I’d barely walked into the bar when I noticed her. It was hard not to. Her skin was the color of cheap sea shells, pale and extravagantly white, with a wash of blue undertones. Her hair thick, wildly curly, with a shocking mix of white, grey, and purple streaks. The big hair was a striking contrast to her tiny frame. Taken into consideration with her anemic looking complexion, she looked positively frail. The striped pink dress she had on barely covered her ass, if you could call those ridiculous purple ruffles covering.
When she turned to look my way, I didn’t notice the tiny, sparkly nose ring first. Nor did I notice the beady, delicate labret or the bar pierced through her eyebrow or her ear. It was her eyes, red and deep like the photoshopped rubies you see on expensive jewelry commercials. Next was the fang that peaked out over her lower lip when she smiled at me.
This girl was trouble. I knew it with every fiber of my being when we locked eyes, but we all know what happens next. I was there at the bar before I even knew it, offering to buy her a drink, smiling when she playfully called me lover boy, ignoring every blast of self preservation my brain was trying to flood my body with.
Next, I did the absolute stupidest thing I have ever done. In my entire life. And you may have guessed that’s a pretty extensive list by now.
I went home with her.
Okay, that’s it! Short and sweet, so I hope you liked it. There might be more, or we could never find out what happens to our unnamed friend. Such is life, especially for young men who are easily glamoured and manipulated.