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smuttyaf · 5 years ago

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Southside Serpent

The teacher was going through the attendance, calling out every name and making sure everyone was available in class or wondering who is coming late. It was third period so no one was surprised if people fluttered in late, but no one expected Calum Hood to walk into class after he missed the many in September.

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The dry bread crunched underneath your teeth, as the feeling of the tasteless fried patty was unpleasantly warm and clammy in your mouth. Your face scrunched up at the bland chicken burger between your hands, which the café labeled as “Spicy” when it was just brittle and unappetizing. You placed the cardboard down on the metallic paper that you unraveled it from and sat back in the navy blue chair of the library, your fingertips grasping your ivory water bottle last minute to wash away the taste.

You sat alone and surrounded by books from different genres, from horror to facts, some with drawings and others with pages just filled with maps and locations. Your eyes gazed amongst the many brown pages, the hard covers and the flimsy paper ones, the view appealing to you as the different colours raging from neon to a burgundy were in your view.

You did not mind spending time in the library, it was quiet and rarely anyone ever came in here, unless to check on the computer about their popularity status or to fake study for their test. Other than that, no one came here out of pure enjoyment like what you did. You loved books, most of the librarians would joke around and say that you have read all of them; you would just your head at their teasing behavior and brush them off, because it certainly was not true.

You arrived at Riverdale High just a month ago and this was your safe heaven. It was sad to say that you did not have any friends, your only friends were the thirty year old librarians who let you eat and drink in the library because they knew the truth too, you were alone.

It is not like you have not been trying to make friends either, it is just difficult moving to a new school, in year eleven when everyone already has their friend group made up. What were you suppose to do? Barge in and make them your friend just because you’re new? It didn’t make sense to the librarians when you explained it to them, but it made sense to you. You did not want to harm any friendships that already existed since the beginning of the school year, which is just how you are. So you remained in the library, as the dust collected on the book shelves and the quiet hum of Sherry as she typed away on the computer.

Evil laughter erupted through the classroom speakers as the introduction of Thriller begin to sound throughout the room. You rolled your eyes at the corny implication that your English teacher did as you took your regular seat in the back of the classroom by the window were you can see the trees that cover themselves in orange, green, and red colour leaves.

You placed your binder, pencil case, and water bottle on the desk before pulling your seat out and taking your place. Your hands stretched and grasped your small black pencil case and unzipped it before placing it down and opening up your binder and flipping through your notes to get to a clean line sheet.

The class grew quiet as his feet shifted through the alignment of desks; his hair was a mess of loose curls, he wore sunglasses even though he was indoors, his clothes were still dark as usual and his personality still seemed like a mystery.

The smell of his cologne came crashing down on you as he took a seat next to you. Your body stiffened, your eyes bulging out of your head for minute realizing what has happened. You took a deep breath that you let out of your nose before piercing your pen to the line paper and beginning to write down the date.

“Is it that noticeable?” You hear the voice next to you whisper while leaning into you, your heart picking up. You let out a small cough, covering your mouth before speaking.

“I mean, you were gone for like a month?” You whisper back, your eyes meeting his gaze for bit. His chocolate eyes bore into yours; not even paying attention to the slides that presented themselves onto the screen. Your eyes tear away from his and let them float back onto the front of the class; your fingers begin to write.

“Oh come on, I was sick.” He excused himself; you shook your head and laughed a bit. Of course he was “sick”.

“Mhm, sure… Did you let the teachers know?” You spoke in hush voice.

“Ah fuck the teachers, the only thing they care about is their money,” He said, his fingers not even inching towards his wooden pencil and ruined notebook that sat upon his desk.

You hum ending the conversation so you could concentrate on what is going on. You did not want to miss anything, your grades were really important to you and you are not going to let a delinquent ruin it for you.

You brush off your beating heart and sweaty palms and concentrate. This was an absolute cliché; of course, one of the bad boys in your local town is seated next to the new girl, should you start making a Wattpad story with overly dramatized characteristics now. You let your eyes roll even at the thought of your preteen self living the life you wanted when you were thirteen years old, you nearly gag at the thought really.

In class, your teacher did a presentation about what the class will be reading in the next week as this would be the second book that your class has read altogether ever since the school year started, and it was only October.

The many people in your class were absolutely exhausted with the fact that it seemed that you were getting nonstop books, which was true but you did not mind it one bit. You loved it really, it made you spend more time focusing on your assignments and paying close attention to detail in everything that you did that left your updated report card making you pass with flying colours.

45 minutes past in your class room, your eyes peeling to look up at the clock; the class begins to pack up, the shuffling of chairs, pencil cases closing, and the sound of books stacking on top of each other before the closing sentence of your English teachers lips release to the class to have a nice day and do not forget the homework online.

Your heart picks up when you realize your preteen dream did not come true, you let a relieve sigh slip out of your nose as you stand from your chair and grab your books, your body leaving the classroom as you walk a few steps deeper into the hallway and go to your locker.

