Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Suspense
Pairing: Paul/Bella
Prompt: both
Words: 503
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the characters therein. I'm just playing with them.
A/N: Major shout out to Jarms for the awesome picture that has plagued my mind this entire week for a good story coupled with the statement and I bring to you the story that's been brewing for days.
La Push's
A night with the local wildlife Masquerade
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2015
The Tribal Center
8:00PM - MIDNIGHT
COSTUMES & MASKS REQUIRED
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SCENE: Dense forest filled the Tribal Center. Dirt and leaves littered the floor. The moon peeked through the canopy pulsing in time with the music.
MUSIC: Camouflaged speakers placed strategically throughout the forest optimizing the acoustics forcing the music to move through and wrapping around the dancers in an erotic embrace.
BREATHE.
She was dressed erotically conservative. A simple black dress with an open chest giving a peep - show at the swell of her breasts but no cleavage. Mid-thigh in length leaving the silky flesh of her legs exposed, glowing in the moon's strobe. A cape with a long train and high collar adorning her back. A sheer black mask across her eyes,
Long, spiraling brown hair grazed back and forth across her chest tickling, raising goose-flesh. Eyes closed, lips parted as she swayed her hips in time with the music. Teeth biting that lucious bottom lip. Teeth. Vampire fangs.
The crowd shifted. She was gone.
PULSE.
He was dressed dangerously sexy. An all black ensemble. A wolf's mask- the same color as his wolf: Silver- covering his face. The strobing light chopping his movements making him appear more dangerous. More deadly. More...sexy.
She watches him through lowered lashes. His predatory movements. His hungry gaze.
He disappears into the forest.
BREATHE.
She was dancing on another male; specifically, a wolf; not a brother, a fake wolf. Hackles rose, not a threat but equally insulting. Sharp straight white teeth behind a furious sneer. A deep growl muffled by the music. She dipped and circled her hips. The hunter possessive. The prey taunting, playing with fire.
He slinks into the shadows.
PULSE.
He, the hunter, becoming impatient. She, the prey, giving chase. She saw the growl, felt it vibrating his chest as if he were close. A shiver tickled her spin. She dipped and circled her hips on the nameless, faceless male. The catalyst in this game of wolf chases vampire. Fuel to the endless flame.
He fades into the shadows.
She escapes deeper into the crowd.
E/N: I write under a different pen name on Tricky Raven. Thank you!