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Beautiful Tragedies
Chapter one: The meeting
The pretty and desperate flocked here by the dozens. They shed their
awkward skins of day and became different people. The lights made
their skin shimmer with uncertain pigment; night could not catch them.
Heat flowed from their bodies and filled the small room, bodies
gyrated and thrashed against each other; even the least popular person
here could leave with a partner.
Tempting the beautiful butterflies was the deceptively perfect
predator. He'd bare his teeth in a smile and his eyes would flash
hungrily. Alluringly. And they were allured. Always.
'What's your name?' They'd say coyly, fluttering their eyelashes and
subtly sticking out their chests. Such easy, willing prey. Handed to
him on a silver platter.
Tonight he moved throughout the room, looking for another victim.
Choices, choices. Soon though, he'd found his winner.
"Hey."
She jumped slightly, surprised by his low, attractive voice in her
ear. She turned towards him and smiled lightly at him.
"Hey, handsome."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"You could. But we both know why you're here. Why don't you just ask
me?" He smirked and stepped closer, slipping an arm around her waist.
"You want to get out of here?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
His fangs bit through her neck like butter. They ripped and tore at
the delicate flesh, and the hot, salty sweet blood poured into his mouth,
filling him up.
Damning him for eternity.
He yowled and let go of her. She fell, unconscious, onto a pile of
garbage bags. He bent and checked her pulse.
Thump. Thump. Still alive.
He could fix that. So quickly she wouldn't even notice I'd was
happening. He could take her head in his hands and with just a snap of
his wrist, putting the ravaged thing out of her misery.
The guilt, the humanity ripped through him. He bit back another scream
of pain and let go of the girl's head. He sat and held his pulsing,
throbbing temple in his hands.
He walked away.
"Buffy, what to you think of this one?"
A pretty red haired girl twirled, her long, black formal dress flaring
out flirtatiously.
"Looks good, Willow. I think this might be The One." Buffy answered,
twisting a strand of her honey colored hair around a long finger,
appraising her friend's attire.
Willow smiled excitedly, clapping her hands in glee.
"Do you think Xander will like it too?" she asked, flushed and
suddenly timid.
Buffy laughed gaily at her friend's distress. "Will, if his jaw
doesn't drop the second he sees you in that, then I will eat my own
stake." She patted her black leather purse confidently, her hand
briefly touching the light outline.
"Well, I don't know. It doesn't make me look slutty, does it?" Willow
asked nervously, looking at herself in the mirror again.
Buffy rolled her eyes and got up from the chairs placed in the
dressing rooms. She walked over to Willow and laid a comforting and on
her shoulder. "Willow, do friends let friends go to prom slutty?"
"I guess not. I just want him to like it so much!"
"He does like you. He just hasn't noticed you're a girl yet. Which of
what this gorgeous dress will take care of next week."
"Thanks, Buffy. So, what are you doing tonight?"
She grimaced and glanced back at her bag again, the outline somehow
more defined from far away.
"Patrolling."
She plunged the stake directly into the bloodsucking demon's heart. Or
whatever it was they had there.
A furiously angry and evil expression passed over his snarling face
before he burst into dust. Buffy blinked her eyes in irritation as
some particles made their way under her eyelids.
"Great." she said sarcastically, wiping dejectedly at her eyes, "I've
got vampire in my eyes."
A rustle of leaves caught her attention. She stopped rubbing her eyes
and scanned the area around her. Not to the left, not to the right,
not below, not above, so it must be...
"Behind you." whispered a voice in her ear tauntingly.
She lashed out aggresively with her right arm, effectively pushing him
off of her. She turned and eased into her fightig stance, bouncing
lightly on the balls of her feet as she waited for her assailant to
get up.
"Relax, sweetheart, I'm not lying your pile of glitter over there."
"Oh? I don't see much that's different."
"Well it's not going to be a physical difference, now is it? Think
again, dear slayer." He gracefully got up from the ground and dusted
himself off.
"I give up. And if you don't tell me right now then I'm going to put
your ashes in a vase with your friend over there and keep you on my
mantle."
He stepped closer to her and smirked cockily as he answered her threat
nonchalantly.
"My name is Angel. And I have a soul."
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