Your fingers circling around the knob of your lock and unlocking it, your arms putting your books into your locker before grabbing your art bag with your prize possessions so you can head to your next class.

“Jesus Christ, can you please help me,” You hear a voice exaggerate next you, and you think nothing of it, thinking it’s the person next you who is talking to their friend. So when you close your eyes and turn to head to your awaited destination you bump into a broad chest.

“So now you’re deaf and blind?” He questions and you immediately step back, your cheeks growing red as you let a scoff leave your lips.

“That’s not very nice to say,” You speak while looking up at him, his eyes rolling before landing onto your damaged paint splattered bag.

“You paint?” He says with surprise, his bottom lip caving into his mouth before letting his eyes trail away from the bag and back to yours.

“Uh, yeah,” You whisper before letting your gaze hit the ground, it’s quiet for a few moments as you hear the sound of his breath, lockers slamming shut and sneakers hitting against the ground.

“Listen I need your help… Sorry I never got your name,” He whispers back, your eyes still never the leaving the ground as you hear the chime of the bell telling everyone to head to class.

“Y/N,” You state letting your eyes peer back into his, your body backing away from his to get out of his personal space.

“So I need to head to class,” You continue, your hand peeling away from your side and point it towards the direction you should be heading in.

“Okay but I need you to help me,” He sighs, his brown orbs looking like puppy dog eyes.

“Help with what,” You say with exhaustion, the last thing you wanted to see yourself in was a part of this bad boy’s scene.

“Can I please get your notes, I need to study because this ass hat is making write two unit tests by the end of the week and I don’t know shit.” His body is slouching and his shoulders drop as his back curves in and his body slams against the lockers, peering at you dramatically.

“Everybody knows you don’t know shit,” You say, voice tasteless and strain as you look at him with a straight face.

“Thanks for that bit of encouragement.” He says while a half smile tugs at the ends of his lips as he shakes his head slightly.

“It’s the truth.” You state, your fingers rubbing against the stitches of denim in your jeans as you look at his lazy state. “Meet me back here by the end of the day and I’ll give you all my notes.” You say, your body beginning to rock on the balls of your heels as you feel your oversized cardigan brush against your clothed thighs.

“I need more then notes,” He sighs, voice annoyed as he looks at you, his eyes going back to the same one of a new born pup.

“Well that is all you’re going to get.” You say, eyebrows rose as you turn on your heels and beginning to walk to your class. Please, let this be a dream you thought to yourself at this stupid moment.

The pads of your fingertips brush against your cleansed face as you just finished rubbing your heavenly scented moisturizer into it. Your routine finally finished as you stepped away from your desk and fell onto your bed. Your head falling against your soft pillows as you let a sigh fall from your lips.

You let your feet dangle off your bed as you hear the usual chime from your phone, your upper body immediately flexing up and grasping it from your side and unlocking it, your fingers traveling to your messages to see an unknown number.

Hey

hi. who is this?

You forgot about me already

It’s Calum

how did you get my number?

I know people.

Your fingers dance around your phone screen as you suck in an eager breath. Who could he have possibly got your number from? You did not know anyone from this school nor have you made a friend. That causes a chill to run down your spine before finally coming together with message to write back.

did you need anything?

Yes actually. I was wondering if we could meet up to talk about your notes

why?

I just said why.

my notes has everything you need to know.

Anyways… so your place after school tomorrow? Great

calum i’m serious

What makes you think I’m not?

You leave the conversation there as you pull your phone away from your face and toss it back where it was before. You shook your head a bit, a smile stretching on your lips.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” You say, your hand holding open the door for Calum. His socked feet moved against the wooden floor boards that barely creaked under his steps, you watched as he shuffles deeper into your room, his fingers feeling over the end of your bed frame.

Four walls are painted with a rosy cream shade as your drawings and paintings covered every inch were your bed leaned against it; your desk was on the opposite side with even more art pieces on that wall, your plants were in the corner growing healthy as ever as the sun light shorn brightly through your room that your healing crystals that laid amongst your dresser made beautiful colours cast around your room. You had fairy lights loop through your bed frame and along the tapestry that was pinned to your ceiling, as well as led ones stripped to the bottom of your bed spread that was plain white with grey accents like your fluffy pillows and sheep felt blanket.

“Your room is neat,” Calum says while turning around to look at you, his teeth showing in his smile as he kept his gaze on you for a bit before wandering over to your drawings.

“I like this one,” He says, his body moving across your room and feeling over the art piece that had a head with flowers coming out of it while the face of the head had disoriented features.

“Thanks,” You say while placing your bag by the end of your bed, taking your books out and laying down.

“What does it mean, if you don’t mind me asking?” Calum continues his back never turning away as he still continues to take it in. You shrug your shoulders a bit while peeling your books open and sorting them on your bed.

“Well it kind of means how beautiful minds are in the saddest and insane people, I really shouldn’t say insane but…”

“I know what you mean,” Calum finishes for you before turning around with a straight face his eyes looking down at your state and the books on your bed. “Oh so we’re starting already? No refreshments, snacks?” He says while squinting his eyes making his way towards you.

