This week’s flash fiction post is inspired by Kylie Minogue’s song, Love at First Sight. The video is below if you want to give it a listen.
The violet and red lights pulsed in time with the music, making the dancers in the club seem to flash in and out of sight as they moved. The bass pumped and my body pulsed in time with it.
“Shot of tequila,” I told the bartender, keeping my eyes glued to the crowd. I was alone tonight, I had left my normal group of friends behind so I didn’t have to worry about them keeping track of me. I scanned the crowd, looking for…anyone, really. I threw back the shot the bartender handed me and decided I might as well get on with it. I moved into the pack of writhing bodies, finding the beat and dancing with anyone who approached me.
After about an hour I noticed a man watching me, tall and lean with dark, wavy hair. Just my type. I made eye contact with him and kept dancing, swaying my hips and making sure my low cut top did its job. He took the bait and made his way to me across the dance floor. I pushed my current dance partner away and pulled the new guy close, plastering myself to him. He didn’t seem to mind.
We danced for the next two hours, stopping only for drinks, barely talking. I didn’t ask his name, I didn’t want to know it. This wasn’t love at first sight, but it was something. Once I thought I had him hooked, I laced my fingers through his and pulled him off the dance floor, heading towards the back of the club. I led him down the hallway towards the delivery entrance and pushed him out into the back alley behind the club.
“What are we doing…” he started to ask.
“Shhhh,” I said, pulling him towards him as I leaned against the brick wall. “No one will notice us back here. It’s totally private.”
That’s all it took and he was on board. Suddenly, his hands were all over me and he was pushing me harder against the wall. I sighed, it was always the same. Time to get this over with. I ran my hands up his neck and into his hair, pulling his head down towards mine. I took a deep breath and sank my fangs into his neck. The blood flowed over my tongue sweet and warm as he moaned in pain. He wouldn’t remember this in the morning, which was good. I would, I remembered them all. And that was the problem.