She didn't know why she agreed to come out with her friends to such a place, such a dirty, dirty place. Abandoned warehouses were not her thing and she never understood what the big deal was about neon, but, nevertheless, she came.
The hot pink fishnets dug into her skin as she contorted her body to fit through the mass of people that had congregated to dance to thick house beats and to drop party drugs in large quantities. 'This is silly…' she repeated to herself as she meandered around the room, looking for a familiar face.
She froze.
There he was.
Pale as ever.
Gorgeous as ever.
His eyes were a deep onyx but they still glistened in the pulsating lights that the dj so kindly provided. She could see him smile and laugh at something being mumbled into his ear by his brother. She was entranced as she stumbled over to his corner of the room.
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
The addicting rhythm made her head twitch and her body sway as she sauntered over to catch his eyes, his gorgeous black eyes. She wanted to make sure he saw her, that he saw her deliberate movements to attract him over to her so that they could engage in their own personal dance party within the monstrous sea of people.
It's a thief in the night, to come and grab you
He laughed as his brother, Emmett, cracked a joke, but he was not really listening. He was watching her. He was watching her thick chocolate hair swish in waves as she let herself go with the music. He watched her tiny plaid skirt shake with every hip jerk she made. He watched her eyes flicker from the lights that danced across the room. He smiled at his brother as he pointed and walked away. Tonight, he was going to dance.
Am I scaring you tonight, disturbia, ain't used to what you're like
Her breath sucked in as she felt his long chilled fingers wrap around her tiny frame, it was a surprise, but a pleasant one. It didn't take him long to pick up on her dance, his hips feel nicely into sync with hers. There were no words shared between them, there didn't need to be. They were familiar friends who knew each other inside and out. They were comfortable, perhaps too comfortable, but that was acceptable in this situation. Their bodies bent together, given the illusion of one. Her back arched as she swiveled her hips into his pelvis. People had started to stare, but it didn't stop them. It never had before.
"You look good enough…to eat."
She could feel his breath on her ear as he enunciated the last word. Eat..such a ridiculous word, but yet, it had such a powerful meaning.
It can creep up inside you, and consume you, a disease of the mind, it can control you
His fingers pulled back her hair, revealing the back of her neck. He could already see the beads of sweat pooling along her hairline. Could he resist temptation? Should he resist temptation? He decided not to, and let his tongue trace her delicate vertebrate that were visible through her somewhat pale skin.
The sudden contact of more than just their skin surprised her. She was not going to taken lightly tonight. As the beat of the song changed, so did her body position. She eased her body in front of him, so that they were face to face. This intrigued
him. Usually she was not so forward, but tonight something was different and that something was what excited him beyond normal.
"What do you think you are doing?" Her voice luscious as she ran her hands over his muscular chest.
"Whatever I want." His response was coy as was his expression. He winked at her as he pulled her hair playfully.
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is the light
The rest of the song was spent in silence, a comfortable silence. That seemed to be perfect for them. There was not much to say, they knew why they were not together. It had been his choice, but she had gone along with it, not giving too much opposition to what they both knew was right for them. People were now gathered around them, pointing and whispering. It was not something new to them; their entire relationship had been one that fascinated people.
As the song slowed and the beat became a distant memory, he grabbed her neck, pulling her closer into him. She could smell that familiar scent and she wanted to melt into at that point. Her self control was most defiantly shot to hell now. She closed her eyes the moment she felt their lips touch together. He was all the time preaching about self control, but he was oblivious to what she was feeling now. No amount of self control could help her resist him.
He let go of her and left her wobbly in the middle of the dance floor to deal with crowd and the whispers by herself. He knew that she'd be okay. She was tough.
As the crowd melted back together, she could see his dark leather jacket disappear quickly, as if he never cared at all. The dj quickly filled the quiet room with another infectious song, but her night was over. She pushed her way through the crowd and out into the dark oblivion. She was sure her friends were still in the warehouse, grinding away on guys who could kiss them with open mouths.
She was starting to shiver in the cold night air when she heard the gravel crunch behind her.
"Need a ride?"
Her eyes rose to meet his. She narrowed her eyes when his gaze was unfaltering.
"So, do you want the ride or not?"
She obediently nodded as she followed him into the night towards the deserted gravel lot where cars had been abandoned by their owners in exchange for a large warehouse filled with severe beats and drugs that warmed you from the inside out.
His pace was brisk; she could tell he was slowing down for her. He wasn't used to walking at human pace. Hell, he wasn't used to doing anything at human pace. She watched his body, unaffected by the cold, stride through the black night. He was so muscular, so perfect, so…tempting. She knew that if her friends saw her, or anyone saw her for that matter, the talk at school on Monday would be more than she could bear. Gossip never seemed to bother him. He was content on letting them think what they wanted and make their own conclusions about what he and his family were. She, on the other hand, was someone who faltered in the wake of people's conversations. She was very self conscious, which was something he was never able to change about her.
He held the door open for her as she eased her body into the leather seat. He had brought one of the more flamboyant cars from his collection tonight, which was something he rarely did. It attracted too much attention, but that was something he was concerned with tonight.
"Are you going home?" his voice broke her thought train as he cranked the engine, letting it purr.
"Um. Yeah, sure. I guess." All her stuff was at Lindsey's house, and her parents would already be asleep. How was she going to explain this one?
He laughed at her as he peeled away from the lot. She was so…vulnerable. Not only to him, but to everything, especially to the people in the warehouse. He didn't understand why her friends had brought her to such a place, a place where scumbags hung around, waiting to slip date rape drugs into any little girl's unsuspecting drink. He wondered how it would have turned out for her if he hadn't been there. The thoughts made him shudder and he turned up the heat. He didn't need it, but it was a human habit.
He stretched out his right arm, letting it rest on her seat. He could smell her perfectly with the heat circulating through the car. She smelled the same way she always did, extremely tempting. He let her scent scorch his throat as he ran his fingers through her chocolate hair.
"So, how have you been?" his voice was light and airy, as if nothing had ever happened.
Her gaze never left the passing scenery as she answered, "I've been good. Busy, you know. School, work, friends, I find ways to keep myself entertained." She shrugged her shoulders; she was indifferent to this conversation.
They were going through the motions; he knew what she had been up to. She knew that he had Alice keep tabs on her every now and then. It was very unethical, but he was a vampire. Vampires didn't have ethics.