“Shut up and sit down so we can get started because the last time I recalled you were the one who invited yourself to my house,” You say, your eyes looking at him with a pointed look and he lets a sigh leave his lips.

“You got me.” He huffs before plopping down on your bed swinging his bag from off his shoulders and peeling it open to grab his contents and beginning to start this studying process with you.

You knew the notes that you wrote out for yourself like the back of your hand, you knew everything that was going on in the course because you paid attention and tried extremely hard not to miss any days like the curly haired boy who sat next to you, listening to the words spewing out of your mouth explaining and breaking everything down that happened in the two units that he missed.

As you spoke to Calum you watched as his facial expression seem so captivated by how you spoke, how his eyelashes were lengthy, his lips so plump, with narrow tan cheeks but yet a rugged appeal. His curls came over his forehead, as his bushy eyebrows framed his brown orbs, and in that moment you really wanted to draw his face which extremely surprised you because you never done a self portrait before but his features are so extremely beautiful that you couldn’t help it cross your mind, you wanted to take a picture of him like this, in this moment to look over every feature and sketch it into your book and pin it on your wall.

“Hello?” Calum says, his hand waving in your face as a smile tore at your lips.

“Oh sorry,” You state, your cheeks growing red as you focus back onto the books in front of you.

“It’s fine, I need a break, this book sounded extremely boring,” Calum huffs as he repositions himself and straightens his back out on the bed, the smell of his cologne filling up your nostrils.

“I liked the book,” You say softly, your eyes tearing away from the hard cover and looking at Calum as he rolls his eyes.

“What did you like so much about it?” He speaks, his eyes flickering over your body as he lets his fingers grasp at his knees and take a deep breath.

“I like how she writes, it flows really well, and I like the plot, it’s a different yet a gross experience. If I’m being honest I did not like it at first, I thought it was a weird concept but then it started to grow on me and certain incidents made me want to put down the book but also wanting to figure out what happens next. It grew on me.” You say while closing the red book written by Margaret Atwood with thick brown pages that run smoothly over your finger tips.

“Snacks?” You say while climbing off of your bed and stretching your limps, your burgundy crop tank top lifting a bit as your knitted black mini skirt clings to your hips, your black cardigan feeling over your pantyhose thighs as you slip on your bunny slippers while peering at Calum.

“Yes please!” He says, a wide smile on his lips as his eyes beam, you shake your head for a moment before turning and leaving your room.

Your feet carried you to the kitchen were you made snacks for you and Calum. You cut up cubes of cheese and made a plate of crackers with fruits on the side, you also grasped two water bottles and juice boxes because you did not know what Calum was craving.

You didn’t know what this was, yes it was just a study session but honestly would anything change after this. Would you consider Calum a friend? Of course you wouldn’t because you knew what it was. It was just a moment so he can catch up what he missed, and after this he’ll probably miss another month of school and then come back to you and ask you once again if you would help him, and honestly you would. Calum was a nice guy; he was funny and sarcastically rude that you found him attractive in that sense, his hair was adorable and it seemed as if Calum’s chubby cheeks and wide smile were crafted by cherubs.

A part of you kind of wanted this moment to last forever, this was your first time ever talking and hanging with someone at Riverdale High. It felt nice finally to talk to someone, to share your opinion on what you thought about certain things and to also have someone in your presence, someone to talk to and joke around with even if it were just a moment of your life. After this things will go back to how it was before, lunch in the library and keeping your head down and doing art quietly in the back of your art class as Sales blasted through your headphones.

You walked back into your room and placed the refreshments on the bed and looked up at Calum as he was back on his feet and roaming around your room, looking art your drawings and letting his fingers slide against them.

“Please do not ruin any,” You say jokingly as you hop back onto your bed and pop a marble cheese cube in your mouth.

“They’re so engaging… I honestly haven’t seen any like this before,” He said, his eyes roaming amongst the many drawings with disoriented features, bulging or tired eyeballs, cheeks flush pink or red, even some of your drawings looking so morbid and almost scare as begging an onlooker to ask you what was going through your mind when you decided to make this art piece.

“Thank you,” You laugh lightly as you chew into the cheese as you grab your phone and go onto your social media.

“No really, these are so different… You’re really cool,” Calum says while turning and sitting down by the end of your feet, your eyes tearing away from your phone and looking at his lean body as he laid along your bed, his black shirt raising at his hips to show the happy trail leading down his belly button.

“I never got that one before,” You say while tearing your eyes away and looking at Calum, his arm peeling away from his side and grasping two grapes into his hands and popping them into his mouth, his eyes tearing away from the green globes and peering into your eyes.

“When did you move here?” Calum ask, his hand coming down to his chin to rub the naked skin there.

“July,” You speak your feet digging into your bed spread but soon to feel different as you accidently dig them into Calum’s calf, you don’t let it phase you though, he was warm and you were feeling cold. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your foot, and then back onto your eyes, his lashes fluttering as the end of his lips tug for a moment.

