Fear!

Quick piece inspired by my recent trip to Kingswood Activity centre for the Year 8 School Residential...

Fear overwhelmed me.  I shuffled to the edge and looked down.  Big mistake!  My legs were like jelly; could I really go through with this?  I looked over the edge again, the floor seemed so far away.  Taking a deep breath I attempted to calm my fear.  I shuffled slowly right towards the edge, my toes hanging over the edge, preparing to jump.  Was the ground shaking on was it just me?  Taking another deep breath I stood up tall, stretched out my arms and closed my eyes.  My whole body shook with fear, all the muscles and I was sure that now, even my bones were shaking.  Opening my eyes I took a final breath and held it in.  I could do this!  I stretched my arms back out where they and begun to drop in the air in front of me.  I could do this!  I blew out the breath and I jumped!  The air rushed past me.  I was free; I was flying. 

Randomly written...

 

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Lightning struck and the inky purple sky lit up brightly.  As the light faded again the distant rumble of thunder sounded.  It was getting more aggressive each time it roared.  Silence fell again and everyone waited.  The much awaited storm was definitely getting closer, and quickly.  Next time the sky lit up with a perfect fork of brilliant white lightening.  Almost as soon as it had faded the thunder roared this time.  The trees quaked in its presence and the lack of the pouring rain and the eerie silence of no wind made the whole thing more creepy; like the proverbial eye of the storm.
This time everyone jumped.  The loud crack of thunder sounded directly above us as the whole sky lit up with several forks of lightening decorating the starless night sky.  Would the village survive the night??

Year 8 English Work

So, my Year 8 class were doing creative writing based on the novel Skellig.  They had just read the part where Michael had found the man in the garage for the first time and they had to write about the second time he went in the garage. It had to be written in first person perspective as if they were Michael and write using their senses; lesson objective was about description!
Well you know me... I had to have a go too :)

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I pushed aside the broken door and stepped inside.  The creak from the rusty old hinge echoed through the garage making it sound as spooky as it looked.  Cobwebs hung from the ceiling just like I remembered from last time and had accumulated years worth of dust they had been here that long.  I didn't like to imagine the size of the spiders that must call these fly traps their home.  Dead flies littered every surface possible, all covered in dust too.  On second thoughts maybe all the spiders had died years ago... Everything looked so undisturbed.  It was clear that I was the first person to dare to venture inside for a very long time. 

 

As I crept around the old furniture that was piled up hazardously in every available space I froze in my tracks.  I'd really hoped that it had been a trick of the light last time.  Peering carefully into the semi darkness I concentrated hard on the dark shadow propped up by the ornate wardrobe with the cracked and dirty mirror on one door.  Tiptoeing closer I squinted at it; it definitely looked like a man, but surely I was mistaken.  It appeared not to be breathing, but as I took the final step closer and bent down I heard the faint rattle as it took a breath.  He was alive! 

 

I fell backwards and landed with a bump on the dirty floor.  A cloud of dust rose around me making me cough, and as I shattered the deathly silence around me the man groaned and moved his head a little.  I sat in the dust and looked closely at him.  His face was chalky pale and dry, with large black bags under his eyes.  I'd never really understood that saying before but now I saw it clearly; the skin hung loosely and wrinkled at the corners of his eyes and the colour was a dark tinted purple.  His pale lips which were cracked and looked very painful were the only source of colour on his face and a thick layer of dust hid the inky black hair that surrounded his face, making him look gloomy. 

 

Shifting my position so that the tiny stream of daylight filtering through the broken window fell on his clothes.  I expected him to be wearing tatty old clothes, as if maybe was a homeless person who'd crawled in here and got stuck.  However I was incredibly surprised to see a dark suit clothing his frail body.  Granted it was very scruffy and torn in many places like he had been fighting and his shoes opened at the ends as if he'd been wearing them since he was my age, revealing his dirty toes. 

 

He began to turn his head towards me and his bones cracked like a skeleton.  I panicked, scrambling backwards in the filth, making the dust swirl around me again.  I bumped into a cupboard and got to my feet, escaping the garage as fast as physically possible.



Surely that hadn't just happened.  I rubbed my eyes, I had only imagined it!  Hadn't I?!

Sat in Isolation...

Sat covering Isolation at work and decided to write...  Its an existing character, can you work out who?

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The eerie atmosphere settled in around me as I stood on the corner waiting for him to arrive.  I checked my watch; ten minutes late.  Time was quickly slipping away and I began to worry again.  I felt the panic rising and my palms began to get sweaty, glancing up at the inky black sky I noted the moon glowing brightly, the stars scattered sparsely behind it.  It would be full in two days time.  Looking round again I felt a chill run up my spine as a shadow crossed the open doorway not far from where I stood.  I checked my watch again.  It was late, why was there an open door on a run of shops that all closed before five in an attempt for the staff to get home before the rush hour traffic took hold of the city. 

The distinct sound of footsteps drawing closer snapped me out of my thought process.  I fought the instinct to turn around, knowing that the only person that would be approaching me would be the man I was waiting for.

“Sorry I’m late.”  His now familiar husky voice murmured in my ear as he walked past me and turned to face me. 
“It’s ok.”  I replied, looking up to meet his beautiful brown eyes staring down at me in adoration. 
His eyes bore into mine as if he was searching my sole.  As he studied my face his hands crept up around my waist, pulling me in closer until I could feel the warmth emanating from his body.  I let my hands return the favour and I slid them up the front of his shirt to be greeted by a hard wall of muscle.  He kept in shape; there wasn’t really a way for him not to in his life style; in our lifestyle.  I was going to have to get used to saying that.
“What will happen to me?”  I whispered into the darkness, knowing that he would understand.
“You’ve no need to worry, I promise everything will be ok.  You trust me yeah?”  Was his reply.
Every time I had asked I got the same response.  That I had no need to worry.  That he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.  That I’d be ok.  I never questioned him, I always gave him the same answer.
“Of course I do.”

It didn’t stop me worrying though, and as we parted ways; not being able to be seen together just yet, I felt my heart sink a little more.  He kissed me goodbye and I watched him as he walked away, back the way he’d come and around the corner at the far end of the block.  I held back the tears as the fear I felt for the upcoming events began to build again and made my way back home; hoping that everything would be ok like he promised.

Inspired by the sea...

