo.od-curdlinf screams, coming from the attackers and passed out right after seeing Fade's face.

Pain. Searing pain. She looked around, seeing nothing but darkness... but the darkness seemed alive. It danced around to silent music in front of her eyes, and the only sounds were the occasional beep and voices. Suddenly, one voice rang out clear.
"You are one of us, my dear..." It spoke in an eerie, but perfect voice. It was familiar... It was... Fade.
She sat up abruptly in the hospital bed, looking around wildly. Upon first inspection, everything was normal. But as she looked around, everything seemed... off. No, it wasn't the surroundings that were off, it was HER that was off, she realized. She felt different. She heard whispers coming from all around her. She took another look around and realized that the doctor had come in, and was speaking to her. He had a faint glow around him, and as she looked around she realized she could see the outlines of other people in the hospital. She could sense them, in a way. She blinked a few times.

She looked back to the doctor, who had stopped speaking and was looking at her worriedly.
"...Say that again?" She said softly.
"As I said before... You made a remarkable recovery, and within an abnormally short amount of time, too, considering that you were shot. Anyways I have your discharge papers ready. You're free to leave at any time, Miss Kinslo," he droned on.
She blinked a few more times.
"Oh, okay. I'd... like to leave now, if that's alright," she nearly whispered.
The doctor nodded.
"Very well," he spoke, and walked out of the room.
She got up, starting to more different, if that was even possible. She lifted a trembling hand, and balled it into a fist. She focused on it, and black wisps of shadows started forming around it. She didn't get to gape at it for long before nearly jumping out of her skin as someone spoke.
"Enjoying yourself already, are we?" He chuckled.

I don't mind the criticism at all. Hell, I NEED it. I haven't written in quite some time, not like this anyways, so I'm really quite rusty. It's once in a blue moon that I feel like writing. But I can definitely agree with your points. I use those pronouns far more often than I should, and your other points are quite helpful as well. I'll try to be aware of this the next time I work on this story, which will be when I figure out where I was going with the plot.