“Not bad? Where did you go to school before?” He questions again, his eyes running down to the three necklaces on your chest that all hold meaning to you, while also looking at your pierced ears.

“I was actually home schooled,” You continue, your eyes turning away from Calum’s as you grab a bottle of water and turn the cap.

“Home schooled? So did you have any friends?” Calum inquires, his head shaking slightly as his bushy eyebrows push together.

“Of course I had friends, lots of people think just because you’re homeschooled you just stay inside the house all the time,” You laugh as you take a sip of your water. “Yeah I had friends, I miss them a lot.” You say, your eyes looking over your room before turning towards Calum and smiling a small smile.

“Do you still talk to them?” He continues even further.

“Yes I still talk to them, god, so many questions,” You laugh, your eyes rolling, and you watch as Calum raises both of his hands to his chest in surrender.

“Sorry,” He said quietly, his eyes gazing away from yours, as you see a pink shade spread along Calum’s structure cheeks.

“I’m joking,” You snicker while reaching over and punching Calum in the shoulder and you’re completely caught off guard when you feel the hand that was glue to Calum’s chest reach over and grasp your arm in his and bring you closer to his face. Your cheeks growing immediately warm as you’re deeper in Calum’s personal space that you never thought you would be in.

“Ha ha,” He says bland and fake, causing you heart to hammer against your chest before you feel Calum press his soft lips onto yours, and you were not lying when you say you were completely taken back from this action, your eyebrows came to furrow together as your lips were still locked to his, your eyes were wide open before you felt the saliva drip down Calum’s lips onto yours before tearing away from him.

His eyes were glossy, lips resembling them as he looked at you with a cloudy gaze, and it was this luster state that Calum was in that caused your heart to stab in your chest as you leaned back over and pressed your lips against Calum’s again, your tongue swiping against his top lip as he welcomed you so lovingly into his mouth, his tongue wrapping around yours and tasting the sweetness of your mouth.

You let Calum shuffle his lean body off of your duvet and onto you, his arms lying by the sides of your head as you let him hover on top of you, his lips never leaving yours as his neck craned down and kissed you deeper and deeper that you felt like you were sinking and his lips were the only thing bringing you to shore. Your hand that was free from his grasp ran down his back flowingly as he continued to pepper kisses against your now bruised lips before peppering them down the sides of your neck, his lips running over the beauty marks scattered on your chest as you felt your cardigan and his leather jacket rub against your expose skin.

Your breath came out rushed and quick, your body colliding into his broad chest as he continue to pepper kisses along your collar bones, his eyes peering into yours and you didn’t want to look into his eyes so you let them trail up at the tapestry that rested on your ceiling that held your unlit fairy lights through it.

“You’re okay with this?” Calum questioned, and you felt his hard gaze on yours, and you didn’t want to look at him, a part of you just wanted this moment to happen and you wanted to get over it smoothly so that you could just think of it as the moment where you had sex with this bad boy in your room and there was nothing else left between the both of you.

But Calum had other plans; he didn’t want you to think this was just a moment, that you were just some plot he had in his notebook as if this was just something he did, later you realized that it meant more to him then it was to you.

His arm tore away from the side of your head and he let his fingers grasp your chin roughly in his hands, even though his eyes were glossy and held such a radiance of lust they were hard and cold, beckoning for you to be honest with him because that is all he simply asked of you.

“Are you okay with this?” He questioned again, this time his voice soft and assured, he wanted you to feel like you can back out anytime. Just because he held a title at the school didn’t mean that he could just kiss a girl and put his hands down her pants just because he was supposedly known.

In that moment you felt your heart lunge forward, your brain rambling on about cute this moment was, the preteen section of your brain speaking in its high pitch voice as it persuades you to fall in love with him, fall in love with the way he kisses you, and how his leather jacket causes creases in your skin, fall in love with the way his fingers are playing in your hair, and fall in love with the way he’s asking if your okay in the most vulnerable position you have ever been in.

You nod your head and lean up towards him, pressing a kiss against his lips, your eyes finally closing and welcoming the feeling you were pushing away for what felt like the longest of time.

You and Calum kissed for a moment, your tongues swapping together and tasting each other, feeling the way your bodies rubbed against each other, your finger tips feeling the creases of his skin and his lips learning the curves of yours.

Soon enough he pulled away and let his lips wander down your body, his hand tearing away from your head and running down the expanse of your skin, his fingers feeling over your tank top before running down your thighs and pushing your knitted skirt against your hips, the material getting tighter and tighter as it bunches up there. Your eyes peered down towards were Calum laid against your heat, his mouth breathing against your core and you couldn’t help the twinge of nerves racking up in your stomach.

His mouth breathed against your heat, his head leaning into your crotch as he breathed you in, the feeling of his tongue pushing against your layered core caused a moan to trial out of your mouth due to the small friction.

