Originally published: 11.02.2008
Well, I am a published writer on Fanfiction with of course fictionpress and a few others sites, now I wanted to show the E people of my writing. Hopefully, it might inspire someone but at least in my blog I can keep track of people reading and commenting (through pm's). This one is a favorite of mine and the most recent I wrote. The whole first part is finished and about eleven chapters were putting into the first part. Now, I am working on the second part or sequel to this one called Taking Chances. It is a fanfic of Moonlight with Josef and an original character, named, of course, Marguerite. Now this would be a bit of rating of PG-13-M because of the blood, sex and language in this series and I warn all about it. Well, here is the first chapter and hope people will let me know about it.
"Come, let's dance."
He held his hand out to me and I stood up to be led towards the dance floor. I knew of his history and how he easily he could snap my neck without even putting down his drink. Pressing myself against his body, I let him wrap an arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his own. The music started up and we danced, the people sitting at their tables and talking to one another in the charity ball watched us dance to the sensual number. I wondered at times if he had the same movements in the bedroom and it made me blush at the thought of it.
"Blushing now are you, it is unusual for you," Josef whispered in my ear, his breath caressing my neck, knowing he smelled the blood rising in my face and neck. Ever since meeting through Beth, Josef's best friend's woman, it was a fast and somewhat oddball friendship, if I call it that. I came to him as his fleshie, letting him drink from me in exchange for money to finance the ever growing college expenses.
I knew about his world because my sister had chosen to become immortal while I declined the offer. She did not look a day over seventeen while I was close to my twenty-first birthday. I never revealed my impending birthday to Josef for there was no reason to. There was no expectations between a fleshie and a vampire, nothing but to keep the blood as clean as possible. What point was there in wasting my health on drugs and alcohol when I could use my life's sustenance to help me in paying off the piling tuition bills.
Staring into Josef's eyes, I could see he wanted to know why I was blushing but he could find out for himself by listening to my voice and my heart beat. That is what I found out through Mick and his private eye skills. Through a human's heart beat and voice can the truth be revealed and never could a human lie his or her ass off to a vampire. "Just the dancing making me work a bit more than I usually do." With the information, I knew I could not lie to Josef but then I could not reveal to him the truth.
Ever since becoming his primary fleshie, I developed feelings for him over the past few months, wanting to be more than a walking blood donation, but it was hopeless. Beth, who was my confidant, revealed Josef loved another woman even though his love was in a immortal coma, he could never truly care and want another in his life. There was nothing between us other than exchanging of blood and I saw that I could not be the woman he wanted. Whenever I arrived at his home or office for his feeding, there were gorgeous cat walk models coming out of his office or home, looking like the cat got the cream. With his physique, there was no doubt he had a high stamina.
One look at myself in the mirror and I had an idea of what I compared to the women that warmed Josef's bed or his ice box for that matter. I stood at a petite five foot three and had curves that on a tall model could be considered too heavy but on me, I could pull off a pair of ass-hugging jeans and fill out a tank top quite nicely. All in all, I had the package that most men wanted but mostly I declined their offers and instead threw myself into my studies. Usually, I dressed down instead of up, trading those same ass-hugging jeans for pajama pants and a large men's white shirt when I attended class. It worked for me considering the hours I put into studying and only when I visited Josef did I wear my best clothing. Though I doubted he even noticed the jeans and the tank top, assuming he had seen it all and nothing impressed him anymore.
Turning away from his gaze, I looked around at the other couples dancing on the floor with us, catching the sight of Mick nuzzling Beth. A slight twinge of envy started in my chest but I quickly brushed it away with how Mick and Beth had known each other far longer than Josef and myself. Those two had grown difficult times, especially when Beth had been kidnapped by Coraline, Mick's wife, and even now, dealing with the fact that she was human and he was a vampire became apparent in their features. I wondered at times when Mick or Beth would bring up the subject of being together as in forever. There was no telling what could happen in a few years' time or certain events might part the two, but I tried not to think on it, knowing they would come to an agreement sooner or later.
Josef tightened his hold on my waist, my attention moving from Beth and Mick back to the man that I desired and wanted, was watching me. My eyes widened in surprise at the thought of being caught looking fondly at the other couple by him. I did not want to explain myself to him if he asked me what I was thinking. Instead he whispered, "You are blushing again." His eyes watched the vein in my neck jump slightly against my skin. I licked my parched lips and caught his gaze move towards my reddened lips. "You look beautiful, I must say," he commented, hearing the strain to get the words out. The words were force and I brushed the compliment quickly but not fast enough that I felt slightly giddy at his words.
