A Choice
(Rough Draft)
by Dan Bonser

	That dance club was going crazy that night, its been so long since I've gotten out, I had forgotten what it was like...all the bodies pressing against you...moving...undulating.  The girl I was dancing with, barely had my attention, even as her body moved with mine, into mine, around mine.  She smelled nice enough, but she was out to score, and I really wasn't, I need a release...not that kinda release.
	I snapped my head, swinging my long hair over my shoulder, as the music changed, and she got a little more aggressive.  Part of me wondered if it was the alcohol she consumed, or if she was just out for any man she could find.  She turned her back to me, giving me another good smell of her sweet blonde hair, and started grinding her ass into my crotch.  I always smile at the sound of saying that aloud, it always sounds so...rude...unlike having it done...I knew she grinned, because all the close contact of the night, had in fact, made me stiff.  It was then I decided I might as well take what was given to me, and put my left hand on her crotch, pulling her hip into mine.  She danced all the more, and though I was moderately aroused, I almost yawned.  Her hands closed on the hand on her crotch, as the music changed again, and she arched her back into my chest, just out of curiosity I ran my other hand up her baby doll shirt, I hadn't expected to find any underwear on her, and I didn't....  I'm sure she smiled as my breath caught as my hand closed over her breast, under her shirt....
	But that wasn't why my breath caught.  The entranceway was upstairs, a catwalk extended around the dance floor, 10 feet up, marking ground level.  I hadn't noticed Her when she entered, but as she descended the stairs, the light...clung to her.  Her short, jet black hair, sparkled in the darkness of the club, her face looked so innocent, yet she viewed the scene of the dancing hall like a predator.  Her skin tight, wet leather, two piece outfit was immaculate.  It was a second skin to her, clinging to even the under curve of her breasts.  A halter top, of sorts, fitting around her neck like a choker, then triangling down to one inch below her breasts, leaving her shoulder and back completely bare.  There was a slit over her heart showing her upper cleavage, the slit extended to an inch blow the choker part of the neck.  Hanging in the top of the slit was an intricate work of, what looked to be either silver or platinum, chain, holding a pendant I couldn't make out from this distance.  Her skin was pale, her long slightly muscular arms seemed to glow, as did her midriff.  Two inches below her navel as her leather mini skirt, made with the same care as the top, conforming to her curves so well you could make out her mount, and the joints of her hip.  Her legs were slightly muscular too, and you could see most of them, since the mini skirt came to barely an inch below her lower cheeks, which were taut.  She wore leather boots also, mid shin height.
	She was amazing...while watching her begin her decent of the stairs, my hands, as all men's hands do, grew their own brain.  The woman dancing with me moaned as I reached a hand down her skin tight pants.  My finger stroked her sex, just as I made eye contact with...Her.  For a second I was shocked, noticing my situation.  The woman I wanted staring at me, while I danced with another woman, damn near having sex with her on the dance floor....  But she smile, bit her lower lip in amusement and started walking towards me. 
	I was enthralled.  The blonde woman, was dancing ever so slowly to a slow song...her arms extended above her head, and wrapped around the base of my neck.  She had to have her eyes closed, while I stroked her lower lips, because she didn't see Her approach.  She walked up to us dancing, together, and slid around behind me, lightly fingering my ribs.  It was then that I noticed that the black leather she had on seemed to have designs in red on it, to dark to make out though.  I also realized how tall she was, though she still had to stand on her toes to whisper, "Take her, she's yours, come with me, because after...your mine."
	It was such a lame line, when I thought about it, but at the time...I didn't.  She commanded, I followed, that was the way it had to be.  I didn't realize anything happening until I entered the hotel room.  The club was next door to some fancy hotel, very prestigious, very expensive.  I vaguely remembered the elevator, and kissing the blonde as she was so caught up in the moment, she started undressing herself.  When the elevator door opened, we exited, amongst a crowd of on lookers, gawking at the bare chested woman and I kissing, and the gorgeous woman with us, who seemed to be enjoying watching.  The next thing I really remember is climbing off the blonde, my body covered in sweat...her orgasm, mixed with her alcohol, had made her pass out.  I wasn't complaining though, it wasn't her I was interested in.  In a chair, about ten feet from the bed sat the most beautiful woman in the world, I could make out the designs on her leather, tigers, done in blood, on a field of black...on her crotch was a roaring dragon, spitting flames towards the viewer.
	"Bravo, you seem to be quite good in bed, " she said with a seductive smile that made my manhood stir again.
	I crawled to the edge of the bed, and stood in front of her, in all my glory, and said, "I don't do it often enough to be an 'expert', but I seem to satisfy when I do."
	She smiled and rose to meet me, her hands intermingled with mine, and we started dancing, slowly, to a tune only she could hear.  I realized after the 3rd step...it was my hearts beat she was in time with.  "Tell me of yourself....Ian."
	The shock of her knowing my name wasn't all that bad, not as bad as it should have been.  I've always been quick on my feet, and my pants were laying beside the chair she was sitting on...she had to have looked in the wallet....  "Not much to tell really.  Its all sadness."
	Her smile moved the hairs on my chest, and her hands moved up behind my neck, my left hand came to rest on her hip, my right on her near naked back.  My chin rested oh so comfortably on her head as she said, "Sadness, I've seen my share of that.  Tell me of it, I hear that sharing helps cleans the pain of it all."
	"I've heard much the same," I replied.  I had never told anyone my story since I moved here.  Yet now, to her ears, it came so...easily.  "Well, I was born 25 years ago, made it through high school easy enough, with dreams of falling in love, living forever with a love I would soon find, and being in some kinda career that payed a lot of money.  Hard to imagine I was actually that naive."