Your hands pulled away from your thigh and rested them into his ringlets of curls, his head still burring itself into your heat as his hips rutted into your sheets.

Quickly his hands slipped away from your hips and ripped your pantyhose, his fingers soon pulling your panties to the side as he let his mouth cup your silky self into his mouth as he let his tongue feel over your walls.

His lips smacking against yours as they were extremely wet against his, the feeling of his tongue wandering everywhere imaginable had your mind in the gutter, the sheer feeling of excitement ran down your spine and the feeling of the seductive enjoyment satisfying you that you let your fingers sink into his hair and push his head deeper into him. Your hips moving against his mouth as you feel his tongue run over your bundles of nerves over and over again that you couldn’t help the moans slipping out of your lip.

The best part of this moment was that Calum let you use him in the aspect to fill your needs, he let you take control and let your hips dance against his tongue, his lips gliding against yours and tasting the sweet nectar of your body run along his lips and drip into his mouth like milk and honey he use to have when he was a boy and couldn’t fall his asleep.

He loved the way he lost himself in the taste of you, never knowing that he could taste something so sweet and appetizing in his life that he kept on moaning against your heated skin. He loved this; he loved the way it dripped down his neck, slobbered against his cheeks, he love to cling to your clit like he was sucking your clothed nipples.

Your hips were now circling along his tongue as he let it laid flat against your core, his index finger of his free hand coming down and now toying with your bundle of nerves, that only caused your back to buck off the bed, your fingers tear themselves out of his head as a long moan trailed out of your mouth as this foreign feeling shuttered down your thigh and curled your toes.

“Calum… Calum… Calum…” Your mouth whispered on repeat as you felt your chest expand and let a cool breeze slip through your bones and out through your mouth as you unwrapped yourself against the brown eyed boy tongue.

Calum was letting his tongue continue to lap around your lips as you felt your body contract, your hips immediately tearing away from Calum’s as you tried your hardest to move your body away from his sinful lips. He let his hands go softly around your hips as he now peppered kisses against your matted sweat body, your hands tearing away from his curls and falling to his neck, your hands carrying him to your lips as you press kisses against his, your lips immediately pulling away as you laugh at the mess of fluid on his face.

“Sorry,” Calum chuckles lightly while letting his fingers rest in your hair, but you only shake your head before pressing a kiss against his lips before letting the palms of your hand wipe away the mess on his cheeks.

“Hm,” Calum hums, his eyes closing for a moment as he his face looks so relax, your eyebrows furrow together before peering down between the both of you, a small wet spot being sported against his denim jeans.

“Did you?” You ask, not finishing your sentence as you see his eyes flick open quickly his cheeks go blush again.

“I’m so sorry,” He says, his head falling into the crane of your neck as you only giggle at his embarrass state.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” You say, your fingers feeling over the leather of his jacket as your head turns to face Calum’s. You let your bruised lips press a small peck against his skin while feeling him under your rough fingertips.

You both spent a few moments in silence before Calum twisted his body, his head turning away from yours before leaning up on his hips, his upper body turning and looking down at you.

“Shall we keep on studying now we got that out of the way?” He says, a smile leaving his lips, and you just laugh while shaking your head.

“Sure, but why don’t we clean ourselves up a bit.” You say, your body now raising up and looking at Calum with a pointed glare.

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“Would please get your fatass off of my locker,” You state while trying to get your locker open but it immediately slamming as Calum continues to lie against it.

“You’re not listening to me!” He exclaims, his arms slamming down at his side as his notebook and pencil were fitted between his hands.

“Because you’re going to do fine, stop worrying,” You say, your body finally giving up and looking up at Calum tiredly.

“How do you know that?” He asks, his eyes looking lost and uneasy as you see the nerves etched into his face.

“Calum, we studied all this week after school, you remembered everything really good. If you still don’t think you’re going to do good go over the cue cards but I really need to finish my art project so please would you stop bothering me for a just moment.” You state, your eyes looking up at him tired of hearing him put himself down when you knew Calum was going to do perfectly fine.

“Okay… okay, okay, fine. I’m sorry,” He says, his head falling down as he moves his body off of your locker and you sigh while finally peeling it open and grabbing your art bag.

“Can I get a kiss for good luck?” He questions just as the bell chimes and you just roll your eyes at him.

“Go to class,” You say before slamming your locker and turning to head to your art class, but you soon feel Calum gasp your elbow in his fingertips, causing you to stop for a moment as he plants a kiss behind your ear, your head immediately turning as he quickly pulls away and rests them on his chest a cheesy grin on his lips.

“Wish me luck.” He laughs before turning into your English classroom leaving you feeling happy for once since you got to Riverdale High.

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radiostaticmuke · 4 years ago

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Halloween Series Sequel

A/N: Was going through some old stories and felt inspired to continue with the storyline of Michael turning you into a vampire. In this version, y/n is replaced by the Vixen. Happy Halloween and enjoy!

