I kept telling myself that I just had to be more patient. Just wait a little bit longer for her to change her mind. She would see that we were meant to be together. But I couldn't wait any longer. After months of sitting around and hoping for her to see that my intentions were true, that I finally, after all that we had been through and my insistence that I "wasn't wired that way", was ready for us to be together. I know I waited too long, and that sometime she would move on, but I had no idea how much it would hurt. Ivy was finding happiness, falling in love again, and it wasn't with me. It was only a matter of time before she moved on to bigger and better things. I mean, who lives in a church of all places for the rest of their lives? People like Ivy don't. Ivy is beautiful, sexy, dangerous, and kind; those type of people live in glamorous condos in high buildings looking down at everyone who happens to live below them. People like that don't wait around for skinny, red headed witches forever. I don't even blame her, not really. But it was her rejection of me that led me to where I am now.
After spending weeks, laying around the church and soaking in my own pity I decided it was time to go out and try to move on. I couldn't stand having to sit another day watching Ivy get back from a date with that sated look on her face. It was almost sickening, thinking of her and Glen not only having sex, but sharing blood; and each time she walked in with that look, it broke my heart. The worst part is when she looks at me with so much pity it makes my insides hurt. She knows my feelings for her, hell she should after I spent the first month since our return from California courting her. She knows my feelings, but she doesn't trust me. She thinks I'll break her heart, and leave her more broken than she was before. Again, I don't blame her, not really. But I love her, I want her, I need her, and it's killing me.
So I put on my new calf length black leather boots with a 4-inch heel that I'd bought at the mall. The lady who sold them to me told me I looked hot in them ( I didn't even try to hide my blush as she said this) and that I should get them immediately. They were on sale so I thought, why not. With the new shoes, that made me look hot, the only thing left was a hot new outfit. So I went to a store I knew Ivy would approve of, but wasn't too expensive, and bought a new pair of black leather pants that both made my hips look good and would protect my skin in case there was trouble. As I was looking through the tops I found the perfect silk halter top. It was green, which made my eyes pop, and fit my torso like a glove.
When I got back to the church it was only 6pm, so I decided to go for a quick jog before taking my shower and getting ready. As my feet pounded the pavement with a rhythmic motion I let my mind wander to thought about tonight. What exactly was I looking for, what did I want? There were so many questions and decisions to make that the only reason I was able to keep thinking about it was due to the familiar strain running put on my muscles. This slight nostalgic pain helped me focus, and put my thoughts in perspective. I knew I wanted to try something new, anything to get Ivy out of my mind. But I didn't want to limit myself and put labels on everything, that's how I got into the situation I'm in with Ivy in the first place. So I decided that tonight, I would find somebody who attracted and compelled me, whether male or female, vampire or witch. Thinking of this a shot of adrenaline coursed through my veins. I had a feeling that after tonight, things would change. With that, I turned around and started heading back home.
The church was as silent as death. There were no sounds of wings brushing together or the tell tale chatter of quiet voices hiding above me. But I wasn't worried. I knew the pixies were in their stump hibernating for the oncoming winter. Soon they would relocate into the church and I'd get used to hearing them everyday, but not yet. Jenks wanted his kids to be strong, and claimed they could use a little cold. Ivy wasn't at home yet either. She and Jenks were off on another run, working together, while I stayed at home. It was always like this lately. They would go off on their next new adventure while I was stuck her waiting for them, how pathetic. Hopefully, after tonight that would change.