Sitting on the beach at North Landing in Flanborough and felt inspired by the peaceful scene in front of me...  Hoppe you enjoy! :)

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She sat on the rocks, her toes causing ripples in the calm ocean as she dangled her feet into the cool water, staring silently out to sea.  Her long, damp, wavy blonde hair swayed in the light breeze that drifted lazily through the secluded cove.  The only noises that disturbed the silence were the calls of the seagulls circling high above the cliffs. 

 

I wriggled my toes in the warm sand where I sat taking in the beautiful view.  The tall white cliffs on either side of the cove standing proudly with their green hats on.  Rocks of all shapes and sizes were scattered at their base, the enticing dark openings in the cliff faces daring me to go and explore. 

I looked back to the girl.  She hadn't moved; she still sat perched on the edge of the rocks, watching the tide slowly ebb further out to sea.  I sat quietly and watched her as she watched nature at its most wonderful. 

 

Looking sideways at the rusty old lifeboat I began to wonder what it would have been like in it's glory days.  The day dream captured my attention for a while as I imagined the boat stood with others like it, the paint work bright and shiny instead of the flaky dull mess that it was now.  This one hadn't moved in years, it was almost sad. 

The call of a seagull brought me back to reality.  The sun shone high in the sky ad I figured I should move.  I had somewhere to be.  I glanced out to sea one last time.  She still sat there, one leg now drawn up under her chin, the other still disturbing what was left of the water this far in land.  I wondered what her story was as I began the assent back up the old lifeboat ramp.  What was she doing?  What was she waiting for? 

 

I guess I'd never know...  I looked back as I made it to the top and scanned the line of rocks where shed been.  There was no sign of her now.  I smiled to myself as I turned away, realising my mistake.

Late night scribblings...

I sat in the corner, my back against the bright white walls that stretched out on either side of me.  The strip lighting on the ceiling high above me flickered and buzzed in the near silence that had settled in the room and now pressed in around me.  A glare from the tiny amount of sunlight streaming in through the single window on the wall opposite me bounced off the fresh white paint that surrounded me completely and fuelled the headache building behind my eyes.  I began to wonder how long it would last this time, whether it could be medicated away like the last one or whether this was the one that would stick.  Closing my eyes I brought my knees up and rested my forehead against them.
With my eyes closed the voices began to break through my carefully constricted walls in my mind.  What had been whispers before grew louder the longer I kept my eyes squeezed closed, slowly becoming clearer, one voice distinguished from another.  At the sound of an all too familiar voice I snapped open my eyes, my breathing coming faster. 

A light knock at the door interrupted my thought process and I heard the heavy metal lock scrape out of place and the creak of the door as it brushed the fluffy white carpet as it opened.  She came in, shuffling about on the heavy pile in the carpet, her white shoes making barely any noise.  Heading straight for the bed she straightened the thin cotton sheets and plumped the feather pillow before shuffling in my direction.  I turned my head only slightly, watching her as she approached me.  Her tight white dress clung to her overly curvy figure a little too tightly for my liking and she held out a small plastic beaker to me.  Quickly becoming impatient she shook the cup, making the two pills in the bottom rattle.  She huffed, long since having given up trying to converse with me.  I held open one hand, raising it in the air till it was about level with her waist and watched as she tipped the contents onto my palm.  One, a tiny bright orange pill intended to stabilise my mood and the other, a long capsule, half blue and half yellow, intended to keep me calm and rational rolled around gently on my hand as she shuffled off to fetch a glass of water.

I swallowed the pills and opened my mouth to prove they had gone.  The nurse had only fallen for that trick twice; I'd hidden them under my tongue but had nowhere to dispose of them, so it hadn't taken her long to find out.  Now she made me show her that I had in fact swallowed them.
She left the room, taking all noise with her, the loud bang of the heavy padded door echoing chaotically through the room.  I dipped my head again, I had no reason to move.  Seven months I'd been here  Seven months and twelve days they'd had me locked in this hell hole of a room.  I'd trusted my mother with my secrets, told her that I could talk to my dead sister.  I gave her what she'd been searching for, the knowledge that her little girl was safe, and how did she repay me?  I gave her some closure after a horrible time in our lives, and she traded that information for four padded white walls and a lock on my door.  Twenty four hours a day I was monitored by the little camera in the corner.  They called me crazy; said I couldn't be trusted with my own life.  I didn't call her 'mum' anymore, she didn't deserve that name after putting me in here.  She'd tried to put it right for the first few months, begged y forgiveness, said it was in my best interests, that she cared about me and wanted me to get better.  Get better?  Like I was ill, like I could be fixed.  For years I'd thought like that, for years I'd hoped it was something that was wrong with me and that it could be treated and it would go away.  Eventually I had grown to realise that I couldn't be fixed, that it wasn't going away.  From there it took a further three years to fully accept what was happening to me and how to use it to my advantage.  I was nearly nineteen now and I still hadn't mastered my gifts, or my curse depending on who you asked about my 'talents'. 

I'd finally accepted them last year after they had let me talk to my sister, let me know that she was ok and that she was at peace and when they'd given me access to a world that could foretell tragedy.  If I could use that information to cheat death, was it such a curse?  Or was it a way to stop my family from having to go through any more pain?
I had to get out of here.  I could help people.  I didn't belong cooped up in here I wasn't crazy.  Proving that whilst locked in a cell at the Institute for the Mentally Unstable wasn't going to be easy though...  But I had to do it, if not for me for my twin sister.  I owed her that much.  I would be free, for Anna-Marie, and for me! 

Tall, Dark and Dangerous

He commanded attention the minute he entered the spacious underground room.  Everyone seemed to stare; myself included!  The dim disco lights and flashing strobe lighting illuminated his broad figure as he glided across the dance floor towards the bar.  I shrunk back into my stool, letting the shadowy corner conceal my face.  As he approached the bar a stray light passed over him, revealing a handsome face and a body to die for.  His coffee coloured skin and dark black hair gave him a Latino look that made me glad I was sitting down, for my knees went weak.  His dark eyes looked cool and mysterious as he placed his hands flat on the bar and leant in to speak to the short red head behind the bar.  Her body language and girlish manner told me that he was flirting with her; and she was loving it.  She scuttled away an returned minutes later with his drink and a black serviette to place it on.  From here the neat liquor in the short round tumbler looked like Brandy, but could just have easily been a rich Whiskey.  The bar had plenty of choice after all. 

