Post by Sephora Taryn on Dec 20, 2010 20:17:23 GMT -5
Okays so this is a short story that I started and plan on finishing...Reesa says she loves it lol i think ish bad..lemme know what you think!!
I knew what I needed. Hell, I always needed the same thing; there just wasn’t much that I could do about it. This cold October night was doing nothing for my chills…it was doing nothing for the cold that brewing inside me. I shook my head as I walked down the dimly lit street that I had come to notice lately. I walked down this street so much that it was beginning to feel homey...I was beginning to be able to walk down it with my eyes closed and sometimes...I needed that.
Like right now for instance, my arms were wrapped tightly around myself squeezing my leather jacket making it feel like it was being suffocated by them. The chocolate that was my hair was cascading down past my shoulders slightly and my high heels were clicking. My eyes were closed. I was trying to fight off the chill.
I was trying to fight off the need.
Too bad for me it wasn’t working, nope not at all. It was okay though, I would get what I needed soon...at least I hoped so. It had been almost a week since I had been at the club. Almost a week since I had last gotten what I needed. It wasn’t my fault though…they had found me again…They found me and they kept me in one of their cells. But I was out now, I broke free. I escaped. This was how it always happened. Always, no matter what...They found me…I have come to terms with it and I deal with it. The best way I can, which is why I needed to get to the club as fast as possible.
I rounded the corner onto a street that was much more active. From Couples walking cutely hand in hand to street punks standing on corners trying desperately to look like they were hot shit, all was out over here. All were out because most of them were headed towards the red and black neon sign that was down the block but I could already see. Most of them were headed to Dark Kiss. Dark Kiss was the club that I went to almost every night. Dark kiss had what I needed. There were always at least three hundred people waiting outside of here, always dying to get in. Very few got in, maybe one hundred and fifty out of all of them that showed. The regulars always got let in first because they were usually the V.I.P.’s, which meant no line. This was something I loved about being a regular, I could get what I needed, and I could get my fix faster than anyone else.
I walked over to the line that was now past the block over and looked down at the concrete, I took my arms from around me and stuck my hands in my pockets as I approached the steel door where Benn y the bouncer was standing looking tough and like not he was going to let anyone even smell the door let alone in it. I needed to not look so shaky and frail. Not like I needed this so much, when I really did. I smoothed by hair behind my ears and looked up at Benny hoping that my blue eyes gave nothing away.
Benny didn’t seem fazed. “Celle, haven’t see you in a while” he said in his big gravel like voice, that was the only way you could tell that Benny was feeling anything. He seemed like he was actually happy to see me. I had to go with it.
“Yea well, what can I say Benny I took a little vacation. I’m back and ready to go though.” I said with a little bit of a laugh.
Benny nodded with a small smile that someone who didn’t know him probably wouldn’t be able to notice and pulled open the steel door, letting out all the blasting music, so I could go in. I waved to him with a small smile and I walked in breathing the air of the club. It smelled like sweat and Sex, but I felt more at home here then I did anywhere else. Now that I was here I could relax.
Sorry about all the mystery, I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Celle and I probably lead the most complicated life out of any person that you know. I could sit here and regale you with all the sordid details of my past, all of the hardships or things I have had to deal with. I think you would figure that out on your own time though. Careful though, for this tale is not for the faint of heart.
I moved through the sea of throbbing bodies effortlessly, knowing the way I needed to go. Strobe lights were flashing all around the dance floor illuminating pumping fists and gyrating bodies as they did. Red Lights, Blue lights, Dark lights. All of them gliding to the beat and making the people feel like they were in another place. Like all of their day worried could be washed away here. That was part of what Dark Kiss was about anyway. It was the most happening dance club in the city, for more reasons than one.
Actually the next reason was of course, why I was here. I felt at ease as I pushed through more people getting towards a black door in the corner. Then again, I also felt guilty. That of course I would get too later. There was another guy standing in front of this door and he was big and bulky like Benny was but I didn’t know his name and had never cared to ask. Every time I came in here I was too antsy to ask and when I left…well I was way too out of it to be thinking about any ones name. I could barely remember my own.
