A night by the Ocean... part 204:45 Feb 24 2005
Times Read: 852
As I sat in the window of the house I looked into the night sky. Seeing the starts burn bright. I began to miss my home, my family and even some of my friends. I know that I could never see them. I stayed far far away from the area of town that they all went into. There would be no suitable way for me to explain why I had just up an left. I am sure they think I ran away by now. I chuckle to myself as the thought of going home and busting in the door saying "Mom... Dad.. I'm home and guess what I'm a vampire." I shake my head and fiddle with the tie on my dress. I didn't have any resent me Layvon for making me into what I am today. I have dealt with that. He never exactly told me why. Then again I have never directly asked either. In my mind he did it because he didn't want to live without me. Well, that's in my own perfect world. I am sure there is other reasons. I am just scared to know for sure.
I sat there in silence for over an hour. The sun has just set into the great beyond so I have all night to achieve what I need to achieve. Which is basically to feed. Tonight I think I will do something out of the norm. Maybe walk along the streets and gaze at people. I haven't been out to admire the living in a long time. They fascinate me. I look at them and think...Did I used to do the same thing? Did I act like that? Was I always that unaware of my surroundings? People tend to let their guard down when they are in the city night life. They feel as though nothing can harm them. I chuckle. I can always feel it in the younger crowd. The kids that are my age. Well, my human age. Some of them I can read their mind. But only if their guard is down. Its very easy to read the ones that have had a few drinks that night or on some kind of drug. Their guard is totally down then. I can see what they think or even what their next move is. Some of them I have even controlled to an extent. I only like to feed on the pretty ones. I can be fussy as to who I want to feed on. There is still so much of the world I have yet to explore. If I see one that I am craving to feed from. Then I will plant suggestions into their mind to lure them to me. I have to practice. With age I will get better at achieving this while they are completely sober. But right now this is the easiest for me to learn with.
I stop thinking for a moment and realize how silent the house is without Layton around. He has been out of town for a week. Somewhere over in Paris I believe. He was very animated about leaving suddenly and all I could catch of him leaving was something to do with money ... death ... and a home. I do miss him. Its awkward being alone for so long. I am used to doing things on my own for a night. At some point we meet up either at the house or out amongst the people. But to come home and not find him here is rather odd to me. I have forgotten a few times that he is not here and came in either calling his name or searching the house for him. Then it suddenly hits me that he is abroad. He has not called or written. So I sit here and hope that everything is all right. That someone didn't find out what he really is and do away with him. That's is probably just my vampire concern. The little twinge of fear that there will be someone that knows or someone that will want to harm either one of us. Most of the time its easy to make them forget that they have even met us or have even been somewhat close to us. I am sure that's a little difficult for Layton and because I don't really know the whole extent of his trip, it probably can't happen like that. I will find out soon enough though. Hopefully he returns home soon. I get up from my perch at the window and walk down the hallway to my bedroom. The only sound in the house is my feet softly hitting the wooden floors. Its comforting to hear some kind of sound ring throughout the house. Keeps me somewhat at ease.
I finally reach the double doors to my bedroom and push them open. The room is totally dark. I find the light switch and flip it. A soft dull light shines throughout the room. I make my way to the closet, tapping my finger upon my lip as I try to think of what to wear. Its Friday night. I know the crowds will be younger. College kids that are flocking to the hot spots of the clubs and bars. As I go through my cloths I remember that there is a new gothic club that has opened about a month ago. I have been wanting to check it out. Might feel a little like home. I laugh softly at the thought of the people.
After ransacking my closet I finally figure out what to wear. I slide on my fishnets, with a short black skirt, black corset, long black jacket and knee high boots. I begin to fiddle with my hair and pin it up and throw some makeup on. Not that I really need to pale my skin down because I am pale already, darken my eyes down, and I am on my way.
Before I get out of the house I make a quick sweep through it for piece of mind. Just to make sure that nothing is out of place or some young kids didn't get nosey and try to sneak in. A few times at night I have heard the laughter of adolescence running from the yard. Nothing serious, but it never hurts to be cautious.
A little while later I am walking the streets of downtown. The streets are alive with the laughter of people, the smell of liquor and the annoyance of young drunk girls as they laugh with overly loud giggles. The lights are overly bright to my eyes so I have on a pair of dark sunglasses. Any kind of light bothers me. Even bright lamps. I hear the normal cat calls as I stroll by a group of guys.