I looked again at the mysterious new stranger.  I knew most people that entered the club, ninety-five per cent of the crowds that passed through the doors each night were regulars, choosing to spend their nights in the swanky underground rock club rather than crawl the streets looking for decent bars with decent music.  The range of customers ranged from teenagers just legal to drink and young adults looking for a good time, to business men and women looking for somewhere to let their hair down after a long and hard week at the office.  All were taken care of by the staff here, who went out of their way to make the clubbers happy and had a good night.  There was staff presence everywhere, even on the dance floor most nights, and the punters loved it. 

The other five per cent were the one timers that quickly decided the club wasn't to their taste.  There were rarely out of towners came in...  So why did I not know who this gorgeous stranger was less than five feet away from me.  I took in his attire, a plain business suit that looked black in this light, but could just as easily be navy blue.  His white shirt and tie to match the jacket were wrinkle free and he looked calm and stress free.  Not like he had just finished a week at work and come to blow off some steam on a late June Friday night.  Everyone in here had been hot and sticky before they hit the dance floor; the unusually muggy weather outside being a thorn in everyone's side after too many weeks without rain.  This guy however was as cool and calm as if he'd just walked out of the freezer, though that smouldering look on his face as he watched the movement out on the floor was enough to defrost anyone. 

I followed his gaze and saw one of the girls out on the floor.  She danced with two men dressed in similar suits to tall, dark and dangerous over here, but they looked like I expected after a long day at the office; bedraggled and ready for the weekend.  Nikki, the brunette in the sexy staff uniform moved to the music, letting the men dance with her, their hands on her waist and shoulders.  To many it would look like she couldn't handle them, but to someone who knew her she had them right where she wanted; at arms length.  Figuratively speaking of course.  She would gently and surreptitiously slide their hands back to safe spaces when they began to wander from their current positions, and would conveniently sway to the music if they got too close.  Some would call her a 'cock-tease', I call it good technique.  I should know.  I taught it to her. 

I decided I needed to know who the stranger was.  I slid from my red velvet bar stool at the shadowy end of the bar and made my way towards the tall, broad man still trying to chat up the bar staff.  I cleared my throat and he turned around, dazzling me with the full force of his beauty.
"Hi, It's very nice to meet you, I'm the club owner, my name is Nel.  What brings you to The Basement?"

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So there we go, had this swimming about my head for a few days now and wasn't sure what to make of it...  I'm not sure who he is or what his agenda is, it was just the scene in my head that I could see.  Any ideas?  Who is he?  What is he doing at The Basement? 

Let me know your ideas please!

The Dream Cave

Another story from school; this one is titled the Dream Cave and was an adventure story.  The girls in my class liked it :)

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In a small peaceful town in the Peak District there lived two little girls.  Anna and Sara were best friends and had been for a long time.  One day at school, a boy in their class told them about a magical place deep in the caves on the hills.  Being very curious, as most nine year old girls are, they decided that they would have to go and explore this cave.  Little Mikey had called it The Dream Cave, how exciting did that sound?

 

The sun was shining brightly as the girls approached the huge cavern entrance. Looking apprehensively at each other they held hands, took a deep breath in for courage, and stepped into the gloomy cave.  Instantly the atmosphere changed.  The cavern roof obscured the sun, casting shadows across the uneven walls and dusty floors.  A soft dripping of water down the rough stone and the girls uneasy footsteps were the only noises echoing through the spacious tunnels, being swallowed by the encroaching darkness.  After a few minutes of tentative steps, Anna and Sara saw a mysterious light at the end of the tunnel.  That must be the dream cave they whispered to each other.

 

Standing at the edge of the enormous cavern, Anna and Sara looked around in awe.  A creepy mist lingered on the ground, obscuring the floor from view.  Bravely Anna took a step forward, being the more confident of the two friends and disturbed the swirling fog.  Sara gasped  as the mist appeared to crawl up Anna's legs, crawling tightly around them.  Slowly it crept up her body, engulfing her in swirly grey smoke.  The last thing Sara saw was the worried look o her friends face before she disappeared altogether.

 

 

Sara screamed, the noise echoing around the dream cave.  Dream?  What kind of dream included being eaten alive by creepy fog?  This was more like a nightmare! Sara knew she had to go in after Anna, but that was easier said than done; she wasn't as brave as her best friend.  Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she shuffled forward into the mist that was now swirling menacingly on the cave floor.  A small whimper escaped Sara's lips as he smoke began to wrap itself around her bare legs.  It was cold and clammy like sweaty hands grabbing at her skin.  Creeping higher and higher, encasing her body as it had done Anna's, the smoke eventually reached her neck, gently suffocating her before the cave disappeared an her world went black.

 

Sara laid on her back in what felt like wet grass.  She opened her eyes slowly, dreading what she would see when she did.

"Sara?  Sara wake up."  Anna shouted.

"What is this place" Sara replied, sitting up, her head spinning.

"It's like something from a dream!"  Answered Anna in a whisper, gesturing to the open meadows around them and the pretty flowers scattered across the lush green grass.  In the middle of the meadow, where you would expect to find a 'Keep off the grass' sign, was a little wooden board.  It read;

 

"You have to take the bad to get to the good!"

The Beast of Castleton

The quest story that my kiddie's at school started writing this week was titled "The Beast of Castleton" to link to their class topic and trip.  I planned and wrote this at school after lots of inspiration from the kids work... It's written in their format so is relatively short!  Should give you a giggle if nothing else.

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Many years ago, in a small village called Castleton in the middle of the Peak District, lived a young man named Peter.  Having lived in the village since he was a child, Peter knew of the terrors that plagued his village by night.  For as long as he could remember, on the night of the full moon, a terrible beast rampaged through the streets, leaving a trail of chaos and destruction in it's path.  One Sunday lunchtime, Peter was sitting outside the pub with his friends while the sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky.  Having had a little too much to drink and thinking they were clever, they decided that they would gather a hunting party together and hunt the beast while it slept and slay it so that they could become hero's.

 

As the sun reached it's highest point in the sky, the eight friends set out from the pub towards the village boundary.  Nearing the edge of the creepy forest that lay between them and the beast's cavern Peter noticed a shadowy figure leant against the huge gates that had been built in an attempt to keep the beast out. 

"I know what you plan to do."  A husky female voice came form the figure, though no-one saw her face.  "You will fail.  The beast that dwells in the cave is far stronger than you can imagine."

One of the friends laughed and tried to brush past the woman, but Peter decided that they should probably hear her out; she seemed to know what she was talking about.

"To truly kill the beast you must chop off it's head with this sword."  She produced a shiny silver sword from beneath the grey cloak that concealed her body.  "It's blade is pure silver and is the only thing that will slay the beast.  Now go!"

