OWENOCITY
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Night 3
Night 3
"So, these are the options."
"Wow, you really did your homework."
"I tried. I wish I could do better."
"I think you did great. Drink?"
Man!
"God, you're seventeen!"
"Oh please. Like you never drank before your 21.”
Good point.
“And it doesn't make a tiny bit of sense anyway. In France people can drink since 16."
Wow. That’s the French for ya.
Still, Bloody Mary? Kinda strong.
Plus, yuck!
"Ok, but how on Earth do you do that? He didn't even ask for I.D.!"
"Oh, that guy, he knows me. We hang out. Think he's got a crush."
No wonder.
Did I say that out loud?
Do they teach that smile?
Gotta give props to the red lipstick too.
Gee, who knew I'd—
“So, about that drink?”
“I’m fine, thanks. Anyway, back to business."
"Yeah… Detectives are out for me. Too many cons. Singing demon - too weird."
"No, no, you gotta sing to this demon and he sort of tells your fortune."
"Whatever. It's just-- I'm trying to get rid of demons chasing me, not run straight into the lair of one."
"Well, it's not so much of a lair as it is a karaoke bar--"
"Ok, now you are making this up."
"Haha, no. They say, there's this place where all these creatures hang out, some people too--"
"I've had enough of creatures, plural, thank you very much."
Ok, so this is the kind of behavior I don't get.
Will check it out on my own then, one of these days. Nights.
After I save the damsel in distress.
Oh, and after I get this anniversary thingy out of the way.
Why are some people like this?
I'd rather be the One
It's bright impossibility
To dwell—delicious—on
I would definitely rather.
"We'll just do the spell for starters, ok? And if that doesn't help - we'll see."
Aww.
wonder how the fingers feel
Whose rare—celestial—stir—
Evokes so sweet a Torment—
Such sumptuous—Despair—
Get a grip dude.
Not that way.
"Owen?"
"Sorry, what?"
"I said, do they even work?"
"Who?"
"Spells."
"Oh yeah. I mean, if you do everything right, they work."
"Cool. We can do it tonight. My place or yours?"
Uh-oh. Spell, huh? My place or yours--
That'll end well.
So sweet a torment, dammit.
"I didn't get any supplies. You need your rabbit's feet and virgin's saliva, you know."
Wonder if you are--
Of course not.
"Just kidding. But we do need some stuff. I'll get it tomorrow."
Hell.
"Um, no, not tomorrow. Kinda busy tomorrow. Next day, ok?"
"Ok sure. I just hope I'm going to be there to see it."
"You will."
Silky.
Silk.
"You just, you know, stay put."
"So you're not going to see me tomorrow at all?"
"Sorry, I can't. But please promise me you won't go anywhere. I'll be worried as hell."
"I guess I can do that."
"And even during the day, if you need to go somewhere, take crosses with you, just in case. A whole bunch of them. Placed within reach and in all the strategic places. Here, I brought some. That'll repel them, give you some time."
"You're so thoughtful."
"Here."
"It's ok really, I got plenty at home."
Really?
"Go with the look."
"Oh."
Sumptuous. That's what you are.
Despair? The night's still young.
Day 3
Day 3
It was supposed to be their day. But it wasn't. How could it be, when all he could think of were the red lips on the white face, red lips, and red drink climbing up the straw, to touch them. Sharp quick tongue licking off some stray drop.
"Gosh, I wish all the food in the world was ice cream."
He looked at Loona. Her tongue was, too, licking off a stray drop.
"Yeah, it's great."
And the grey eyes framed by black lashes, their deep - magnifying - inviting - gaze. And the danger. The pumping pulse. The adrenaline rush. Did he even want this girl to get rid of her pursuers? All he gotta do is follow her. He won't even have to seek trouble out. It will find him.
Black silk on white silky skin.
"Here, try mine. It's divine."
Forcing out a smile, he took the sweet creamy stuff off her spoon.
"Divine it is. No kidding."
"Gimme yours."
He did. Slowly she took his spoon in her mouth and slowly she let it back out again. She closed her eyes and made a moaning sound.
"I could die right now and not even care."
And her cool touch on his hand and her face - so close.