Soon after the urge to kiss him kicked in and I needed to get away quickly before I ruined the evening for him by doing so. I started pulling away from him and he started to say something but we were interrupted by another female calling out for him. Turning in the direction of the voice, I smiled ruefully to myself. Veronika, another one of Josef's revolving bedmates came towards us. She was wearing, no, dipped in an outfit that revealed everything and anything to the public without ever being arrested for public nudity.
Josef held onto my hand, keeping me from making my hasty escape. Frowning, I turn to glance at him as Veronika stopped to lay her hand on Josef's forearm, a sign of territory in the female's world. "Sorry for the wait, I had a modeling shoot and it ran a bit late but I am here," Veronika said to Josef, ignoring the fact I was standing right next to him. One thing stuck out in my mind at Veronika's words was that she was invited by Josef and that she had arrived. Slowly, it dawned on me; I was the safety date, the person you could count on to be available if the first date does not pan out.
This was a pity invite and I was the person being pitied on because Josef called the day before the event to invite me. I had been excited enough that I did not question the late invite. All I was thinking was the fact that he sent a woman over with a slew of dresses to choose from, a hairdresser, as well as, a make up artist. When he sent a personal driver to pick me up, I felt I was in a fairy tale other than the fact my prince charming was a vampire, but still. Now, I the feeling of a princess was replaced by a woman used for the convenience of availability. "Who is she?," Veronika asked, finally having the decency to acknowledge my presence. Josef started once more but I cut him to the chase.
Grabbing Veronika's hand, I shook her hand. "The name is Marguerite and I am Josef's cousin by marriage. His uncle married my aunt a few months ago. Since you were originally his date, go on and take him, while I get a drink and find me a man," I answer, winking at Josef as I pulled away. Josef was displeased, showing it in the narrowing of his eyes and his mouth but he had his bed buddy and I was going to have fun nonetheless.
Wearing a dress that cost more than my first year's tuition, dolled up to a T, I planned on making this night interesting. Walking off of the dance floor and leaving Josef to deal with Veronika, I saw Beth look up from Mick's shoulder, sending a silent signal towards me. Mouthing, "I'm fine," to her, I headed towards the powder room, needing to freshen up a bit. Checking my mascara and powder, I dabbed a bit of oil off of my nose, reapplying my lipstick before placing the items back in my cleavage. With a dress like the one I was wearing, having a purse could ruin the effect. "Let me guess, you also have your cell phone strapped to your thigh and a bit of cash in your gloved hands," a female voice questioned, surprising me into looking up. Though the voice was a female, the Adamís apple bobbing up and down in the woman's neck revealed otherwise.
Turning to face her, I was slightly stunned by how beautiful the woman was in her dress. Other than the red flag of her birth sex, she could have been another one of Josef's leading bedmates. Though with this female, there was an air of comfort and friendliness. I adored that in people, never into being in groups of negative people. With one negative person, it was only time before the whole group became downers and I was not into moping over my shoe getting muddy or my nail chipping. If a person could not survive through muddy shoes, how could he or she get through the real world, as I saw it. In Los Angeles, quoting Marilyn Monroe's view on Hollywood, it was a place where it would pay me a thousand dollars for a kiss but fifty cents for my soul, was a great way to look at this city.
"That I did, though I had to use the blue tape instead of the duct tape, less of a pain once I have to rip the tape off," I commented, smiling as I stepped aside to let the mysterious woman wash her dainty hands. Another thing that got me, but knowing in Los Angeles, she could have gone to one of the best plastic surgeons to have herself made into the plastic Barbie doll. Her breasts were another thing that caught my attention. A man would get on his knees and motorboat those bazookas though I shrugged off the thought of doing it as well.
The woman as she washed her hands told me her name. Sasha was the female's name and we started to talk in the bathroom and moved it towards the open bar, settling our asses on the bar stools. "What will you ladies be having?," the cute bartender asked us. Smiling at him, I blushed slightly, finding myself enamored with him. Sasha ordered a scotch on the rocks while I ordered a glass of water. In a few days' time, I would be dwindling and legally able to drink, but I found alcohol and I did not mesh well. At weddings, I had champagne and even Josef offered glasses of wine to sweeten my bloodstream but I declined every time.