"Hey Baby! Nice Ass!!"
I turned around suddenly. I am in a playful mood tonight. I walk towards three guys. One is about 6'5 with blonde hair and brown eyes. He looks to weigh about 260. Another guy had deep blue eyes with brown hair, about 5'10, not as attractive as his buddy. Then the third guy, now this one I would have dated if I were still mortal, Was 6'1 had dark brown hair with highlights and shocking green eyes. When I approached them they lowered their laughter and stared at me with smiles on their faces.
"He's the one that said it," the 6'5 guy pointed to the guy with the shocking green eyes.
I strolled over to him and ran my finger up his chest. Looking at him with a sultry smile.
"You think I have a nice ass, huh?" I slowly lowered my sunglasses down to reveal my clear green eyes. Our eyes met. I could feel him growing uneasy with my touch. I laugh softly. His smile starts fade. I run my hand up to his neck and bring his ear down to me and I hiss "If you only knew my dear, that I hold you life in my hands at this moment, I am sure you wouldn't even of thought about saying that to me"
I brushed my soft lips against his ear. He shivered as I let go. The guys stopped laughing as I turned to walk away. I looked over my shoulder. They stood staring at me in amazement. I laughed and blew them a kiss and continued on walking to my destination.
I finally came to the front of the club. Its name was Black Hole. The doors looked like rod iron cemetery gates. The front of the building was made out of stone. Just like entering a strange cemetery at night. The door man hustled me inside. The inside was breath taking. The walls were totally black. the bar sat in the center of the club and it was shaped like a coffin. Above the bar velvet blood red material was draped over black steel bars. The floor was black and white tile, blood red velvet material was also draped on the walls like curtains. Chandlers made the lights dimly dance on the peoples pale faces. Few tall tables and leather covered bar chairs lined the wall. Along with black faint couches. The dance floor was at huge. The stage draped with black and red curtains. The black tiled floor glistened as the colored lights spun around on the stage. Smoke billowed from the back of the stage. The dance floor then sunk down 3 steps. Surrounded by another gate and 2 cages on each side of the stage. Off to my right was another room The entrance stood a Big tall man. A curtain door of red and black covered it. I heard someone say it was the V.I.P room. Curiosity got the best of me. I strolled over to the door man.
He smiled at me and pulled the curtain back. I winked at him and continued. This room was very interesting. The walls were painted a deep blood red. Black velvet material draped along the ceiling. Black carpet covered the entire floor. Black and red Pillows thrown all over. They were made of satin and velvet. Short tables were scattered along the floors. Even a few black couches.
This room was not filled with that many people. I am thankful for my great vision. I could see with the very dim lighting. People lay unto of one another. I could see some making out heavily. Others were sucking upon others necks. There was no blood being passed. I could smell the sweet smell from a mile away and this place was defiantly dry. I made my way back to the main part of the club. Interlacing through people, trying to find my way to the bar. The club had suddenly got packed. It filled up with gothic looking people. Mostly all were dressed in some kind of black garb. Some had on fake fangs and had applied white makeup to make themselves look dead. I arrived to the bar and found a vacant seat.
"May I get you something to drink?" the bartender asked me.
"A glass of wine, please, monsieur"
The bartender had bright blue hair with leather pants on and a tight red shirt. Chains and spikes dangled from his neck, wrists, and pants.
He placed my glass of wine in front of me. I shoved some money at him.
The night went on and I watched people move amongst the crowd. I also watched them dance, sit and drink. I got up to walk around. I was minding my own business when out of the corner of my eye I seen a girl. I did a double take she was beautiful. She had long straight blue-black hair. With steel gray eyes. She was about 5'9. She was stunning. She wore a shirt made of black lace with bell sleeves. Her skirt flowed around her platform boots. I couldn't stop staring at her. I stood in place for almost a minute. Her eyes met mine for a moment and she smiled. I thought it was a figment of my imagination but her front teeth were slightly sharp. I thought someone tapped me on my shoulder so I looked behind me.
When I went to turn around the mystery lady was gone. I searched high and low for her all through the entire bar. She was no where to be found. I decided to make my way home for the evening.
I finally arrived at the door. I made my way into my bedroom. Threw my jacket on the chair and took my boots off. Then sprawled across my bed. Where I drifted off to sleep thinking about the mysterious beauty in the club. The women I knew I had to meet...
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