	Her hands started running through my hair at the word naive, she also gave a soft sigh.  For a second I envied her, being against my chest, listening to my heart, and the vibration of the air within my lungs.  But then I felt her body against mine, and reveled in the sensation, I felt myself stiffen, the hardness pressing against the top of her miniskirt, on up to her navel.  If she noticed, she gave no inclination.  "I met the 'woman of my dreams' as it where in college.  She was amazing..."
	"Your first," she asked?
	"Yes...and she was to be my only."  A tear started down the side of my face.  "I was so proud when she got pregnant.  About four months after we moved in with each other.  I was a sophomore then.  She was a freshman...and worried about her school carrier.  When we got closer to the time of our daughter's birth, I made a hard decision.  Her career over mine.  I dropped out of college to raise the child while Claire went to school."
	"Wow, you loved her very much...I had someone like that once, but that was so long ago."
	I heard her sadness, and felt a trickle of a tear run through the hair of my chest, and comforted her by holding her closer, and running my right hand through her short hair.  She smelled like...copper, a different scent than what I was used to, but it was so entirely sexy...then I continued, "Yes, I loved her so much...when our daughter was a year old...she died.  Some kinda common virus, like the flu or something.  Claire, more or less, blamed me.  Three months after I asked her to marry me, one month after the death of Jennifer....  She left me...."
	Tears started running down my chest with more frequency, my tears had started falling in her hair, and most likely running down her face and mingling with her own tears.  She said nothing, she didn't have to, her body did all the telling me her sadness and pity for her.  "I moved hear 3 years ago, about 6 months after she left me...to just get away from everything around her.  I've dated a few times since then, had about 4 women, including that one there, but its all just for play, never anything...real..."
	"Real....  Such an...odd word.  Such a fateful word.  For...years I've been searching for something real myself.  A look or a glance, a touch, a...taste.  I've been...this way for...so utterly long.  And to be honest, the first 'real' thing I've felt, in all this time...," she had started pulling back when she started speaking, I let her walk away.  She wiped her eyes off when she said, 'a look' and her eyes turned to meet mine as she started the last sentence....  Her solid green eyes, like looking into emeralds....  "...in all this lonely time....was when I made eye contact with you."
	My breath caught, I fell into her eyes...falling, spiraling, losing myself....  "I felt the same way...this...pull..."  I took a step towards her, and she towards me.  Our lips locked tight, and we kissed for what had to be a millennia, it was...so sweet, she tasted a bit of copper, too....  After the embrace she pulled away, as I pulled my tongue from her mouth...I noticed something...odd about her canines...there were...long than normal.
	"I have a sadness in me too, but I'm too afraid to tell you...."
	She turned her back to me, I put my hands on her taut shoulders and said, "Don't be afraid."
	"I'll show you...but...but....  I'm so afraid I'm going to loose this moment if I do."
	"The moment will be lost if you don't, I trust you beyond anything I could possibly imagine, I can't even understand why, but this moment...has to continue."
	She turned and smiled up at me....I was correct...her canines were a bit longer....  It tickled a
memory in the back of my head, but it made her look so...perfect, that I didn't heed the memory.  "I trust you also, I hate to make you as afraid as you are about to become."
	With that, she kissed me one last time, and then walked passed me to the bed....  I watched with earnest as she crawled upon it, like a cat, a predator, walking towards its prey.  She straddled the naked blonde on the bed, and then leaned over to kiss her silky neck....  Or so I thought.
	Every alarm in my body went off at the instant I saw her suck on the blonde's neck.  Pulling...drawing...sucking every ounce of....blood out of her.  I watched as the vampire's skin grew...more supple...a little less pale...the veins that had shown before growing dimmer.  She seemed to become stronger, as the blonde started...withering away.  I stood in...shock?  Horror?  Amazement?  Lust?  I know not, but I do know that I gasped aloud.  Not a drop was wasted from the blonde.  The vampire looked up at me, no blood like the movies dripped from her mouth, the wound in the blonde woman's neck looked dry.  I didn't know what to say....her eyes met mine...and I stumbled over the chair.  I'm sure I looked graceful, completely naked, falling to the floor with a loud thump.  She was at me in an instant..."Are you hurt?" she asked....  Her closeness, the smell of copper...of blood lingering on her...I...ran.  I didn't make it far...she seemingly appeared at the door, in front of me...."Please don't run, I'll leave....  I was so afraid this would happen.  Perhaps...perhaps you need time to think, perhaps in time, you could accept me, this is my sadness, an eternity of loneliness."  Her fingers ran down my cheek.  "I had hoped, when we first made eye contact, that you would understand...that...finally...I would have someone to run with...to feed with...to love.  I'll return to you, someday, when you've had a chance to think....  I trust you to much...my secret, my identity.  You're the only one in this entire world I've walked away from alive."
	My breath was shallow, my heart racing, pale as could be, but my heart reached out to her...I should have held her as she kissed me, deep...passionate...longing.  At least I downed my fears enough to kiss her back....  As the door closed behind her, I ran my fingers through the air of where she had just been.  As I dressed...I tried to sort through..everything.  But it was so hard....  She'd be back she said....  The horror, the terror...the beauty and love of her would enter my life again.  I looked down at the dried up corpse of the woman I had had sex with not 2 hours passed, turned towards the door and walked away from it all.  Dreading...longing for the day I'd see Her again, and prayed I'd have the courage to tell her no....or....yes.....