Laughing off the experience the hunting party trudged through the eerie silence of the dark forest towards the entrance to the great caverns that the beast had made it's home.

 

After what seemed like hours to the hunting party, they finally reached the beasts lair.  They crept inside the wide cavern entrance and followed the walls to find their way through the maze like tunnels.  A low growling pierced the silence as one of the men tripped over a rock, sending it rattling through the tunnel.  The beast was awake!  The growling got louder as the beast began to run through the cave looking for the intruders.  When it came face to face with the hunting party it snapped it's huge jaws at them, saliva dripping from between sharp white teeth.  The beast of Castleton was none other than a werewolf!

The bravest of the group of hunters was Peter and he realised now that he had to end the beast's life because his friends wouldn't be able too.  He took the sword from the hand of the leader and stepped forwards towards the beast. 

 

A roar ripped through the tunnels as Peter took a swipe at the massive black wolf and managed to draw blood.  Unfortunately for the so called hunters, this attracted the attention of the wolf's mate.  They heard her coming before they saw her, and one unlucky member of the group happened to be stood in her way.  She thundered down the tunnel and bounded around the corner, knocking over one of the men before barging past Peter and circling him, ushering him away from her mate.  Her bronze fur stood on end, making her look twice her actual size and her liquid brown eyes pierced Peter with a glare that made him tremble with fear.  The wolves worked together, protecting each other, and drove the men back towards the entrance to the cave. 

 

Peter could see the sun streaming in through the caves entrance behind them as they back stepped away from the advancing wolves.  He was running out of time.  Waiting for the female wolf to sidestep, continuing her herding of the hunting party, Peter took his chance and stepped forward, lifting the silver sword high above his head and swinging it down towards the male wolf.  It sliced easily through the wolf and his head rolled across the floor.  The female wolf let out a loud whine and stepped towards her fallen mate.  Peter readied himself to kill her too, but to his amazement she backed off, her head hung low to the floor.  She was surrendering.  With some discussion, the hunting party decided to spare her life and left the cave quickly while her attention was still on her mate.  They returned to their village as hero's, with their story and the beast's blood on the sword.

 

... But was this the end of the terrible beast of Castleton, or would the next full moon bring the she wolf to the village to exact her revenge??



Lily's Gift

This one was inspired by my girl and her family going ghost hunting the other day... I hope you like it... I'm sure there is plenty factually wrong with it though :)

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I hated jobs like this one.  I trudged up the front steps to the little suburban house, the last of the evening sun casting shadows across the untidy front garden.  Taking a deep breath I adjusted the strap on my bag and reached out, knocking confidently on the front door.  I cast another glance at the unkempt yard; it must have been hard, most families tended to go into overdrive at times like this, everything creepily spotless and neat.

At that moment the door opened in front of me and I turned around to find a tall man dressed in faded jeans ad a rugby top representing a team I didn't recognise.  He was roughly shaven and the dark shadows under his eyes suggested he hadn't slept much recently.

"Mr Fledgemoore?"  I ask,extending my hand.

He nods as he shakes my hand with a firm grip.

"Please, call me Evan."  His voice was gruff, like he hadn't spoken aloud in days.

I smiled, "Evan, my name is Melanie.  We spoke on the phone."

"Yes, thank you for seeing us at such short notice.  Today should be a very special day for my family, so I thought it would be significant."  He explained as he stepped aside to let me inside.

 

The house smelled faintly of take away food covered up with some cheap flowery air freshener.  I smiled as a little face peered around the doorway and tried to force a smile back; as if she'd been taught to be nice to visitors.  She crept around the door frame and sidled up behind her father's legs.

"Daddy, who's that lady?"  She asked in a little voice.

"Lily go upstairs and find your brother please."  Evan replied, untangling her arms from around his leg.

"But Daddy?"  She questioned, "Is she going to talk to Anna?"  Her green eyes sparkling as tears welled up at some silent memory.

"May I?" I ask Eva, nodding to his daughter.

He nodded his response, obviously not sure what to say to her.

 

Kneeling down to her level I held out my hand.

"Lily isn't it?"  I asked as she took a tentative step around her father and towards me.

Her beautiful ginger curls bounced as she nodded.

"And you're," I racked my mind back to the phone call with Evan two days ago and tried to remember the details.  "You're nine right?"

Her face lit up and she let out a little squeal in amazement.

"How did you know how old I am?"  She asked, the wide grin on her face now real rather than forced.

I glanced up to Evan who smiled at his daughter's happy face.

"I know a lot of thing Lily," I continue speaking to the little girl, "and I'm here to help you and your mummy and daddy.  Would you like that?"

She nodded again, "And Jamie?"  She asked, referring to her younger brother if I remembered correctly.

I nodded as Evan cleared his throat.

"Ok, well, how about Lily you take Melanie to the kitchen," he paused and looked at me, "or would you refer to do this in the living room?  I'm not really sure how this works."

"Where ever is best for you."  I clarify.

"Ok, Lily, take Melanie and get her a drink form the fried while I go and get Jamie and your mother."

She nods again slipping her little hand into mine and leading me to the kitchen.

 

Ten minutes later I sat at the kitchen table with the quiet little family.  Evan sat opposite me, his wife by his side; her naturally curly hair hanging limp by her face and her clothes loosely hugging her delicate frame.  At either end of the table sat their two eldest children.  Lily on my left and Jamie on my right.  Lily had a younger sister too, but Evan had decided she was too young to take part and was already tucked up in bed asleep.

Like I said before; I hated jobs like these.  Personally I didn't like children being involved at all, and in my opinion, at nine years old, Lily shouldn't be here and Jamie at six definitely shouldn't.  But, it wasn't my choice and I had to just get on with it.  The whole family was clearly suffering because of something so tragic, the worst part was I couldn't guarantee being able to make it any better. 

 

They all sit quietly while I try and mediate.  There's something here, I could feel it the moment I stepped over the threshold, and the surge I felt when Lily held my hand was astonishing.  There was a slight chill in the air and an eerie silence behind the normal day to day noises of the house.  The prickle on my skin and the way the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up whenever Lily smiles at me was a little unsettling, but it meant I had a connection. 