How long do you have to wait after an anniversary to break up and without being, you know, rude? She's no longer what he needs. He was very lucky to find her, true. She showed him things and took him places. She taught him stuff. But he couldn't share his other life with her. She wouldn't understand. She was all about wicca good, and love the earth, and women power. She was close, but not close enough. Margo, on the other hand, was closer. Sure, she didn't express a desire to go mix with the nasties, but she had this aura around her, a completely different energy. And seems to-- They'll do the spell, and he'll see. It's often like that, for some reason. He'll see. And he'll touch. And he'll taste.
Oh boy. Owen exhaled. Didn't help. Loona came into his misty stare. She was stroking his hand, watching him, smiling.
"I love it how you can suddenly retreat into your own world and then reemerge, as if from underwater."
He exhaled again. Didn't help either.
"You know what I was thinking about?"
"Thrill me."
"There's still a present to be unwrapped."
"Oooh, I like that train of thought."
"Then let's get going."
And get going they did, with Loona positioned strategically in front of Owen.
Loona emerged from the bathroom wearing something which brought a whole new dimension to the little black dress phenomenon. Of course, the accessories counted too. It was all in place - the purple feather neckpiece, the low cut, the lace, the elbow-length gloves, the fishnet stockings, the high heels. And of course, it was also all wrong. Imitating as best as she could a stripper's walk, Loona approached him, saddled his lap.
"And here's you present, baby. Wanna unwrap it?"
But it was all wrong. The neckpiece lay, abandoned, on the floor, a few disattached feathers spread around it and a few - on the bed. The latex corset and skirt were on the chair where Loona had carefully placed them after they were done and were going to sleep. The two darkly glimmering things looked very much out of place in this room. Wonder, what's her room look like? It might be banal and dreary. Or it might be fascinating and different, and reflect the personality of its owner. He didn't want to think that Margo's room might have Justin Timberlake posters or something in it. Or any posters at all, for that matter. But the girl has a style, there's no way there's going to be posters. Next to him, Loona rolled over. She was wearing nothing, but the covers concealed all the good stuff. He thought about how thin she was. How he always could feel her ribs when he'd run his hands along her sides. He used to like it, not one day ago - he liked it. Now he kept imagining how that silky voluptuous flesh would feel. Owen was restless. He'd been lying there for the last four hours, slipping in and out of uneasy slumber, haunted by memories and phantasies. Come to think of it, he knew practically nothing about her. He looked at the girl beside him. Carefully, he climbed out of bed. She kept sleeping peacefully. He grabbed his clothes. He only knew, he needed a release, he couldn't just stay at home and snore away like some dumb Joe regular.
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you — Nobody—too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! They'd banish us—you know!
Night 4
Night 4
So. Dumbass. Which apartment?
Fuck.
Of course, there's phone, but--
Dammit.
Come on, night folk, ou te caches-tu?!
Never a demon around when you need one.
Well, it's just a matter of time, and we both know it.
What if she wakes up and I'm not there? Huh.
Hey, I actually could use a beer. Or a Bloody Mary.
Yuck, just how does she drink that stuff?
I wonder if regular goth chicks go for us normal people?
Probably not.
Gee. Also, can be hard to tell chicks from roosters. Jesus.
Go on, pal, nothing to stare at.
Guess I do stick out like a sore thumb.
And the funniest thing, yeah, they do stick out.
"Vodka-tonic."
Did you all lose both parents or what? I mean, what's your problem?
Ugh, that must have hurt.
"Thanks."
Wait a minute.
Is it or is it not?
Sure looks like her.
Fuck.
And fuck. Does she have a death wish?
Don't we all.
But--
The guy seems to have a hell of a time.
Girl must be good. French and all.
Lucky bastard.
Did the French really invent the French kiss?
Hi honey, I'm home.
God, you're beautiful.
"Look, I know, but I'm here with company."
"Yeah, I caught the show."
"Uh, that guy? Forget about it, he's drunk."
Like you aren't.
"You seem to have had a few yourself."
Giggling just doesn't go with that look.
Or does it?
"Come on, just how many Bloody Mary's do you have in you?"
"Dude, none!"
Dude?
"That charmer right there, he treated me to something way better."
"He looks so out of it, by the way"
"I think he passed out."
It doesn't and it does, it's all very strange.
And gosh, you're beautiful.
You might actually be glowing.
"Poor guy."
