Frisbees

When Frisbees Fly

The music was blaring Savage Garden; Sunny's was filled with smoke and sweat soaked bodies. My eyes followed the streams of stupple, tender young females. Their hips swaying to the music; oh Satan, I was in heaven!

I spotted one, there in the corner, timid, such an outcast to the willing others of Sunny's mainframe. Dressed in velvety burgundy, black lights and crystal chandeliers shown her skin pale under that rich color. Eyes were like opals, they danced around the room; she looked like death. Truly beautiful she was, though mortal. She looked up, only for a moment, then back down at her feet.

I walked up to her, "Hello, Darling," my voice rippled outward. Her eyes glanced at me, glowing, "Would you like to dance?"

"I don't...I mean I can't," she stumbled over the words. I could hear Madonna's Frozen playing now; it was in beat with my heart.

"Please?" I begged. My thin hand outstretched. Grabbing her, her skin was cool to the touch, but I could feel the warmth underneath; she came willing. Pulsating blood flowed; it's the milk of the gods, sweet tempting milk.

"Sure," she uttered. Stepping ever so lightly she emerged onto the dance floor and into the lights. I pressed against her body, she shuddered but did not pull away. Our bodies swayed to the music. I felt her hand brush by my leg: electric impulses throughout our bodies. The sharp voices of the Goo Goo Dolls blasted through our ears.

"Come, would you walk with me? We can get out of this noise." My eyes glinted at her. I wanted so much to make her mine. Someone so beautiful shouldn't be alone. "Well...?" I queried. She turned her head, eyes staring up at me; opaque eyes tinted with violet edges. "I love your eyes," she whispered, laughing like a schoolgirl. My blood red rimmed eyes blinked down at her, "But I do like to be with you."

"Yes, I know you do. Do you know that you can kiss me?" Flashing a mock smile I pushed past her. Instantly she followed, arm around my waist. "The thing is," and I stopped suddenly, "you have to really want it."

"Really want it?"

"Yes. You really have to want to kiss me or it won't mean the same." She looked around searchingly; there was no one around so she edged closer to me. "Ready?"

She leaned back; that wonderful face stretched up towards the heavens, beckoning God's wrath. My thinly stretched fingers wrapped around her neck. Lips touched; tasted like burnt sienna and cinnamon. My hands slipped down her side as the sounds of our encounter grew louder. Her lips closed tightly and my hands tilted her head to the side.

Brushing away her deep mahogany hair to one side I locked my mouth around her neck, white fangs gleaming in the dark semi-moonless night.

As I kissed her she garbled incoherently. Her eyes smiled at me. "Love you too..." she trailed off... ...Her breath became more regular, slow and mellow. Eyes fluttered, she was light as a feather. On a velvet cushion she lay. Soft skin, my hand encased over hers. She whispered, "Do you like Frisbees?"

I answered, "No. I could never enjoy that foolish mortal game." I kissed her hand, "Why?"

"Oh! No reason." She stared off in the distance. There was a glowing green Frisbee flying through the air. A tall lengthy man ran to catch it. He was not attractive but interesting to say the least. Thin and maybe too bony, not much on him: to make a meal of him would require several young and tender children to sweeten his blood, the blood of innocence. She growled; the man caught up to a companion standing nearby, a stately gentleman with long pale grey hair and vermilion eyes. He put his arm around the first. Then proceeded to sink ivory white fangs into the first's neck. I watched a smile spread across her face. She turned to look at me, "That?s why when Frisbees fly I come out and watch the feast. I have always wanted that which I cannot have; now I can with you, for now the night no longer frightens me. In the bar I was mortal and frail, now nothing can stop me," she looked at me and leaned over to kiss me.

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My best friend, Kerry is very into Vampyres. Well, after hearing about all her stories that she had created I decided that I could write one. While it is not much of a story, it is more of a short dialogue, I still enjoy reading it.

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