Claire, Lily's mum, had told me that she wasn't just Anna-Marie's sister, she was her twin.  Identical twins, apparently alike in personality as well as in appearance.  Both facts which Evan had left out of his run down to the family when I'd spoken to him.  That had explained my reaction to Lily, but so far I'd not seen or heard anything to suggest that Anna-Marie was here.  Lily would be my best shot as she had the closest bond, but I wasn't a fan of using children to channel energy.  I explained my plan B to Claire, as her mother she naturally had a stronger bond with Anna-Marie that her father.  She agreed to try and we stood up in the middle of their small kitchen and held hands.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes and empty your mind of everything except your daughter.  Concentrate on Anna-Marie, remember what she looked like, what she felt like, what she smelled like.  Fill you mind with her, with all the happy memories you have of her."  I faded my voice to a whisper as I spoke and then fell silent.  I cast a quick look at Evan, Jamie and Lily before looking back to Claire.  She had her eyes shut tight and a look on her face somewhere between pain and happiness and I knew she was trying to think of the happier times with her daughter.

 

I closed my eyes too and concentrated on the atmosphere around me.  I could still feel the presence I'd first felt, but I felt no closer to Anna-Marie. 

A whisper cut into my concentration pattern.

"Is it working Daddy?"

It was Lily's voice, and at the sound of it, a surge of power rushed through my body.  Claire felt it too because she squeezed my hands a little tighter.  But as soon as Lily fell silent again the power disappeared and I knew that Claire had played no part in it.  I needed Lily.

 

I broke the contact with Claire and let out a deep sigh.  She shot me a look.  I tried to smile and shook my head as I crossed back to the table and gestured for her to follow me and I sat back down.  I looked to Lily, who grinned at me, showing me her pearly white teeth as she did.  Again I felt an amazing rush of energy as I looked into Lily's amazing green eyes.  I took a deep breath as I realised that I only had one option if I wanted to actually help this family.  I angled my chair towards Lily's end of the table and stretched out my hands towards her.  She fidgeted on her chair, kneeling up to lean across the table and slid her hands into mine. 

"Tell me about Anna-Marie, Lily."  I spoke in a low voice, listening to the faint buzz that was quickly bringing on a headache. 

It had started when Lily had whispered to her father.  I think that the connection with Lily plus the energy from Claire had been enough to catch Anna-Marie's attention, and unfortunately for me, the banging headache was a necessity to contacting the dead.  Particularly when it involved children. 

Lily's face had lit up again and she had started to talk, she told me all about Anna-Marie.  From the little things to the family holidays, to the bunny they shared when they were younger.  It only took a few minutes before I had to stop her due to the throbbing in my head.

"Lily?"  The whisper came from behind me.

I spun on the chair, nearly toppling myself off it as I moved. 

"Lily?  Lily I love you." 

The faint glimmer in the corner told me that it was Anna-Marie that I could hear.  I let out a deep breath, one that I hadn't realised I was holding until now. 

Looking around at the little, broken family I realised they felt her presence too, though they probably couldn't hear or see what I could. 

"Is that her?"  Claire asked, her previously dull eyes now sparkling with tears. 

I nodded, "Yes, she's here, and she's ok."

The tears welled up quickly and flowed down her cheeks.

"Really?"  She croaked out from behind the tears.

Trying to keep smiling past the headache drumming around in my head I nodded again. 

Listening to the faint whisper of Anna-Marie talking to her sister who was completely oblivious, I picked out the information I needed and relayed it back to Claire and Evan.  Jamie and Lily were both now crying and hugging their parents.  Lily had scrambled up onto her father's knee and had her arms around his neck and Jamie was leant across the table and had fallen into his mother's arms. 

"She's been here all along.  She's been watching you and trying to  comfort you as much as she can.  She loves you and knows that you did your best for her."  I stop to try and compose myself, holding back the tears.  "She knows that you couldn't save her, even though you tried your hardest, and she heard you Evan," I turned from Claire to Evan.  "She heard you talking to Lily the other night.  About the angels and her wings, and she says she loves you too."  I chuckle, Anna-Marie had just figured out that I could hear her and had changed how she was talking. 

She was now speaking to me, knowing that I was relaying her messages.

"Lily, she says Happy Birthday!"

Lily squealed with delight and her smile widened behind the tears. 

"It's our Birthday today.  We turned nine!"

"Yeah, she said."  I smiled.

 

After half an hour of relaying messages, Anna-Marie started to fade.  The headache I was working on was going to put me out for most of the day tomorrow.  She said her goodbye's and the family seemed more at comfort with the untimely death of their daughter.  They still had a long and uneasy time ahead to heal the whole in their family, but now they could begin rather than wallow in the misery they had been in. 

I stepped off the front porch into the low light cast by the street lamps and let out a huge sigh.  This night had gone better than I could have imagined, Lily most of all had made my night.  That little girl had an amazing talent, one that part of me envied, but the other hoped that she never really understood.  This life wasn't one I would ever wish upon anyone.  My life was not one I'd wish on an innocent little girl, and I hoped that tonight hadn't set her on that path...

Camping Out

Well, it was someone's bright idea to get me to camp out last night!  I despise camping after a very bad experience and swore I would never do it again.  Well I'm clearly too soft and agreed this time; granted it was only in the back garden...  Anyways, my not so bad experience this time inspired this!  Hope you enjoy :

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The crackle of twigs underfoot woke me and I sat bolt upright, the top of my head brushing against the thin tent material above me.  I looked over, squinting into the darkness, expecting to see Carla missing from her sleeping bag; the noise outside surely her needing to use the bathroom, but she lay curled up, her eyes shut tight, still sleeping soundly.  I sat quietly, pulling my fleece lined sleeping bag up under my chin and listened to the wildlife beyond the tent walls. 
An owl hooted in the distance, followed by the flap of strong wings as it swooped for some unseen prey.  The faint scurry of night animals in the woodland between where we camped and the road provided a constant buzz of noise, and the occasional call of a bird of fox cut through the otherwise quiet night. 