"Here you go ladies, enjoy," the bartender placed the drinks in front of us, stopping to throw me a wink. The blush I had previously for him came back again, this time deepening in my face that I resembled a cherry. Sasha, my new companion nudged my side hard enough to cause a wince, reminding me once more this woman still had the mannerisms of a male which I admired even more.
"You need to jump on him quick before the other ladies rip his pants off, Marguerite." Hearing Sasha's words made me let out a crack of laughter, the kind that made me double over with the intensity of it. The bartender whom Sasha dubbed, 'Buns of Steel', came back to ask me what I was laughing about. Glancing at Sasha, I smiled, chewed on my lower lip, and winked at him. It was for me to know and for him to find out over a date tomorrow night if he was free. No idea what I was doing asking this bartender out when I had a crush on Josef but comparing who I had a change of a relationship, the bartender won out.
Exchanging numbers with the bartender, Sasha nudged me once more after James the Bartender went to pour another's drink. At least this time she nudged me less hard, whistling through her teeth at me in a gesture of admiration. "Darling, you are on fire," she whispered as she ordered another scotch. I nursed my glass of water, taking sips every few minutes. A tap on my shoulder brought my attention from wondering what James the Bartender could be wearing my bed sheet to Josef sans Veronika.
He threw on the 1000-watt of a smile on myself and at Sasha, who audibly swooned, fanning herself with her own hand. Smirking at seeing Sasha fall under Josef's alluring smile, she even went as far in asking if Josef was single, I could not help but enjoy the scene. Josef enjoyed the attention and fawning Sasha dished out. Made me think I only crushed on Josef because we were around each other and my active imagination started to make mountains out of mole hills with his glances and words. To him, it was a play he put on to everyone around him, reciting the same lines to different woman with the desired effect he usually had and then the same lines to remove the ladies from his life. With me it was no different though I had never been in his bed.
While he conversed with Sasha a bit, I noticed he had placed his hand on my lower back, his fingertips slowly caressing my spine. Standing up straight on the bar stool, I shied away from his hand but he moved forward to do it again. Heat started to rise up between places where it laid dormant but his hand stroking my lower back was awakening the urges to be satisfied in other areas. The kind which made a female's mind head into the gutter and pull out a few x-rated fantasies.
Quickly and without much thought, I jumped off of the bar stool, turning from Sasha's confused look and Josef's smirk towards the bar mirror hanging over the alcoholic beverages. "I remembered I forget to feed my dog, Phantom, his food. He gets moody when he does not get his food. I am going to head off and Sasha, it was a pleasure to meet you. You have my number and let's hang out as soon as you want." Smooth move, though Sasha was nice enough to play along. She agreed but she spilled the beans with calling her as soon as James the Bartender went out with me.
No glance was placed towards Josef, feeling his eyes burn holes into my face as he escorted me out of the ballroom. Mick and Beth as far as I could tell had left to his apartment to jumpstart their own kind of dancing. One of these days I was going to sit down with Mick and have him tell me his life story. Beth might have gotten the story before me but I wanted to know what Mick's life was about seeing that Josef's mouth was sewn up shut on his own history. "I enjoyed myself tonight, did you cousin Josef?," I joked, openly teasing him with the cousin comment. He did not say a word on it, waiting impatiently for the driver to come around, checking his watch every so often and tapping his foot.
When the driver came and stepped out to open the doors for us, Josef growled at him, "You are late, when we get back you're fired." Stopping before I entered into the private car, I smiled at the driver who was pale and slightly shaking. Hopefully, Josef would reconsider once he had a glass of blood in him. From the way he was acting, I guessed he was famished and needed a pick me up. Settling in the seat next to me, Josef merely glanced out the window, the nightlife whizzing by the windows.
After a few minutes of silence in the car, it was too much for me. "Have you drank tonight, Josef?," I inquired, turning to face him in the seat, placing my hands in my lap. The material of the red dress moved against my thighs and made me much aware of what I was wearing. This was a dress I would cherish knowing Josef had the dresser come to my off-campus apartment with a slew of dresses in my size, fit, and favorite colors. Made me wonder if he had watched me closer than I assumed.