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Click-clack. Click-clack. Black stilettos stroll down a New York City sidewalk. Perfectly styled hair gets blown back by a nightly breeze to reveal striking eyes, focused on the path ahead. The eyes belong to a pale face with painted lips and adorned by subtle jewelry. She clutches her purse, weaving through the stragglers in the street. Moving closer to an apparent hole in the wall with a glowing red neon sign that reads ”Delight."

She approaches the closed door and checks her surroundings before entering. As soon as the door closes behind her, the place comes to life. A red glow illuminating all of the dancing twenty-somethings, intoxicated by their drinks, drugs, and lust. She inhales, removing her coat to reveal long graceful arms and a bustier hugging her body. She makes her way to the crowded bar, already in need of a drink.

Little does she know, her entrance has been noticed. Eyes focus on her from the balcony. He moves along the rail as she does towards the bar. His green eyes flash red and he disappears from view as she scans the scene.

Her empty shot glass slams on down and she swivels in her stool, there's an intention behind her eyes as she looks out to the dance floor. Hands groping bodies, fingers running through loose and untamed hair, a group of drunken girls dance and cheer one another on, using flash for their group photos. Of the four girls seemingly having the time of their lives, one looks out of place. That’s the one.

Where her friends are decked out in pumps and bodycon dresses, she sports a sensible shoe for dancing and wears a patterned jumpsuit, somewhat revealing if you find shoulders and collarbones seductive. She casually sips from her fruity cocktail, asking her friends if they're alright. They insist they're fine though half of their drinks are on the floor or each other. Two of them encourage their homely friend to dance, she moves to the beat in time but her friends prioritize being provocative over rhythm.

Another shot downed, the woman at the bar rises from her seat, feeling somewhat loose. She makes her way to the dance floor.

”I’ll be right back!” the young woman calls as peels away from her sloppy group and looks relieved as she flees to the club’s tiny restroom. Two sets of eyes watch her from afar. He watches the Vixen while the Vixen watches her prey.

Vixen makes her way through the crowd, blending in as her hips move to the electronic beat. She catches the attention of some overly-confident man. She notices him staring at her hungrily, assessing her body with his eyes, and deciding she's worth it. He quickly clasps her wrist to keep her from walking away, playfully pulling her back toward him. She looks from her wrist to him. Not you. Not tonight. Typically she’d take him on but she’s in the mood for a challenge.

”Where ya going in such a hurry? I can tell you wanna stay to dance”. His slurred words and tugging at her arms make her clench her jaw, but for a moment the tension seizes. Her tone is like butter, ”Oh yeah? You wanna dance with me?” She invites him closer, attempting to project over the music and voices around them. He leans into her but she raises her hands. He plays along, meeting her hands with his own and interlocking their fingers.

The looks of sweetness and flirtation dissipate and her striking eyes narrow and flash a similar red before she quickly breaks his wrist. Unflinching, she watches as his face twists with anguish. He is prepared to let out a horrified cry. She silences him with a finger, ”shhh...” she stares into his eyes deeply, his still filled with confusion and pain.

”You’re not going to scream. You’re going to silently exit the dance floor and crawl back to whatever gutter you came out of.” Her sweetness returns as his face falls still and he complies, now oblivious to his broken wrists. Her eyes return to their natural color as he turns away from her obediently. She continues on her mission.

Meanwhile, the mysterious figure from the balcony lurks closer to the bathroom, to where the young woman escaped. Almost forgetting where he is, he nearly makes it up to the bathroom door. But before he can enter, his ears are invaded by the sound of snickering. He turns to meet two other girls in line for the bathroom, glancing at him judgmentally. “Must be an emergency, huh?” one of them laughs. He ignores them and backs away from the door. Sighing, he leans with his back against the wall and waits.

Determined, the Vixen exits the dance floor and glances around to make sure her actions go unnoticed. Once the coast seems clear she struts towards the bathroom. Before she can see the figure standing along the wall, he slips into a crowded corner, keeping his gaze on the huntress as she eagerly enters the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, she notices the young woman adjusting her outfit and fixing her hair. Cooly, she approaches the mirror and begins to do the same. Side by side they could not be more different. "Jumpsuit" looks at herself somewhat disapprovingly, her eyes scan her face for every imperfection and the growing frown on her face lets us know she’s found them. While the vixen stands tall with her shoulders back, she drinks in her image in the mirror. Carefully tweaking the slightly out of place hairs on her head and touching up her lipstick, a deep shade of red sure to stain. “Having fun out there?” the vixen asks, eyes still locked on her reflection. Her voice breaks Jumpsuit out of her trance, watching the vixen be effortlessly perfect.

“Something like that…” She sighs and takes another sip of her nearly full glass.

“Well, you’ll definitely need to finish more of that if you wanna have some real fun. Especially with the crowd tonight, the guys here can be a bit tame.” The Vixen faces her and smiles warmly. Jumpsuit’s expression seems bewildered, as though this is the longest she’s spoken to a stranger. She becomes flustered.