I shook my head, clearing it of all the scary camp fire stories from earlier that evening.  Picking up the torch from under my pillow I clicked the little power button and shone it at the thin walls.  Immediately I regretted my decision as the beam of light cast eerie shadows all around me.  The branches of the trees created knarled hands that clawed at the sides of the tent, grabbing for me where I sat.  Fumbling quickly for the button, the torch slipped and threw light on the far end of the tent where a huge shadow painted the material before the source of light disappeared, taking the shadows with it. 
The crackle of the dry autumn leaves and the snap of twigs pierced the extremely early morning atmosphere and made my skin prickle.  I considered switching the torch back on but my hands were sweating and it slipped from my grasp.  It bounced off my knee and hit the floor with a soft thump.  I leant over and shook Carla's shoulder as the heavy pad of footsteps on the breaking twigs drew closer to the tent door.
"Carla?  Carla wake up."  I whispered loudly into the darkness; afraid to move to search for the torch.
"Gerroffme!"  Carla grumbled, pulling away from my grip.
"Carla! There’s something outside."  I shook her again, this time eliciting a response.
"Huh?"  She sat up, scraping her head on the tent, "What do you mean..."  She trailed off as a grunt and a deep rattle of breath being drawn sounded right by the entrance to our tent. 
I could feel Carla staring at me despite the near darkness pressing in around us.
"What the hell is that Lissy?"  She whispered hoarsely. 
"I was hoping you'd tell me it was just a fox and to stop being silly.  It's huge.  The shadow was huge."  My hands shook as I ran them across the floor in search of the dropped torch.
"Shadow?"  Carla questioned.
"The torch."  I clicked the little button and the giant beast took shape in front of us.  I turned to Carla, her normally perfect hair all fuzzy at the back and her eyes widening at the shadow.
"What is that?"  She whispered again.  "Turn the light off!"
I shrugged my shoulders to answer her first question but shook my head as a low growl rumbled before us.  Shaking free of my sleeping bag I stood up and tiptoed forward, the light from the torch guiding my way.
"What are you doing?"  Carla accused in a stage whisper as I raised my hand towards the zipper.  "Lissy?  Come away!" 
Her hand wrapped around my upper arm, my towelling pyjama’s hard for her to grip, and she attempted to pull me back, "Lissy stop!"  She appealed.

My fingers trembled as they clasped around the cold metal of the little zipper.
"Aren't you curious?"  I asked.
"Curious?  Lissy are you suicidal?  You have no idea what's on the other side of this tent.  We’re lucky it hasn't come through it with you shining the torch at it like that.  It could be a wolf or anything."  Carla sounded panicked even though her voice was barely audible.
I knew she was right.  We'd heard the wolves howling at the moon the night before.  Deep down I knew that what ever was on the other side of the tent was dangerous, but that didn't stop the pull deep down inside me.  Carla was always telling me that I needed to be more adventurous; I'm pretty sure that this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.  But I took a deep breath and pulled on the zipper, letting the thin material fall away.

Carla muffled a squeal with her hand and scrambled backwards into the safety of the tent.  The dark looming shadow took form as a giant russet brown wolf stood illuminated by the full moon high in the sky.  My mouth fell open as I took in the mass of muscle and fur in front of me as another low grumble rumbled in the air around me.  The hot damp breath that the wolf exhaled felt clammy on my face.  Its breath had a sweet smell that encased me and I felt safe, despite the niggling reality that a wolf stood in front of me; close enough to reach out and bite me.
My eyes took in every detail of the wolf; from its beautiful bronzed fur that looked soft yet substantial.  I really wanted to reach out and run my hands through it; to the way that its ears constantly twitched, listening to the night around it, aware of every little movement made in the darkness.  It's jet black nose was damp, little beads of water crested it as if it had just had just been running it's nose through the grass, collecting the dew there, and the tip of it's pink tongue was visible between it's teeth; huge, sharp teeth I might add!
But the most fascinating feature of the amazing creature that stood before me, as my eyes met his, were the gorgeous chocolate brown eyes that stared into mine, searching my soul.  I’d expected to see green or yellow eyes, black slits like a dog; instead, I realised, as I stared back, that they weren’t animal’s eyes…  They were Human eyes! 

A night under the moon...

This one has been written a while, just needed some tweaking!  Let me know what you think.

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I dropped to my hands and knees, the damp ground instantly soaking into the denim of my charcoal grey jeans.  The ache spread through my body, ripping a groan from my throat.  The pain made my muscles tense and a sharp tingling sensation began to creep across my skin, reaching all the way down to the tips of my fingers.  I clawed at the mud under my hands, feeling it gather behind my freshly manicured nails as I pulled the earth towards me.  What was happening to me?  A fire set deep in my stomach and crawled through my veins at an annoyingly sluggish pace. 

The pain my body was feeling right now felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside out.  Yet at the same time, the surge of energy that was powering through me made me feel like I could take on the world.  My mind began to reel as my arms buckled beneath me, unable to hold my weight anymore.  I rolled onto my side, the wet ground cushioning my fall.  Again a groan escaped my lips as I tried to concentrate enough to work out my options for the situation I had found myself in. 

I heard the scream pierce the silence around me.  It echoed through the trees and took me a while to realise it had been me.  The crunching of my own bones shattered the quiet pressing in around me as my shoulders seemed to pop out of their sockets and readjust their position in my body.  Darkness swam in front of my eyes as my hips started the same process.  Pain seared through my joints and I vaguely remember hearing a strangled cry escape my lips before I lost my grip on consciousness.

I came too on my side, panting heavily; my body feeling like it had run a marathon.  I blinked several times to bring the world into focus, but couldn't quite clear the fog.  Still panting I began to look around and realised that the world wasn't blurry at all.  In fact it was startlingly clear.  I blinked again, confused.  I looked up into the treetops and could see the veins on the underside of the leaves.  The moon light bouncing off the branches into the clearing caused wispy light to fill the air, and as I blinked once more, the dust particles floating around into the light stream jumped into focus.

Something still wasn't right though; where was the colour I was used to?  The muted shades around me had to be more than the lack of light.  There was no vibrance left, a palate of grey painted everything around me, leaving me feeling cold and exposed.

The start of something...

Possibly the start of something?  I'm not sure... Who do you think they are and what do you think they're doing?

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"Did you see that?  Liv, I did it, I really did it!"  I squealed in excitement.
"That's not fair, I've been practicing much longer than you.  What am I doing wrong?"  Liv answered, her face dropping as her attempt failed again.
"I don't know, that's the first time I've made it work." 
I flicked my wrist for a second attempt but nothing happened.

The Result of a couple of Rough Days...

Nel's Bad Day!

I stood in the shadows.  It had been a long and hard day and my patience was wearing thin.  My usually peaceful and undisturbed slumber had been well and truly wrecked by the development company that had decided to put their new housing estate on the lovely, open space beside my quaint little block of flats.  I guess I was going to have to get used to it; they weren’t exactly hurrying with their work.  Or I was going to have to find somewhere else to sleep during the daylight hours. 

Now I was exhausted and irritable and that was affecting my judgement.  My strength was low and the need to feed was getting stronger.  I watched the last few people hurrying home, shuffling quickly along the sidewalk, trying to ensure they weren’t the last person out at night.  They didn’t want to be caught by the likes of me.  This time of night made them all jumpy, they didn’t own the night anymore, darkness belonged to the vampires. 

