A Vampire Story C - 3
Chapter 3
"So you are going to be able to stay over if this happens to turn into a sleepover?" Ayer stated casually over her shoulder as she applied her mascara.
"Giiirl. I am all about that. I love this house. Better than my dingy campus apartment," Fatima had already unpacked her overnight "bag" into Ayer's spare drawer. The bag being a suitcase of clothing that Fatima carried with her for all occasions.
Ayer turned to see her closing the drawer and smirked shaking her head, "honestly I just should move you in here. Except you'd have to get a job to help with bills."
"Oh yeah... So anyway thank you for letting me crash and challenge your brother to outdated games he always loses in." Fatima smiled giving Ayer two thumbs up. She lived on her scholarship for the swim team fully paid and did Not intend on working through her studies.
"You are always welcome here love. You know that," she did a twirl and stopped on point posing to the side looking over at her coach and best friend.
"Gorgeous babe. You need earrings," She winked and walked slowly toward her, "I'm feeling the whole Marilyn pose too in those thigh high red boots."
"Thank you for that, really. I'm actually kind of nervous," a moment of truth before ascending into her night.
Walking down the hall she popped her head into her brothers open door, an indication that it was Okay to enter. The inner workings of a teenaged boy was not something she cared to impede on.
"I'm going out now. I'll see you later okay?"
"Yeah, have fun," he sat glued to the television as usual playing Fortnite. A vision of sophistication in a Dragon Ball Z onesie, golden Saiyan hair protruding from the hood. Ah yes a middle aged man Indeed.
"Try to go to bed at a decent hour." Ayer started toward the door before she felt a tap on her shoulder. Fatima stood smiling ear to ear with a pair of ruby studs.
"You forgot earrings," she motioned Ayer closer and she leaned into the scent of her coconut scented skin as she put them in her ears.
"Thanks again. I guess I'm not really here mentally," she looked around the room checking off her mental list of things she needed for the night before hugging Fatima, "see you later. There's dinner in the oven and breakfast foods everywhere. I love you," she waved her goodbye as she walked out the door toward destiny.
The black dress she wore fit her like a velvet glove snatching in all the right places as she strut toward the theatre. A faux fur crop jacket and the boots were her only protection from the cool breeze. Movement and anxiety helped. She had every intention of arriving early enough to beat him there so that she could pose in the corner like a Goddess of Mischief.
Damn his promptness! She stopped short when she saw his eyes staring at her hips as they swayed to a stop a few feet before him. He looked like a model in his Bohemia style long cardigan and Ayer was lost for a moment following the intricate white design against the black fabric. Black joggers and classic vans... Oh yes she was definitely Over what's his name.
"Wow you look really beautiful in that dress," he moved from his spot leaning casually on the wall and closed the distance between them before reaching a hand out to her. She took it and he spun her gently getting a good view of her outfit.
"Thank you," she smiled politely unsure as always what to say to things like that. Sure she was beautiful but did he want her for only that like the rest?
"I love these earrings," he leaned in to her ear to whisper this and heat rose in her cheeks, reservations immediately forgotten.
"You look quite handsome tonight as well. So what are we watching?" Ayer asked eager to move the conversation elsewhere. A crowd was starting to form as the theater really was well known for the cheapest tickets and snacks. It also served beer.
"Whatever you want beautiful. Tonight is all about you."
"I feel a little too lightheaded to make it home after those beers. You look a little flushed as well. Besides how can I go home with such a beauty by my side," he hugged Ayer close nuzzling her neck freely as if they were old lovers.
"I'm not ready to go home yet either. What did you have in mind?" Ayer answered leaning into the warmth of his long coat. She'd had a few too many beers and the physical touch was welcomed.
"I really want to explore those woods." He answered. "I thought you wanted to get to know me a little better.." he teased when he saw her make a face.
"Okay.. Sure we can explore the trail a bit. I've always wanted to make out in the woods," she joked feeling emboldened.
No one thought it was strange to see the pair walking towards the wooded trail used in the daytime by runners. This too was a common tradition though adhered to mostly by teenagers.
The walk started as a casual slow stroll building in tempo without much notice to Ayer as she chatted animatedly about her everyday life. Hopeful wide eyes trusted the smile of a stranger and it was a terrible mistake.
She might have noticed the way he stared intently at her skin and past it to the molecules of blood cells running through her eye. What was mistaken for lust was a luxurious thirst for blood that lie in wait to attack.
"Here is a good spot. You look absolutely stunning for your first time," he murmured as he swiveled her to a stop before him. The moonlight shined down like a stage light illuminating the pair in the total isolation of the trees
"That's presumptuous to think your getting more than a kiss tonight. Even more so to assume I'm a virgin," she commented lifting her brow at the sudden observation. Her cheeks colored slightly at the compliment however.
This was all that he could take. Blood rushing had a specific scent that was heady, robust. He moved a hand to her shoulder and pulled her close, firmer than necessary causing her to lose her balance. His hands were quick catching her and pulling her close so that her exposed flesh was inches from his mouth.
He felt her hit the back of his head and he looked up to catch her horrified gaze before sinking his teeth into her flesh connecting finally with the smell that had plagued him for months. He pulled the blood from her in long gulps with little care for the agonizing screams coming from Ayer.
He waited until the blood loss caused her exhaustion before releasing his firm grip to let her droop cradle style in his arms.
"That took you a long time. She's going to be stronger than we thought," the snarky male voice came from a darkened area of the forest.
"I would be disappointed if she were anything less," he smiled down at his creation in adoration. She was a vision indeed.