After I finished my shower I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 8 o'clock. My blood felt like it was on fire, and my stomach felt heavy. Anticipation began to hit me, and I wasn't even dressed yet. I went to my underwear drawer and pulled out a black lace bra and panty set that I'd picked specifically for tonight. As I slid on my panties and bra goose bumps erupted all over my arms and legs. I began to shiver lightly as I finished pulling up the straps of my bra. I had a bit of a struggle pulling up my pants, but it was well worth it. They were so tight it was sinful. The silk of my top felt like the gentlest caresses as I slid it over my torso. The green of my top made my eyes look so eerie and startling. To accent the look, I added some black eyeliner and mascara. I put on some socks then put on my boots. They were perfect. Loose on my toes so I had a little wiggle room, but tight at the top so they molded to my calves. All together, my outfit made me look elegant and soft. Usually I abhored how pale and washed out my skin looked, but not tonight. Tonight it looked just right, with my shoulders bared and my neck free for eyes and lips to wander. Although I loved the bared shoulders, I was realistic. It was nearly winter, and I was no fool. I looked through my closet and found a leather jacket that used to belong to Kisten. Just touching it made me think of him, but that was a good thing. It helped give me confidence tonight. I imagined Kisten with his fake accent appraising me, looking me up and down. I knew he would approve. With that, I was finally dressed. Now, with the addition of the waist length leather jacket, not only did I look elegant, but dangerous. It was sexy, exciting, and perfect for me.
I drove down to a place called Fang. I could feel and hear the thump of the music from outside so I knew this place must be popular. As I stepped inside I was hit with the smell sweat all around me. Disgusting, perfect. There was a huge dance floor in the center of the room, and on the left side a moderate sized bar. In the front of the room a dj stood with his equipment . The music playing sounded like a mix between techno and house, perfect music to dance to. I walked to the bar and took a seat near the middle. I asked the bar tender for two shots of vodka, a little liquid courage was just what I needed. When I got my drink I immediately took the shots one after the other, no hesitation. I stayed at the bar for about 10 until the shots started kicking in, then I made my way to the dance floor. I pushed my way through the crowd until I reached the middle, and then I began to move my body. Now, I don't usually dance. It's not because I don't like dancing, it's quite the opposite, but because I can't. But this, I could do. Just moving my body to the rhythm and feeling the beat pulsing through me, it was almost like sex. Just riding the beat, sometimes slow and soft, at other times fast and staccota. I was getting lost in the music, and it felt good. It felt so good that I almost didn't notice the hand that began creeping around my waist from behind me. For a second I thought about jumping away, but even this slight touch felt good. Everything felt so good. The music, the pelvis pushed against my butt, the hand gliding their way up my body. When I felt those hand reaching for my breast, I stopped them just below, and held them there with my own. I could feeling that the skin of the hand were soft, and that the fingers were skinny and long. The nails were long, but not too long. We continued grinding against each other for a little while longer until the curiosity became too much for me. I had to see this mystery person's face. I turned around and for a second I was afraid of what I would find. I don't know why, but a part of me feared that when I turned around this mystery person would be gone. The first thing I saw was brown hair. Not the typical dark brown, but a brown so light it looked like caramel. Next I noticed the tan skin that led way to red plump lips. Last, was her eyes. They were grey and so deep I was afraid I was drowning. She smiled and my attention once again went to her lips. When her pink tongue peeked out to lick her bottom lip I almost died. Her tongue was so red it almost looked odd. We didn't even talk to one another. We just stood there chest to chest and resumed rubbing against one another. Her breasts were so soft but firm against mine, and her nipples, oh god, her nipples were hard and stiff. I could hear her breath begin to come in pants as the beat speed up. By now we were practically humping one another, but it felt so good there was no room for shame. Her hand, the one with the long, skinny fingers slid up my arm until it cupped the back of my neck. I felt her fingers lightly play with the hair at the nape of my neck until they slid upwards and tugged at my hair. She stared into my eyes for a few seconds and then slowly her lips descended onto my own. I was a little hesitant at first. Although I was relieved that I was attracted to her( a part of me feared that the only woman I could feel attraction to was Ivy), I still didn't know if I was ready to go this far yet. But, tonight was about trying new things, and this was definitely new. The first touch of her lips felt soft but sure. As her lips melded to my own and began to move confidently against mine I couldn't hold back a moan. This person, this woman, made me feel wanted. She made me feel desired and powerful. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her tighter against me. I could feel the slight muscles in her back as her body tightened at my touch. The kiss became more intense as she sucked on my tongue that had traveled inside her mouth. I bit her bottom lip, then licked it to soothe the pain. She looked into my eyes again and smirked, giving me a glimpse of shiny, sharp teeth. My heart skipped a beat. I mentally ran over all the dangers associated with vampires and all of her instincts I had triggered. She must have heard this because her smirk widened. When she spoke I tightened my grip on her shoulders. She said, "Are you scared now, little lamb?", like it was the most casual question in the world. I was scared, so scared that this sexy woman made my heart beat faster not only out of fear, but out of desire.