Now this wasn’t my style.  I had sources.  The club; my club, I had people there that trusted me, that let me feed.  I didn’t have to resort to this.  I didn’t have to stoop to their level; shadow dwellers, that’s what most people called them.  They were right.  That’s exactly what I was doing now; lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right unsuspecting victim to walk by me.

I surveyed the stragglers.  A waitress just finishing work, tottering quickly down the path in her sleek black heels.  A couple hurrying home with their last minute groceries, hand in hand as they cast weary glances towards the shadowy shop doorways.  A tall man carrying a briefcase and wearing a very expensive looking suit, his shoes echoing in the silence around him. 

I was getting bored.  This wasn’t appealing to me as much as I had expected it to with the mood I was harbouring.  I was just debating heading for the club when a rustic, spicy scent drifted past me.  I looked up to source the glorious smell and laid eyes on a tall dark haired man dressed entirely in black.  My instincts told me he was a bouncer and they were rarely wrong.  I listened to the scuff of his shoes as he drew closer and concentrated on his uniform.  The badge on his arm confirmed my suspicion, and the red writing across the left of his chest told me he worked for Hell’s Circle; a club barely six blocks from mine.  I remembered seeing the bouncer’s out front of the building on my way to The Basement a few times, but I'm sure I would have remembered a scent like that.  I watched as he passed by my shadowy hiding place then stepped out onto the path behind him. 

He turned immediately at the sound of my heeled red boots on the concrete.  His face showed the surprise of seeing me their, I was sure he’d thought he was alone on the streets.  However I was also sure that this, seeing me standing in front of him, was exactly what he had hoped wouldn’t happen on his way to work.  I surveyed him as he stood looking at me.  A slight sheen of sweat had started to bead on his forehead and he was clenching his fists where his palms had begun to go all clammy.  Typical symptoms.  I'd only ever found one person who’d not reacted this way, and they’d been worth keeping around. 

“Can I help you miss?”  A deep voice accompanied the thick muscled body of the stranger in front of me.

A typical question though.  "Let’s try and pretend that I don’t know what she is and hope that I'm mistaken and that she’ll go away."  So predictable. 

“Let’s not waste my time or yours,” I nodded to the badge on his arm, “We both have somewhere to be.”

I smiled then, baring my fangs and advancing on him as he backed himself up against the wall; the look on his face telling me that he couldn’t decide whether to scream and run or just stand and take it.  Fear won.  He stood still as I placed my hands on his chest and pressed him to the brick wall behind him.  He tried to speak but I pressed my finger to his lips before moving the collar of his shirt out of the way. 

“This will only hurt a bit.”  I whispered as my lips grazed his neck.

I sank my fangs into the tender pink flesh of his skin and pierced the vein.  Drawing the warm, sticky blood straight from the source was the most enjoyable act any vampire could take part in.  Some liked their victims to be scared; the fear making the blood pump faster.  Some liked their victims unconscious so that there was no force necessary.  Usually I opted for sexually arousing my victims, causing their hearts to beat faster, therefore making their blood pump more quickly.  Plus that way they enjoyed it too.  Certain humans found the act of giving blood to a vampire a highly sexualised act and got pleasure from taking part in such activities; to me that was a much better way of feeding that frightening the life out of someone. 

Tonight had been different.  As I made my way to the club after letting the bouncer go, I evaluated my night.  I would have been just as satisfied with one of the bar staff at The Basement, or even one of the regulars.  Most people that went there knew I owned it; knew what I was.  Why had I chosen to act like this tonight?  Had I actually gained anything from it?  I pushed open the heavy black door to the club and stepped inside, the red glow instantly surrounding me in familiar warmth.  I think I’d stick to my territory from now on.  Shadow dwelling just wasn’t my thing. 

Bring on the Bank Holiday :)

So, I started off the Bank Holiday with a DVD night with my mom :)  Neither of us can sit still and just watch the telly, so while she 'zentangled' I wrote of course! 
This is the first time I've written about this character... so I can add her to my bank of them, I tend to reuse them over and over once I've set them up with a background etc.
I hope you like her :)

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I stood in the corner of the room; just watching.  No-one ever noticed me.  My mother had always called me a wall-flower, I guess she was right.  I noticed a lot more about other people than they ever noticed about me, and that’s if they even noticed me at all.  Take now for example; people milled around the house quietly minding their own business.  Bella sat on the floor playing with her brightly coloured building blocks.  She’d just learned to sit up on her own only a couple of weeks ago and was now making the most of it, flying solo in the middle of the room. 

Jamie, my older brother, sat by himself on the bay window staring out into the late autumn morning.  He’d always loved this time of year; he liked to roll in the piles of leaves my dad had raked together.  It usually resulted in him getting into trouble, but it never stopped him the next time. 

I watched him for a few minutes before my dad came sweeping through the room.  He checked on Bella and took Jamie a drink, briefly glancing in my direction, before leaving again.  He was probably going to check on my mother.  She hadn’t been out of bed in days.  I hated seeing her like this, I was helpless to do anything to help her and that made me feel even worse.

 

I followed my father out of the living room, running my hand over Bella’s light blonde hair as I passed.  She looked up, grinned at me and chuckled.  Jamie looked around at Bella’s laugh, but quickly turned back to the window, seeing nothing to keep his attention.  I left quietly; trudged up the stairs and through the open door to my mother’s room.  She laid in bed, the duvet pulled up under her chin and Jinx, out black cat, curled up against her back.  Jinx was like my best friend, he always noticed me.  He normally slept on my bed, curled up by my feet, but recently he’d been sleeping here with mum.  I didn’t mind, she needed looking after right now. 

As I neared the bottom of the bed Jinx looked up, his vibrant green eyes piercing me with a stare.  I leant forwards to stroke behind his little velvet ears and he tilted his head in appreciation.  He took a playful swipe at me with his little white front paw, the only white on him, and my mother stirred.

“Evan, are you there?”  Her voice sounded tired and as if she’d been crying again.

When no answer came she simply rolled over, disturbing Jinx who jumped down, and closed her eyes again. 

 

I tiptoed from the room and went in search of my father.  I found him in the only other occupied room in the house; mine. 