Josef did not say a word and I went back to my thoughts. Once arriving at my apartment did I remove myself from the thoughts of James and our impending date and glanced once more towards Josef. His eyes were searching for something out in the distance but I could tell he was ignoring me for leaving him with Veronika. Why he was upset about it, I had no clue. Instead, he should have been happy I did not cause a scene with the woman on the dance floor. "Good night, Josef," I whispered, stepping out of the car and thanking the driver. I pulled out a twenty, handing it to the man, thanking him once more for the drive here. The driver smiled and nodded as I headed up the stairs towards the door.
I turned having pushed the key into the door, ready to turn it and head inside. Josef was at the foot of the stairs, his hands in his pockets, and looking as if he wanted to say more. Crossing my arms, I leaned against the door, cocking my head to the side in wonderment of what he wanted now. He obviously wanted nothing to do with me and I figured he wanted to tell me he no longer needed my services. A small pang started in my chest and it felt almost a break up though we were not together as a couple and he would easily forget me once he threw me to the side.
"If you are trying to tell me I am fired, then get it over with, and I can start looking for another job," I replied, sighing, rubbing my forehead. Taking another glance up, I was not surprised to see him standing in front of me. Josef and his abilities intrigued me more than I ever thought could be possible. When he first tried to scare me when interviewing to become one of his fleshies, he asked if I was afraid of him. Oh, he pulled out all the stops, with the flaring of his fangs, his eyes, growling at me, and even throwing a few items around me, all of it trying to see if I was going to run in the other direction. I passed since I had no bad marks on my criminal record and reminded him my sister was, Iris, famous for her jazz and blue playing skills and a vampire as well.
Sighing, he looked away towards the skyline and back to me. "I am not firing you, Marguerite. Instead, I was trying to come up with why you told Veronika you were my cousin." He smiled and I could not help but smile back. When you thought about it, telling someone Josef was my cousin by marriage was a bit farfetched, seeing that Josef never mentioned any living family members. There was a good chance all of his family bloodline died off and he was the only one holding the surname. Beth mentioned a vampire and a human could have a child though it had never been tried or even spoken of in the community and she thought of a little MickBeth running around, his/her baby fangs flashing as it waited to be bottle fed blood.
As I glanced at his face of what I could see casted on by my porchlight, I tried to tell myself he and I were different and a relationship was impossible. No matter what, he was the employer and I was the employee, no crossing the line and that was that. "It helped to squash what could have been a sticky situation, Josef. Better to let her think I was a cousin than your date or in her mind, something more. Veronika is the kind of girl to start a cat fight and then blame it on hormones, Josef."
He seemed to agree, commenting Veronika asking all sorts of questions about me. "Yes, she kept asking about whether I had asked you before her and if I was doing it out of duty." Ouch, it stung but I let it slide. There was no need for explanations or what was spoken between the Veronika and him. Once more I had to silently explain to myself the line between professionalism and stopping the urge to come onto Josef, my boss. Thoughts of being more than a fleshie to him had to be squashed in order to keep things professional.
I watched him watch me. "I am not upset or anything just to let you know. I was a bit pissed that you had me as a shoe-in date but I got over it once I met Sasha and...," I faltered, not knowing how to place James into the sentence. No shame should have been felt on my part since we were not dating or anything for that matter. Josef's hand reached out and caressed my cheek an action that seemed out of place for him. Never did I suspect he touched a woman in this manner unless it was to seduce them to his bed. However, we were standing in front of my apartment door, bidding each other good night as far as I assumed he was being nice enough to see me to my door.
"And the bartender that is taking you out tomorrow night," Josef commented. The son of a gun. He heard the conversation between the bartender and myself. If his ears picked up on the interaction with James the Bartender then he must know about the bathroom talk with Sasha. I prayed he had not picked up on that. He leaned in close to me and whispered against my neck, "Next time, you must show me how you strapped on the cell phone to your thigh and even lend an extra pair of helping hands." God, what mortification I felt as I shut my eyes and groaned in embarrassment.
When I opened my eyes, Josef was at the door of his private car, waving goodbye to me. I swear on a stack of Cosmopolitans he smirked up at me but I could not tell by the darkness engulfing the Los Angeles area. "He is going to be the death of me or something else," I whispered beneath my breath. Shaking my head, I turned around to let myself into the apartment. One last time, I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the car drive away, the headlights dimming in the shrouding night.
Hopefully people on E can give me some constructive critiques on it and hope everyone enjoyed it.