“Oh I’m not much for places like these, just having a girls night and I was out-voted.” She confesses sweetly and sits on the bathroom counter. The Vixen eyes her with the same hunger as the man she encountered before. The girl opens her mouth to speak again but as the words exit her mouth, the sound is drowned out by a pulsating beat. Not the sound of the club’s music being played, but mimicking a heartbeat.

The Vixen eyes the girl and as she moves her hair to one side, she can’t help but stare at the smooth skin on her neck and the large, inviting vein that runs through it. Vixen gulps, feeling her instincts kicking and her lips parting slightly in anticipation.

“But that sounds silly, doesn’t it?” Suddenly, reality kicks in and the sound of her voice returns, refocusing the Vixen on the task at hand. Jumpsuit looks up at her innocently and laughs at herself, “Sorry, you must think I’m nuts or something! Well, I’d better get back to my friends, who knows what they’ve gotten themselves into…” She hops off the counter and brushes past the Vixen, heading for the door.

In an instant, the Vixen appears in front of her, blocking the exit. “But I thought we were having fun here?” Jumpsuit looks startled but her expression falls into a naive joy.

“Believe me, as much as I’d love to hide out here with you, I should probably go take care of my friends.” She laughs slightly but the confusion begins to take over as she notices the Vixen unamused, now with glowing red eyes. She backs away from her slowly. “ Who said I was hiding"? the Vixen coos, revealing her elongated fangs. As Jumpsuit is about to scream, she is pounced upon. The Vixen begins to devour her, careful not to leave a mess. She squirms and fights for her life but the strength of the huntress is too great and her efforts are futile.

Driven by bloodlust, the Vixen finishes her off and beams in euphoria as she drains her of the last of her blood and lets her body hit the floor with a thud. She wipes her mouth and looks down at her kill. The girl’s lifeless body looks like a wilted flower, her once struggling arms now lay sprawled. The Vixen's eyes fall upon her wrists and the puncture wounds poking through her sheer sleeves. Her eyebrows furrow and her fangs retract smoothly.

”Who...” she begins to ask herself as she kneels beside her. The Vixen's eyes carefully examine the holes. She glances from the girl’s face to her neck to her wrist. ”Looks like tonight just wasn't your night, huh?” she drops her wrist and rises to her feet with inhuman speed.

The Vixen grabs her ankles and drags her into the largest stall. She positions the lifeless body beside the toilet before digging into her purse and fishing out a bottle of unlabeled pills, ”Some people just don't know when to quit”. A handful of pills trickle down the girl's throat and she leaves her corpse with the now empty bottle.

She pats her head before turning on her heels and exiting the stall. She turns to look at her reflection in the mirror but nothing’s there. She smiles to herself and wipes the corners of her mouth once more.

Vixen steps outside and rejoins the club scene, the energy just as electric as when she left. High off her kill, she joins the sea of people crowding the dance floor. This time she lets herself get lost in the music and the hunt. She pulls a possible suitor closer, smashing her lips against his. He doesn’t question it, but gives in to her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in. She leaves kisses along his jaw, moving down his throat before biting down. She doesn’t even need to compel him, on a high of his own, he finds her aggression titillating. Carelessly the vixen releases him back into the crowd, a thin trail of blood running down his sweaty, bare chest.

“You oughta be more careful," a voice stands out among the rest from behind her. She stops in her tracks, searching in her mind for a face to match. She turns to face him. Michael. Her expression turns sour, as though she’s suddenly sobered up.

Michael was notorious for leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, at least he was when they first met. He was the man responsible for ending her life, well, her human life. He made her into the monster she is now, doing so without remorse. She glares at him as he inches closer, wearing a familiar, cocky, grin. “That’s rich coming from you.” She practically spits.

Now face to face, Michael drinks in her image. “Lifeless looks good on you, babe. It’s almost like I did you a favor..” The words make her skin crawl and she bares her fangs as she hisses at him. He puts his hands up in defense, amused by her anger.

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad? That was ages ago.” He raises a brow, the strobe lights reflecting off of the piercing. She lets her guard down and retracts her teeth before anyone around can notice.

“Six years ago to be exact, and not too far from here, if you can remember,” she says with contempt.

“Oh I remember, you looked almost as delectable as you do this evening…” he takes her hand as they make their way off to the side.

Equally as fast, they vanish up to the balcony where he’d previously been spying. They both laugh as they watch a few confused faces in the crowd look for them. Her laughter comes to a halt first as she looks at Michael, reminded of what he was, what he took. “What’re you still doing lurking around these places? Looking for another naive girl to turn into your little experiment?” her voice is indifferent, but Michael refuses to leave her alone.

“You know you’re the only one I’ve turned. The others have gotten my usual treatment of drink, drain, and dump.” He says oh-so-casually, leaning against the railing. He takes a piece of her hair and tucks it behind her ear, his touch the same temperature as hers, it's almost comforting.

