Dream Girl
She felt the rain dance along the edge of her wings. The echo of buildings guided her through the night. She was restless. The feeling was slowly consuming her. She was homesick. Now here she was in the rain. She was hunting, hunting the past.
Eventually she came to rest in an alley. Wings folded into pale flesh, fur became a mane of raven black hair. She straightened, clawed paws becoming long, well-muscled legs. With a touch of impatience, she reached into a bag around her neck and drew out a dress. When in New York...
The dress slipped sensuously over curves defining a body honed by constant training. Hands unaccustomed to work, but covered in small nicks & cuts, smoothed the short skirt, just covering the top of her thighs. Satisfied with the effect, Lisa ran her fingers through her hair, brushed her tongue across her lips and started to stalk.
The bar was full of smells. Lisa tried not to smell the stink of smoke, drink, loneliness, and boredom; they were all a part of the scene. She hated hunting in these sorts of places. The smell of the alcohol was already starting to make her head spin. Still, she felt like doing someone different tonight. She gazed around the bar. There he was. A dark shape sitting by himself and nursing a drink. He sat hoping that if he gripped his glass hard enough, it would turn into the love he had lost. Perfect, he was not yet drunk. He would do nicely. She should come here more often. Wearing a smile & a look of carefully calculated recklessness, she approached her target. He would have the perfect chance to forget lost love, at least for tonight, & she would be much more effective than that drink.
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He awoke with a start. It was her again! He was still dreaming about her! It was spooky. Ever since he had gone to that stupid séance, he kept dreaming of her. Who was she, some ghost come to haunt him? It wasn't that the dreams were unpleasant, or even really scary, it was just that he couldn't shake the feeling that they were real. He couldn't afford this right now. He was just about to graduate from College. He had to start thinking about finding a job, a new place to live. He couldn't live in the Uni dorms for the rest of his life. He had sent resumes to all the papers & magazines in town, but none of them were even remotely interested. He hated the idea of leaving New York, but he might have to. Soon his scholarship would run out & he would have to take whatever job came along. But he found he couldn't concentrate.
Thoughts of the woman filled his days as completely as she filled his dreams at night. Still, this time the dreams had given him a name, Lisa. They had also given him a place. He had recognised that bar. It was a popular student hang out barely a block from the dorms. No it was stupid! He had to concentrate on the future, & the future would never include a woman like Lisa. He just wasn't that lucky. He smiled, remembering the number of women attracted to his good looks & deep accented voice, that had never understood the hours of writing & walking around that researching his papers had taken. Maybe he should look for the vampire. After all, he wasn't much of a day person anyway. He shook his head. Listen to him, he had started to believe it.
"There are no such things as fairies", he said aloud, daring the world to prove him wrong. The dorm rooms were silent around him, most of the students gone back to their homes for the holidays. Then the scream of a siren split the air. He almost jumped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He realised what he was saying. These dreams were really getting to him. Oh well, its time for work anyway. He prepared for his day, another day of biking messages, & packages around town. Another day of trying to bring his errant thoughts back to the present.