Sorry guys! I totally changed just a couple of details in part 1… cause I’m the author and I’ll do what I want. LOL but seriously. They were minor changes but obviously you are welcome to duck back and have a quick squiz… if you do and you can see what I changed, let me know… love you all, Amberley
The club was the same.
Bass beats thrummed through me to the pulse of the bodies on the dance floor.
Stinking of sex and alcohol.
I could hear, feel their hearts beating, pumping life-blood.
I could have danced…
A very long time ago, I may have.
Allowed myself to be swept away in the current of music and bodies.
But now, all the dance has left me.
There are no beats, no pulse in this body.
I simply stand in the shadows, unnoticed, unnoticeable, just the way I like it. The way I intended it.
But I didn’t have to wait long. Predators like him liked to get started early. More night for them to, for lack of a better word, play.
He stood close to a girl.
Girl – Chestnut brown hair like the last one.
Drunk as fuck, stumbling like an idiot.
Trusting, like a fool.
Sweat and glitter.
Perfume and lipstick, smearing.
I sniffed the air.
Under the sex and grog,
the sweat and the cigarettes,
the fear and the lust,
I could smell the little treat he had for her. Waiting to slip it into her drink.
I smiled. I liked it when I was avenging one and saving another.
She would need to pee eventually. Drunk girls pee a lot.
True to form, two songs later she was stumbling off toward the ladies room and I watched him
Floating above her drink
like it was nothing.
Fairy dust, sprinkled.
There was no remorse.
It hadn’t even been a week since he was let off for the last one.
Her corpse barely cold
Her blood barely dry
I had to work quickly but quick is something we specialize in. Through the doors to the ladies’ room swifter than any human could have seen.
I was no more than a breeze,
Movement at the corner of your eye.
The lavatory stunk. Like piss and shit and vomit. The real smell of death. The rotting comes later.
The girl, drunk and clumsy, did not notice me standing behind her. I could smell the trust, the alcohol flowing through her veins, straws in a cocktail. She stumbled into a stall and began pulling down her panties before she had even closed the door.
I sighed and turned to the mirror to look at my reflection.
Cheek bones, high.
Lips, like blood.
Skin so creamy you could feed it to a cat… if anyone looked twice at me (if I allowed them the chance) they would be able to see I was not human. I was nothing anyone remembered these days… I was…
The door slammed open and drunk girl stumbled out.
She sloppily washed her hands and glared at me, trying to make her eyes focus.
I turned to the girl and looked her over. I didn’t have to get her features right, not perfect. Just… enough.
I don’t feel my body change, it is more like a cloak I put on rather than my bones reforming, skin changing colour.
Drunkenness so clouded her vision, she didn’t even notice me change into her.
“Sleep,” I whispered as I held out my arms to capture her.
Don’t worry. It isn’t real magic. It is more of a suggestion which humans cannot help obey. And she would have been collected by one of my sisters by the end of the night.
We can smell each other too.
Girl safe on the floor, I was already out in the club. Pretending to stumble or more likely I was pretending to pretend I wasn’t drunk because no drunk girl acts like she is drunk.
He was waiting. Watching. The want was thick on him.
Empty belly and hands
Desperate for blood and pain
To feed off it…
I knew how he felt.
I took up the spiked drink and downed it in one shot.
“You wanna get out of here?” he asked with his holster lips, pistol tongue.