"Well, he's had his, I've had mine."
And you sure are wasted.
"Do you wanna get out for some fresh air?"
"Yeah, why not."
Ahh, that skin, how I missed you.
There's definitely no bra under there.
"You're not even wearing a cross."
"But I'm here with friends. I'm never alone. In fact, what are you doing here? Didn't you say you were busy?"
"I was, but then I--Then I thought I'd take a walk."
"I don't think a night club qualifies as a walk."
"The night club came after the walk didn't bring any satisfaction."
"So are you now?"
"What?"
"Satisfied?"
"No, not yet."
Oh God.
Oh God Oh God Oh God.
You might have not invented it, but you sure as hell--
--know how--
--perfection--
--tasty--
Oh God.
"Now?"
"Getting there."
Oh God.
"Now. Officially."
Oh God.
"Glad I could help."
Well, that was something new.
"Oh God, I've never done something like this before."
Thump thump thump.
Oh God, can I even walk?
"I think I should sit down."
Chill. Chill.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
"You're cute."
Doesn't that sound patronizing.
"Thanks. I might need a minute here."
Well, talk about feeling alive, huh?
"Sure, suit yourself. In fact, if you wanna go some place more comfortable--"
"Oh, do I ever."
Ok, legs, work. Heart, chill. Hands, don't tremble.
"Come here."
Can't believe I've done it.
With her.
Right here.
"That was the most tripping experience of my life."
"It's not over yet."
"No?"
"Come on."
"So. Finally you're here, huh?"
And let me tell you, it doesn't disappoint.
"It looks amazing."
"Aww, thank you, baby."
"Wow, that must be every expensive."
"Yeah, I like pretty things."
So your parents must have left you quite a fortune.
"That's why I like you."
Haha.
"I don't know if I'll be in the right place among all these."
"Sure you will. And I have just the right place for you."
Just how seductive a girl can be at such a young age?
I don't remember our girls being like that.
Ahh, so nice to lie down.
This could be a start of something entirely new and exciting.
"I bet you have a girlfriend."
Uh-oh. That.
"Why?"
"Of course you do."
"Why are you so sure?"
"So how did you learn about vampires and stuff?"
Ok. This subject I like a lot more.
"Uh. You know. Circumstances. Got into a situation."
"Like me?"
What's so funny?
"Kinda."
"And you decided to fight evil?"
Ok, I can see how that's funny.
"Nah. It's just, it was this near-death situation, and you know how people often get this whole change of perspective thing, and that's what it was for me."
Hey girl, that's some intimate stuff, what's so goddamn f--
"And, are you getting a new perspective right now?"
"Well, I'm not in a near-death situation now, am I?"
"You sure as hell are."
What?
Fuck!
"Fuck!"
"Been there, done that."
"But-- "
Oh my fucking God!
"You got yours, now it's time to give me mine."
"But-- I--"
--saved you! From vampires!
"Did they get you? When did they turn you? Last night? God, I'm so sorry--"
"Aww, don't be, you fluffy little puppy, you."
Oh God, I'm so sorry.
I'm a total failure.
But how do I get out of this?
My stuff's too far.
"Easy, easy, puppy. No sudden movement. Might have to put you on a leash."
"Ok, ok, I'll-- be still."
Thump thump thump.
I just had sex with a vampire?
Most tripping experience ever? No kidding.
Thump thump thump.
The important thing is not to die.
My life closed twice before its close
But I don't want it to close!
Gotta distract her! Or something.
Thump thump thump.
Just don’t stutter.
"So how does it feel? Being a vampire?"
"Wonderful. But don't get me wrong, it's nothing new to me."
"What do you mean?"
"It was all a game, you silly puppy. Girl gotta keep herself entertained."
Oh man!
"But I--?"
"What, saved me?"
Ok, laugh, of course, I deserve it.
On the other hand, how the hell should I have known?!
"So you - just wanted to play?"
"Uh-huh."
"Why?"
"Tja... No reason. You came along, all knight in shining amour. It was fun. Plus, you know, I wanted to see how long it'd take to break you?"
"Break me? Like a horse?"
"You're right, bad metaphor. Domesticate you."
Ha fucking ha.
"And now that you have..."
"I don't know. I guess this is the part where I give you a choice?"
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me.
THE END