"Well you should be", she continued, "But I won't bite. Not until you beg for it".
With that she grabbed my hips and ground our pelvises together. I choked out a moan at the friction her actions caused. She looked into my eyes again and I could sense the danger, but I knew she wouldn't harm me. This time I grabbed the back of her head and roughly began to kiss her. The kiss was all teeth and tongue( my teeth of course). She sucked my bottom lip as I forced my tongue between her lips and licked the top of her mouth. She shivered and abruptly broke the kiss. When I looked at her again I noticed her pupils were dilated, and she was breathing heavily.
"What's your name lamb?" she asked
"Rachel" I said in an out of breath voice. My voice sounded so breathy that I was almost embarrassed, but she smiled that smile that was more like a smirk so I knew she liked the effect she had on me.
"Well Rachel, I am Aria", she said in her rough, yet smooth voice. I could hear a faint accent, but I couldn't place where she was from.
"Nice name, I said, "where are you from"?
She smiled, a real one this time, and told me she was born in Marsala, a city on Sicily.
Aria led me back to the bar area and ordered us both drinks. She asked the bartender for 4 vodka shots and we did two more each. The conversation that flowed between us wasn't news worthy, but it felt good. It felt good to finally get out there and talk to someone who wasn't out to kill me, or knew my life's story. When the night came to an end we shared another hot, heart pounding kiss. I was surprised neither of us pushed for more. After we both had been so aggressive in our dancing, I admit, I expected something different for tonight. Something more along the lines of at her place, on her bed, drinking her coffee in the morning. But I wasn't disappointed. This just showed me that this wasn't going to be a one night stand. I wasn't in love, but maybe someday. Maybe like Ivy, I could move on and be happy too. We exchanged numbers with promises to call, and I walked back to my car. The drive back home was mostly silent, the silence broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of my tires going over a pothole.
When I got to the church it was 11 o'clock and Ivy was already home. I had left her a note on the fridge explaining that I would be out and not to worry, but I could tell she had waited up for me.
"How was your night", she said with an eerie look on her face.
"It was actually pretty good", I told her.
She kept looking from my eyes to my neck and back again. Finally when I couldn't take the awkward silence anymore I asked her what her problem was.
"Problem? There's no problem. I'm just wondering where and how long. Where did they bite you Rachel? I can smell the vampire pheromones all over you, and obviously it wasn't on the neck." She spat with venom in her voice.
"Woah, hold on there. What are you talking about? Nobody bit me" I answered incredulously " I only went out dancing and had a few drinks".
"Dancing with a vampire? Are you trying to get yourself killed Rachel? Is this all a game to?" She asked me as if I were a child she was chastising.
"No it's definitely not a game. I just wanted to have some fun for once. So I went out, and had some fun. While I was out, yeah I met somebody, and yeah that somebody happened to be a vampire. But not all vampires are bad Ivy. God! I shouldn't have to explain this to you! You, of all people should know this." I exclaimed.
She seemed to visibly deflate at this. For a few more moments more awkward silence followed as we stared in each others' eyes until she looked down and went back to clicking around on her computer. I was relieved when that was the end of the conversation. I didn't know how Ivy would react once she saw who it was. It wasn't Aria herself I was worried about, but the fact the she was a woman. A part of me wanted Ivy to be shocked or even jealous, but another part of me was worried about hurting Ivy. Either way, I was hoping the two wouldn't cross paths for a long, long time.