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Okay, so I've been toying with this vampire story for years now.. I just want to get it out of my system. I just found something I typed up a while ago. I'm surprised how much I like it. Tell me what you think?
I was under the bar, looking for a glass or something, when he walked in. What I noticed first was the absence of thought--everyone was thinking about him but I couldn't hear his mind at all. Then I sensed the power. And by the time I stood up he was across the bar in front of me. A big black man with his hair in tons of tiny braids and tied back into a ponytail. He was beautiful and something about him pulled at me. I could feel him appraising me--short, slim redhead who compared to him probably glowed in the dark.
"Hey, Red," he said softly. "Whatcha got?"
"What do you need?" I replied, not understanding why.
He reached out and placed his big hand on my cheek. The connection crackled between us, and suddenly I understood. "I'll wait," he said, and took a seat.
I worked for the next few hours always feeling him watching me. I could hear the other customers wanting and hating and not being able to forget him. And I burned. I wanted him. The next night's moon and the power of his presence made me want to run outside and howl.
His name was Jake and we walked back to my house together. I didn't know what to ask him first. "Was it a coincidence, you coming in tonight?"
"I'm not sure, Red. It could have been. Maybe not. You ever done this before?"
"Not with someone like you--us--, no. I don't get it. I've never..."
"Burned so hot before?" Jake grinned at my expression. "No, I'm not bragging. I just know. It's different with us. The daylighters--the food--you won't get off with them."
"What are you talking about?" We had turned onto my street. Despite the weird turn of our conversation I was aching to take off my clothes.
"There's only one way you can meet your match, Red, and that's with someone like you. I don't know what it is, chemicals, the change... but it's the truth."
On the front porch now, fumbling with my keys. "I find that hard to believe." Into the living room.
Jake grabbed my arm and turned me towards him. "You want me to leave then, Red?"
I put my arms around his neck. Reaching way up. "No."
"You afraid I'll break you?"
I laughed, showing him the sharpness of my teeth, the danger in my eyes. We kissed then, our bodies pressed together and where the hell did I leave the bedroom? Clothes flew off and some were shredded in the process but we agreed we would deal with that later and the salt of his skin and his hands on me and I laughed again, feeling the burn. He slid into me and the rhythm just happened and as we both got closer we began to hold on more tightly and as I felt the quickening, felt the echo in him, we sank our teeth into each other's neck and held on.
I was under the bar, looking for a glass or something, when he walked in. What I noticed first was the absence of thought--everyone was thinking about him but I couldn't hear his mind at all. Then I sensed the power. And by the time I stood up he was across the bar in front of me. A big black man with his hair in tons of tiny braids and tied back into a ponytail. He was beautiful and something about him pulled at me. I could feel him appraising me--short, slim redhead who compared to him probably glowed in the dark.
"Hey, Red," he said softly. "Whatcha got?"
"What do you need?" I replied, not understanding why.
He reached out and placed his big hand on my cheek. The connection crackled between us, and suddenly I understood. "I'll wait," he said, and took a seat.
I worked for the next few hours always feeling him watching me. I could hear the other customers wanting and hating and not being able to forget him. And I burned. I wanted him. The next night's moon and the power of his presence made me want to run outside and howl.
His name was Jake and we walked back to my house together. I didn't know what to ask him first. "Was it a coincidence, you coming in tonight?"
"I'm not sure, Red. It could have been. Maybe not. You ever done this before?"
"Not with someone like you--us--, no. I don't get it. I've never..."
"Burned so hot before?" Jake grinned at my expression. "No, I'm not bragging. I just know. It's different with us. The daylighters--the food--you won't get off with them."
"What are you talking about?" We had turned onto my street. Despite the weird turn of our conversation I was aching to take off my clothes.
"There's only one way you can meet your match, Red, and that's with someone like you. I don't know what it is, chemicals, the change... but it's the truth."
On the front porch now, fumbling with my keys. "I find that hard to believe." Into the living room.
Jake grabbed my arm and turned me towards him. "You want me to leave then, Red?"
I put my arms around his neck. Reaching way up. "No."
"You afraid I'll break you?"
I laughed, showing him the sharpness of my teeth, the danger in my eyes. We kissed then, our bodies pressed together and where the hell did I leave the bedroom? Clothes flew off and some were shredded in the process but we agreed we would deal with that later and the salt of his skin and his hands on me and I laughed again, feeling the burn. He slid into me and the rhythm just happened and as we both got closer we began to hold on more tightly and as I felt the quickening, felt the echo in him, we sank our teeth into each other's neck and held on.
