Title: Alice Throws a Halloween Party
Characters/Pairings: Angela, Emmett ; Emmett/Angela
Author's Notes: For TunaSaladSonnet. No, I couldn't think of a good title.
He was watching the punch swirl around his glass, smirking at the unsavory tang of vodka, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Angela Weber, mostly shadow in the dim light, illuminated here and there by streams of flashing neon. He might not have recognized her if not for her height and her scent.
"Sorry to bother you," she said, tugging at the hem of her obscenely short skirt. "Do you have a t-shirt I could borrow? A big one?"
He nodded and cleared a path through the dancing guests. He'd wanted to say "wait here" but his voice was caught somewhere in his throat. Humans should not be allowed to bare so much flesh; the honey sting of her blood was painfully intoxicating. Her heels knocked awkwardly against the wood as they ascended the stairs and went to his room.
"Thanks," she said, after he'd dug quickly through his dresser and tossed her an old Redskins jersey. In the full light of his room, he couldn't help but stare: modest Angela wearing a skirt that barely kissed her thighs, a top so tight it looked like it was trying to strangle her out of her skin, and heels that had her almost eye-level.
She blushed, clumsily pulling on jersey. It hung loosely from her shoulders, swaying around her legs past the skirt's hem.
"It was Jessica's idea," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and working off the shoes. She grimaced as one slide off her calloused ankle. "I wanted to come as Darth Vader but she said, 'Oh no, you think that will make Ben jealous?' and I said, 'I don't want to make Ben jealous,' and then she wouldn't let me leave until I put on the stupid cheerleader outfit. I don't even like the Braves."
She pulled the other shoe off, sneering as she took her foot between her hands. A streak of blood wiped onto her palm and she asked, "Do you have a band-aid?"
He didn't hear the words before the predator in him reacted. Between two heartbeats he had her pinned by her shoulders, teeth at her pale throat.
"What are you doing?" she breathed.
He struggled with the humanity inside his head, while his hands went down her arms, over her waist, to where the shirt had bunched at her hips. The warmth of her skin sent a jolt through him – and however briefly, the man won over the beast.
Emmett placed a quick, harsh kiss to her lips and was out the room in a blink.