I walked over to the guy and he immediately recognized me opening the door into pitch blackness. I felt my stomach flip with guilt, did I really come here so often that he knew me? I didn’t have time to think about it. I just walked in and he shut the door behind me.
Quiet. Serious quiet, this part of the club was sound proofed off of from the rest of the club. No dancers here, no…something else.
As my vision cleared from not being used to the dark, I looked at the black stairs taking a deep breath. I jumped up each step leaving behind my guilt and just thinking about what I needed. There was no sound as I walked up those steps and it made me nervous even thought it was this way most of the time.
When I got to the top of the steps my eyes roved over the several ornate looking black doors going around the staircase in a rectangle. There were no guards outside any of these doors. Anyone who had gotten past the first door obviously belonged up here…
I walked past the first two doors and walked over to the third. This was my door. My palms were slick with sweat because I was nervous. I hadn’t been here in three weeks…what if he didn’t want to see me? What if he cast me out, throwing me from the club because he had figured out what I was?
I shook my head placing my damp hand on the door knob. There was only one way to find out if he knew. If he hated me, I pushed the door open and was immediately immersed in heat as I closed the door behind me.
The fire place at the end of the room was roaring with no gate in front of it, my boots made no sounds on the plush red carpet as I moved forward into the room taking a seat on the black leather couch there. I looked around feeling warm, heat rising to my face and I pulled off my jacket. He wasn’t here. Usually when I came here he was right here waiting for me…but he wasn’t. I was beginning to get a tad nervous, but I sat there and waited. He would come.
It seemed like I had been sitting there for awhile before the door handle turned and I perked up immediately flipping my hair to one side…only to be disappointed.
A man stepped through, He had short blond hair that hung over in front of his face, and his eyes were a light green. He was wearing a black short sleeved muscle tee and blue denim jeans. He was attractive sure, but he was plain and boring to me. He wasn’t Tristan. Normally I wouldn’t say anything but my disappointment was too great.
“You’re not Tristan” I said quietly.
He looked up at me then shutting the door behind him, as if he hadn’t even noticed I was there then he just smirked and said “No...I’m not”
I sighed shifted uncomfortably on the couch “Well…Where is he?”
He shrugged coming in and sitting down on the couch next to me, and I shifted away a bit. I was hurt. Maybe he did know about me… but then…Why would this guy be here?
“He told me to take his spot tonight…I’m Eric…you wanna do this or not?” he said with a bit of a smirk and a shrug, it was clear to me that he didn’t really care about whether we did this or not but I was upset…
I sat there looking down at the carpet so hard that my vision was blurring and all I was seeing was muddled red. He had told him to take his spot? He knew I was coming. He had to have known, he always knew. Always, so that must have meant that he didn’t want to see me? I thought that I was going to pass out I was beginning to get lightheaded…
“Hey you alright?” he asked bringing me out of the cloud of my thoughts. He didn’t actually sound too concerned about it. He just wanted to know if he was getting what he wanted. Hell. At that moment I wasn’t sure if he was…I needed this. I was shaking all over because I needed it; the only problem was that there was one person I wanted it from. He wasn’t it. I sighed…
“Yeah…I’m ready” I said slowly. I was…as ready as I was going to be. I moved over on the couch closer to him now, little butterflies were flurrying around in my stomach but it wasn’t because I was attracted to him. This always happened to me right before this. He smiled moving closer to me as well and he placed one hand on my thigh and I closed my eyes and ignored it. My mind was screaming that it wasn’t Tristan but I ignored it, Tristan didn’t want to come here tonight. Tristan knew something was up. I shook the thought from my head as Eric kissed up my neck and I wrapped my arms around him just to make it easier.
He continued kissing up there and I felt slight shivers go through that side of my body and I screamed when the fangs sunk in my skin. My scream dulled almost immediately, becoming just a moan of pleasure and my fingers dug into his shoulders, I could hear him moaning as well and I pushed closer to him, wanting more and more. I wanted him to drain my blood, I didn’t care about it. This was what happened every time. I lose myself in the bite. This was my secret…I was a blood whore…an accidental blood whore but we could get into that later…I had finally got what I needed, when he was done I knew there was a smile on face, one of those smug high smiles. I felt him lay me back against the couch and I giggled as he did. I was on a cloud and the last thing I remember was the distant crackling of the fire as I passed out on that cloud of pleasure and bliss.