“How romantic” she snarls, swatting his hand away impulsively. They continue to look down on the crowd of mortals beneath them. Michael grinning with delight at all of his options. The vixen was suddenly not in the mood for the hunt. She starts to turn away and he wants to call after her but he senses she doesn’t want to be followed. Something stops her and she turns back to face him.

“Why did you leave then?” she asks genuinely. Her eyes are serious and demanding of an answer though he pretends he doesn’t know what she means. “What’re you on about now”?

She sucks her teeth and leans on the rail once more. “If I’m the only victim you’ve ever turned, then why did you abandon me as a fledgling?” He stifles a laugh at her wording. She rolls her eyes at his immaturity. Some things never change.

“Forget it. I don’t know why I bother even trying to make sense of you.” She looks down disappointedly before putting on her coat. He bites his cheek, wanting to explain but unable to find the words. She looks at him once more, a little more fondly this time. “Wish I could say it was good seeing you-”

“What, are you leaving already? The night’s only just begun” He interjects, gesturing down to a group of fratty looking guys who entered the building. She smiles at the notion but insists, “Goodnight, Michael. “

The familiar sound of heels clicking across the floor returns. For a moment, he is about to let her walk down the stairs, but he races after her at lightning speed, almost going through her. She spins around and he stops just before her. “I didn’t abandon you.” He huffs. “What?”

He looks almost admiringly at her confused eyes and smirks, “You just didn’t need me anymore.”

She takes a step back, realizing how close they’ve become.

“You know you took everything away from me! My whole life!” she pushes him back with great force, but he only stumbles a bit, still amused with her anger. “And when I have to live like you to survive…” Her anger turns into a pain in an instant “... you leave.”

He notices this shift in her but refuses to acknowledge it, “Look, there’s no obligation for me to take care of you. I’m sorry you felt orphaned or whatever, you were gonna have to get used to being on your own one way or another.” She stares daggers at him. It fuels her and she throws a punch. Unfortunately, he catches it before she can make contact, “It’s already toughened you up quite a bit I see.”

Fed up, she pounces on him, taking him to the ground. He fights back harder and grabs her by the throat. With the upper hand, he corners her. She tries to pry his fingers from her throat but it's useless. He's twice as strong as she is. “Fuck...you” she manages to choke out between gasps for breath. She smiles, watching her squirm beneath him, her life once again in his hands. “We never quite made it to that part did we?”, he jokes as he finally releases her from his tight grasp, glancing around to ensure their discretion. She rubs her neck, looking at him disgustedly. “You’re right about one thing.”

“Just one?” he replies slyly.

“I don’t need you.” She rises and composes herself.

He eyes her, unsure of her next move. Michael’s face falls as he realizes her utter contempt and he tries his best to brush it off, “You got the hang of it....eventually”. She scoffs, “You really can’t just give one single compliment, can you?”

Their familiarity brings them closer together. She couldn’t help herself around him, even when they first met. His energy was magnetic, maybe it was his charm or maybe he compelled her without her even knowing. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stay mad at him, even after everything.

She had to admit to herself that she was stronger now, all that time spent alone, learning to hunt, how to control herself, how to get away…

Michael peers at her with secret admiration, he was obviously attracted to her as a human, but now there was an edge to her. Maybe he liked that she’s lethal now, and he made her that way.

“I’m just a little cranky since someone went after my initial meal” his voice oozes with sarcasm and a slight pang of irritation. She ponders this for a moment before smiling to herself, remembering the rush. “Jumpsuit? Oh, she was a treat”. Tauntingly she licks her fingers the way you would after eating ribs. Her eyebrows furrow in slight confusion, “But you already knew that didn’t you?” She recalls the puncture marks on the girl’s wrist.

Michael cocks his head at her like she’s joking, he searches her face for any kind of tell but she looks equally as confused.

“No, but she looked pretty sweet from afar…” Michael shrugs off the comment but the cogs in her mind begin to turn. “But there were bite marks…”

“Not from me.” He says curtly, pulling out a flask from his dark denim jacket. “Drink. Drain. Dump. Remember?” She rolls her eyes at his indifference, but she also understands it. It’s much easier to get attached, otherwise, the guilt does the feeding.

“Well, I guess we have another one among us…” She joins him in looking over the balcony, their eyes search in sync through the crowd. “Is that gonna be a problem?” he asks, half-jokingly, half-serious.

She looks from the crowd to Michael’s eyes. They gaze at each other in comfortable silence for a moment. The corners of his mouth turn upward slightly as his eyes land on her stained lips. Instinct makes his fangs extend and his softness fades as his eyes turn red. She can’t help but laugh, “You’re not nearly as sly as you think you are. You got me one time too many.” Somewhat defeated, he retracts his fangs and the red disappears from his eyes. His lips part to speak, probably something snarky, but they’re interrupted by the sound of a high-pitched shrieking.

“Somebody help! Please somebody help her!” the once drunken girl group pour out of the bathroom, screaming out for anybody that will listen. Their cries are somewhat muffled by the bumping music. But the highly-tuned ears pick up the sound in an instant.

Michael and the Vixen look at one another knowingly.

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