Dancing in the Dark
Chapter 1
I felt it again. That annoying rumbly noise your tummy makes when it's hungry, you know what I mean? Some people don't really notice it but when you're like I am…it's impossible to ignore.
"Santana…?" I croon to the dark-haired lady sitting next to me.
"Yeah?" She sounds sort of irritated. Probably because we're watching Jersey Shore and nobody talks during Jersey Shore. Me included.
"I'm sort of hungry…" I say shyly.
"Oh, are you now?" She raises one of her eyebrows and smirks a little, like I've just said something funny to her. Funny…or sexual. You know, thinking about it, she probably took that as something sexual. I guess I'll go along with it.
"Not like that!" I swat her thigh playfully and give her a devilish smile. "You know what I mean…"
She looks at me with a questioning expression on her face, mixed with a slight disappointment. I love having that effect on her.
"Yeah, I could definitely go for something to eat. I've had enough of these meatheads beating the shit out of each other anyway," she concedes. I squeal in excitement. I love eating. I know there are people who really enjoy candy bars or brownies or milkshakes, but seriously, nothing compares to how I feel when I eat. Again, it's something that's impossible to ignore.
…
It's freezing outside but I don't really care. I never do. Santana and I look damn fine in our club outfits too.
"I'm going to guess…five minutes," I tell Santana.
"Five? Alright, I'll say three," she responds with a devilish wink. I love it when she does that. It's like, hot but at the same time…bad. Like, what bad girls do. I guess I kind of have a thing for bad girls. Maybe I just have a thing for Santana.
"You ready?"
I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. The devilish wink is gone and now she's just smiling at me. I must have been staring. I love it when she smiles…okay, not again.
"Yes!" I exclaim, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door.
The entrance is dark with splatters of neon paint on the walls. I always thought it was kind of pretty in here, and the smell of sweat and alcohol made it that much better. I've never been able to get drunk, but I still liked the taste and smell.
"I.D.s, ladies?" The bouncer was tall and dark and muscled. Not really my type.
After showing him our I.D.s, he took one look at each of us, up and down. Usually Santana hates it when guys do that, but not on nights like tonight.
"The cover charge is on the house," he says with a wink. I don't really like it when he winks.
"Thank you!" I exclaim. Then Santana and I worm our way towards the crowd, hand-in-hand.
"Ready to start?" I ask.
"Always," she says with that bad-girl smile I adore. Gosh, I love that smile. Alright, I can't get distracted.
"Go!"
We both separate and wriggle our ways through the crowd. I finally find a spot to my liking and start dancing to the beat. Within thirty seconds, a handsome young man with a really cool hair-do spots me and starts to make his way towards me. I kind of feel bad because his hair is so cool, but nothing can distract from the feeling in my stomach. We dance for about two minutes. I'm actually getting pretty into it, but then I remember my time limit.
"Hey!" I shout because the music is super loud. He leans his head down so his ear is right by my mouth. "Want to head out back?" I nip his earlobe a little bit to make sure that he gets the picture. He flashes me a grin and nods. Gosh, I feel bad sometimes just because I always get really cute ones.
But I take his hand and lead him towards the back of the club. There's a door with an "EXIT" sign above it and we go outside into the freezing cold. I take him around the corner of the building to a dark alley and allow him to push me against the wall and start making out with me. I always feel weird about making out with people because nobody's mouth feels like her's. I like her mouth the most, it's so soft and hungry and I can tell she wants me just from the way she moves her lips and tongue. It's like, a secret mouth code or something. I wonder what this guy would think if he knew what I was thinking about while he forced his tongue down my throat. After about a minute, I decide that enough is enough. I grab his crotch, which instantly catches his attention and makes him stop. My lips connect with his neck almost in the same instance and he puts his hand up against the wall, obviously anticipating something that is never going to come. At first it's just my lips but then I absolutely can't take it anymore. My teeth sink into his soft, human flesh.
"Oh, we've got ourselves a biter, do we?" he grunts. Yeah, I guess you could say I'm a biter. I bite down harder.
"Ow!" he cries. "Take it easy, will ya?" When I didn't stop, I think he started to get worried. And when he tried to shake me off but couldn't, I think he got even more worried. I knew this was going to get out of hand pretty quickly, so I grab his face with my hands and just…twist. Like a weird, fucked up Bop-It game. His neck snaps like a rubber band that's been stretched way too far. Again, I feel a pang of guilt, but the blood is just so…sweet. I've never actually tasted Skittles before, but I'd imagine them to taste like this, only not as good. I quickly glance at my watch. Four minutes and thirty seconds.
"Yes!" I think to myself. I'm thirty seconds under and I know Santana could never make it in three. She was just trying to be competitive.
...
I quickly finish drinking and instantly, I feel this sort of high. It's not like what I'd imagine smoking marijuana to be like, or being drunk off alcohol. Or even being in love. It completely transcended all of those things; it was in a different category. Of course, I could only go off of imaginings. Except for maybe love. I'm not sure, though. Maybe.
I leave the body exposed for all to see, so that he can be found quickly. It's sort of a respect thing for me, like what they did in Avatar. Then I run to the car, desperate to beat my partner in crime. But as I approach, I halt suddenly and drop my jaw in disbelief. There in the driver's seat, sitting as smug as a bug in a rug (isn't that the term?), is Santana. After a few seconds I walk, defeated, towards the car and hop in the passenger's seat.
"How long have you been here?" I ask once the door's closed.
"About…two and half minutes," she says, trying to hide the smile that was just begging to come out. I kind of wanted it to, but at the same time, I was utterly shocked. If my math was right, that was in two minutes she ate. I mean, I knew she was hot, but Jesus Christ!
"How…?" I manage to squeak out.
Then she leans over and whispers in my ear, "I could get you in one."
I gulp. I couldn't really argue with her there. She could get me in seconds.