I knew what I needed. Hell, I always needed the same thing; there just wasn’t much that I could do about it. This cold October night was doing nothing for my chills…it was doing nothing for the cold that brewing inside me. I shook my head as I walked down the dimly lit street that I had come to notice lately. I walked down this street so much that it was beginning to feel homey...I was beginning to be able to walk down it with my eyes closed and sometimes...I needed that.
Like right now for instance, my arms were wrapped tightly around myself squeezing my leather jacket making it feel like it was being suffocated by them. The chocolate that was my hair was cascading down past my shoulders slightly and my high heels were clicking. My eyes were closed. I was trying to fight off the chill.
I was trying to fight off the need.
Too bad for me it wasn’t working, nope not at all. It was okay though, I would get what I needed soon...at least I hoped so. It had been almost a week since I had been at the club. Almost a week since I had last gotten what I needed. It wasn’t my fault though…they had found me again…They found me and they kept me in one of their cells. But I was out now, I broke free. I escaped. This was how it always happened. Always, no matter what...They found me…I have come to terms with it and I deal with it. The best way I can, which is why I needed to get to the club as fast as possible.
I rounded the corner onto a street that was much more active. From Couples walking cutely hand in hand to street punks standing on corners trying desperately to look like they were hot shit, all was out over here. All were out because most of them were headed towards the red and black neon sign that was down the block but I could already see. Most of them were headed to Dark Kiss. Dark Kiss was the club that I went to almost every night. Dark kiss had what I needed. There were always at least three hundred people waiting outside of here, always dying to get in. Very few got in, maybe one hundred and fifty out of all of them that showed. The regulars always got let in first because they were usually the V.I.P.’s, which meant no line. This was something I loved about being a regular, I could get what I needed, and I could get my fix faster than anyone else.
I walked over to the line that was now past the block over and looked down at the concrete, I took my arms from around me and stuck my hands in my pockets as I approached the steel door where Benn y the bouncer was standing looking tough and like not he was going to let anyone even smell the door let alone in it. I needed to not look so shaky and frail. Not like I needed this so much, when I really did. I smoothed by hair behind my ears and looked up at Benny hoping that my blue eyes gave nothing away.
Benny didn’t seem fazed. “Celle, haven’t see you in a while” he said in his big gravel like voice, that was the only way you could tell that Benny was feeling anything. He seemed like he was actually happy to see me. I had to go with it.
“Yea well, what can I say Benny I took a little vacation. I’m back and ready to go though.” I said with a little bit of a laugh.
Benny nodded with a small smile that someone who didn’t know him probably wouldn’t be able to notice and pulled open the steel door, letting out all the blasting music, so I could go in. I waved to him with a small smile and I walked in breathing the air of the club. It smelled like sweat and Sex, but I felt more at home here then I did anywhere else. Now that I was here I could relax.
Sorry about all the mystery, I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Celle and I probably lead the most complicated life out of any person that you know. I could sit here and regale you with all the sordid details of my past, all of the hardships or things I have had to deal with. I think you would figure that out on your own time though. Careful though, for this tale is not for the faint of heart.
I moved through the sea of throbbing bodies effortlessly, knowing the way I needed to go. Strobe lights were flashing all around the dance floor illuminating pumping fists and gyrating bodies as they did. Red Lights, Blue lights, Dark lights. All of them gliding to the beat and making the people feel like they were in another place. Like all of their day worried could be washed away here. That was part of what Dark Kiss was about anyway. It was the most happening dance club in the city, for more reasons than one.
Actually the next reason was of course, why I was here. I felt at ease as I pushed through more people getting towards a black door in the corner. Then again, I also felt guilty. That of course I would get too later. There was another guy standing in front of this door and he was big and bulky like Benny was but I didn’t know his name and had never cared to ask. Every time I came in here I was too antsy to ask and when I left…well I was way too out of it to be thinking about any ones name. I could barely remember my own.
I walked over to the guy and he immediately recognized me opening the door into pitch blackness. I felt my stomach flip with guilt, did I really come here so often that he knew me? I didn’t have time to think about it. I just walked in and he shut the door behind me.