Lily sat on the edge of her bed, her eyes full of tears threatening to spill down her face, my favourite scruffy brown bear cradled in her arms.  She fiddled with a stray strand of cotton on the bear’s red plaid dickey-bow.  My father sat beside her, his arm around her little shoulder.  He was trying to comfort her, but failing miserably.  She needed mum, but she couldn’t help right now, Lily reminded her too much of me.  The tear marks on Lily’s face told me that she’d already been crying again.  Last night she’d laid in my bed and cried herself to sleep, my bear held tightly in her arms.  She was sobbing now, her head on my father’s shoulder.

“Why daddy?  Why did they have to take Anna?” 

I felt the tears well up in my eyes as he tried again to explain to my twin sister why I wasn’t here anymore.

“Sweetheart, Anna-Marie was very poorly, you knew that.”

Lily nodded, her ginger ringlets bouncing on her shoulders. 

“Well, God needed another angel in heaven; an Anna-Marie was perfect for the job.  She’s with him now Princess.  He’ll look after her.”

He choked back tears as Lily looked up to him and tried to smile.

“Does she have wings?”

“Yes sweetheart, she does.  And she’ll be watching over you and your brother and sister now, she’ll always keep you safe.”

I left the room quietly and made my way back downstairs to Bella.  I sat on the rug by her side and pointed to her blocks.  A smile crept across her little face and she picked up the block I was pointing at.

“You know I'm still here don’t you Bella?”

She looked up and stretched her empty hand out towards me.  I wrapped my hand around her tiny fingers and brought them to my lips and pressed a feather soft kiss to her skin. 

“I love you Bells.”  I breathed.

“Love Anna-rie!”  She squeaked leaning in for a cuddle.

I smiled, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks.  If only the rest of them could see me too…



The daydreams of an Exam Invigilator!!

So... My Year 4's have done their Reading SAT's this morning...  The test that all Teaching Assistants hate because we're not allowed to help in any way, not even read the questions :(
Anyway, whilst sitting and watching them sit the test for an hour and a half this morning; what did Miss Brown do?  She sat and wrote of course, no point in being bored!!
It's not a full story... Just one of many characters that I have written about - hope you like it :)

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Darkness had descended.  The people of the town hated the night, but this; the quietening atmosphere, the glow of streetlights, the low hum of electricity lighting up the shadowy shop front, this was my favourite time of day.

Tonight there was an eerie mist lingering just above the ground.  Even better.  The neon light of the sign flickered above the entrance to my favourite place to eat.  As I drew closer, the echo of my foot falls were the only noise cutting through the near silence of the night.  The heavy black door stood slightly ajar and the heavy beat of music drifted out into the night air.  I put my hand on the soft black leather that coated the club’s door and pushed.  A red glow illuminated my pale skin as I entered the club.  The door thudded softly shut behind me as I followed the familiar corridor to the main room.  I ran my fingertips along the red suede walls; chuckling quietly to myself once more at their choice of décor.  Reaching the end of the corridor I leant forwards over the elegant black railings and looked down into the pit of bodies writhing to the music. 

Immediately I picked out several of the regulars; two men and a woman I had seen before many a time here.  A bouncer nodded to acknowledge my arrival as I flashed him my membership card, his eyes straying to the low cut neckline of my blood red halter neck top.  Smiling to myself, I descended the spiral staircase and weaved my way through the hot, sticky bodies on the dance floor.

 

Once at the bar I ordered my usual, mentally clocking which bar staff were on tonight.  A little metal badge attached to his belt loop told me that my host’s name was Mark.  He must be new, I would have remembered a body like that.  The uniform here didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.  The tight black leather trousers and buckled biker boots were all the men wore; leaving their perfectly toned chests and abdomens bare to the eyes.  I looked him up and down with admiration and smiled to myself.  His well sculpted stomach was a gorgeous shade of chocolate and the definition ran straight into the top of his trousers.  His broad shoulders made me think of being wrapped up in them and his jet black hair shone under the spotlights above the bar like spilt ink. 

“Will you be dining with us tonight Madam?  Can I interest you in our specials menu?”  His voice was deep and husky and had me going weak at the knees.

His dark brown eyes sparkled as he looked me up and down.  Oh the irony!

“I won't be needing a menu.”  I smiled, “Is Rosie working tonight?”  I asked while I still had my host’s attention.

He nodded towards the throngs of people still moving to the music,

“She’s on the floor tonight.”

“Thanks.”  I smiled my appreciation, downed the Martini left in my glass and hopped off the bar stool. 

I made my way onto the dance floor, winding my way thought the crowds.  I saw Rosie before she saw me.  Her characteristic red hair, the reason for her nickname, glowing under the colourful strobe lighting framed her pretty, round face.

‘On the floor’ basically meant being a presence on the dance floor, keeping the guests happy and acting as a bouncer where necessary.  Now trust me when I say that Rosie definitely had presence.  I watched as she danced with the crowds.  Her short figure was towered over by the majority of the club goers, but boy did she know how to get noticed.  Her curvy figure fit nicely into her uniform; and just like the guys, the girls didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.  Black buckled straps covered the necessary parts of her upper body and wrapped around her neck in a halter neck.  The bottom was a short skirt covered in similar buckles and in Rosie’s case, there was nothing underneath it.  The flawless white skin of her legs looked perfect against the black uniform and under this light she looked almost good enough to eat.  A smile crept across her face as I approached her amidst the bodies around her; her hands immediately sought my waist, pulling me into the dance.  Her fingers dug into my waist as her body pressed up close to mine.  Feeling the music coursing through me I let her guide my body along with hers.

 

After a couple of songs she slipped her hand into mine and led me back towards the bar.  She slapped her hand on the marble surface and called over to Mark that she was going on her break.  Pushing through the side door she led me straight into the stock cupboard and closed the door behind us.

“Long time no see Nel.  I thought you’d got bored of me.”  She pouted as she spoke, taking a small step towards me.

I shook my head, “Never.”

I closed the distance between us, putting my hands on her waist and lifting her up and backing her up against the closed door.  Without hesitation she wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands around my neck and leant in to kiss me. 

As her breathing accelerated I heard her heart begin to beat faster, pumping more blood around her petite body.  She smelled divine as I kissed her neck, both hands roaming her body as her legs held her firmly in place.

“Not my neck Nel.  I can't cover it with this dress.”  She panted between breaths.

“I know darlin’.”  I answered as I lowered my kisses to her collarbone, sliding one of her straps out of the way.  I drew my fangs, sank my teeth into her chest and began to feed.

Listening to her shallow breathing as she began to pant told me that she was enjoying this just as much as I was.  No change there then!!