Quiet. Serious quiet, this part of the club was sound proofed off of from the rest of the club. No dancers here, no…something else.
As my vision cleared from not being used to the dark, I looked at the black stairs taking a deep breath. I jumped up each step leaving behind my guilt and just thinking about what I needed. There was no sound as I walked up those steps and it made me nervous even thought it was this way most of the time.
When I got to the top of the steps my eyes roved over the several ornate looking black doors going around the staircase in a rectangle. There were no guards outside any of these doors. Anyone who had gotten past the first door obviously belonged up here…
I walked past the first two doors and walked over to the third. This was my door. My palms were slick with sweat because I was nervous. I hadn’t been here in three weeks…what if he didn’t want to see me? What if he cast me out, throwing me from the club because he had figured out what I was?
I shook my head placing my damp hand on the door knob. There was only one way to find out if he knew. If he hated me, I pushed the door open and was immediately immersed in heat as I closed the door behind me.
The fire place at the end of the room was roaring with no gate in front of it, my boots made no sounds on the plush red carpet as I moved forward into the room taking a seat on the black leather couch there. I looked around feeling warm, heat rising to my face and I pulled off my jacket. He wasn’t here. Usually when I came here he was right here waiting for me…but he wasn’t. I was beginning to get a tad nervous, but I sat there and waited. He would come.
It seemed like I had been sitting there for awhile before the door handle turned and I perked up immediately flipping my hair to one side…only to be disappointed.
A man stepped through, He had short blond hair that hung over in front of his face, and his eyes were a light green. He was wearing a black short sleeved muscle tee and blue denim jeans. He was attractive sure, but he was plain and boring to me. He wasn’t Tristan. Normally I wouldn’t say anything but my disappointment was too great.
“You’re not Tristan” I said quietly.
He looked up at me then shutting the door behind him, as if he hadn’t even noticed I was there then he just smirked and said “No...I’m not”
I sighed shifted uncomfortably on the couch “Well…Where is he?”
He shrugged coming in and sitting down on the couch next to me, and I shifted away a bit. I was hurt. Maybe he did know about me… but then…Why would this guy be here?
“He told me to take his spot tonight…I’m Eric…you wanna do this or not?” he said with a bit of a smirk and a shrug, it was clear to me that he didn’t really care about whether we did this or not but I was upset…
I sat there looking down at the carpet so hard that my vision was blurring and all I was seeing was muddled red. He had told him to take his spot? He knew I was coming. He had to have known, he always knew. Always, so that must have meant that he didn’t want to see me? I thought that I was going to pass out I was beginning to get lightheaded…
“Hey you alright?” he asked bringing me out of the cloud of my thoughts. He didn’t actually sound too concerned about it. He just wanted to know if he was getting what he wanted. Hell. At that moment I wasn’t sure if he was…I needed this. I was shaking all over because I needed it; the only problem was that there was one person I wanted it from. He wasn’t it. I sighed…
“Yeah…I’m ready” I said slowly. I was…as ready as I was going to be. I moved over on the couch closer to him now, little butterflies were flurrying around in my stomach but it wasn’t because I was attracted to him. This always happened to me right before this. He smiled moving closer to me as well and he placed one hand on my thigh and I closed my eyes and ignored it. My mind was screaming that it wasn’t Tristan but I ignored it, Tristan didn’t want to come here tonight. Tristan knew something was up. I shook the thought from my head as Eric kissed up my neck and I wrapped my arms around him just to make it easier.
He continued kissing up there and I felt slight shivers go through that side of my body and I screamed when the fangs sunk in my skin. My scream dulled almost immediately, becoming just a moan of pleasure and my fingers dug into his shoulders, I could hear him moaning as well and I pushed closer to him, wanting more and more. I wanted him to drain my blood, I didn’t care about it. This was what happened every time. I lose myself in the bite. This was my secret…I was a blood whore…an accidental blood whore but we could get into that later…I had finally got what I needed, when he was done I knew there was a smile on face, one of those smug high smiles. I felt him lay me back against the couch and I giggled as he did. I was on a cloud and the last thing I remember was the distant crackling of the fire as I passed out on that cloud of pleasure and bliss.