Power in the Blood - Pt. 3
Her proximity brought with it a familiar odor that jolted and intoxicated him. “Thanks. It was… nothing.” The last was almost interrogative.
She sat down beside him. “Anyway, this is going to sound weird and if you don’t want to that’s okay, but I wanted to ask you to the school dance.” She held up a hand. “I know I’m nothing special to look at and maybe you already have a date, but how about it?”
Reggie put his hand over hers. “I think you’re very pretty and you smell great and I’m.. it.. it’s great that you asked. I’d have never gotten up the courage to do it.”
“So that’s a yes then?’ She looked like she’d just won the lottery.
He nodded perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “Absolutely!”
“Good. I’ll pick you up Friday night.” She stood and gathered her books.
He raised an eyebrow. “You have a car?”
“I sure do and maybe after the dance we could hang out and I could thank you properly.” She winked and swirled around, walking away.
Confused by the promise and his sudden turn of fortune, but willing to go with the flow, he tried in vain to return to his studies. Everyone around him noticed that for the rest of the week he was actually chipper, or as near as he ever got.
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Lisa picked him up in a little blue VW. As he got in he reeled from her perfume. “You have to tell me what perfume you’re wearing. It smells fantastic.”
She looked at him a little oddly. “Well thanks, but I’m not wearing anything. I’m allergic to most perfumes.”
“Oh… Well you smell great and look even better.” His face warmed and he smiled. She did look great in her short, white silk dress. He had on a dark gray suit that was his general go to attire for weddings, funerals, and as it turned out school dances.
“Thank you again. You look pretty awesome too.” They drove to the dance and entered into a world of blurred color and sound.
Neither of them danced well. They managed to get through a few quick numbers without embarrassing themselves too much. Slow dances found them clinging to each other as though they were drowning.
Reggie had real difficulty at most social functions. His brain was always blipping from girl to girl to worrying about how dorky he looked to the next girl. Pretty standard for teenage boys or so he guessed. Not with Lisa though. He couldn’t keep his hands, eyes, or attention off of her.
Lisa’s eye sparkled. She laughed at his jokes and seemed to get all of the lame book and movie references he made. “I don’t know why we never went out on a date before.” She said as they sat drinking stop sign red punch.
“I do,” He winked “because I’m blind or stupid or both. Thank you for opening my eyes.” He almost winced, because even in his head it sounded cheesy, but the look on her face told him that she disagreed. She kissed him quickly, but equally softly eliciting a few whistles and laughs that neither of them heard.
They danced the last dance together and were the final couple to leave the floor. All the other kids had left, some for bed, others for one of the after parties where they’d drink their parents liquor.
They walked slowly back to Lisa’s Bug. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Li…”
She put her hand on his chest. “Shh. I want this to be a special night.” She pulled a backpack out from the front hatch and motioned him to follow. They went back behind the school where the Cross Country team practiced. It had been roped off because parts of the track had been washed out during a rainstorm last month.
Woods, part what had once been a full blown park, crouched on the other side of the track field. After a few minutes of tramping through the underbrush thick from neglect, they arrived at a clearing. “I found this spot while taking some pictures for the yearbook.” She pulled a blanket from the backpack and spread it out. “Sit down.”
Reggie could hardly believe this was happening. He was about to make out with this cute girl. He did as he was told, head swimming.
She straddled him, causing her dress to ride up revealing lacy underwear and stockings. Moonlight made her clothes shimmer.
“You’re an angel.” He whispered. Unbidden and for the first time tonight, thoughts crawled from his subconscious. Ways that this angel could be sullied, humiliated. He pushed them down, or tried to.
She shook her head. “Not tonight. No good girls here.” They began kissing with the passion and sloppiness of two amateurs. Hands, eager to explore places only dreamt about, went where they could. Reggie found himself growling softly and his fingers moved to the hem of her panties seeking what lay beneath.
She stopped him. “We can’t go all the way. I’m sorry, I’m a little… messy.” Her embarrassment was evident even in the moonlight.
Clouds began to mask the light. Reggie shook his head. “Messy? You’re beautiful.”
Frustration flitted across her face. “No, I’m on my period.”
Reggie understood. “Okay, that’s okay. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Relief brought her smile back. “Let’s drink a toast and cool off a bit.” She turned to her backpack and dug around. “I brought some special punch.”
He rocked back and tried to bring his hormones under control. A thought bubbled up like sewer gas. Little whore led me on. Brings us out here and then this? His hands began to shake a bit. He held them up and saw something on the fingers of his right hand. It was hard to see in the pale white light, but he could smell. Under the odor of her arousal, was the scent of blood. His fingers found their way into his mouth and he tasted her. The blood’s character was different, but he felt that same hunger ignite. He wanted more. “Thirsty, yeah I’m dying over here.”
Lisa tried to scream as he grabbed her from behind. She tried to say her Pater Noster, but the hands around her throat and the wailing and gnashing of teeth stopped her.
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Don and his running buddies Joey and Neal heard the animalistic noises coming from the clearing. They had tried to follow the lovers, but got lost. He looked at the jocks and winked. “Guess our boy is gettin’ lucky. That’s okay, I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”
Joey didn’t feel good about this whole thing, but he’d been friends with Don since kindergarten. Backing out now wasn’t an option. Those noises reminded him more of his dog eating a squirrel than anything else. He clutched the bat to his chest like a talisman and followed.
Part Four...
She sat down beside him. “Anyway, this is going to sound weird and if you don’t want to that’s okay, but I wanted to ask you to the school dance.” She held up a hand. “I know I’m nothing special to look at and maybe you already have a date, but how about it?”
Reggie put his hand over hers. “I think you’re very pretty and you smell great and I’m.. it.. it’s great that you asked. I’d have never gotten up the courage to do it.”
“So that’s a yes then?’ She looked like she’d just won the lottery.
He nodded perhaps a little too enthusiastically. “Absolutely!”
“Good. I’ll pick you up Friday night.” She stood and gathered her books.
He raised an eyebrow. “You have a car?”
“I sure do and maybe after the dance we could hang out and I could thank you properly.” She winked and swirled around, walking away.
Confused by the promise and his sudden turn of fortune, but willing to go with the flow, he tried in vain to return to his studies. Everyone around him noticed that for the rest of the week he was actually chipper, or as near as he ever got.
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Lisa picked him up in a little blue VW. As he got in he reeled from her perfume. “You have to tell me what perfume you’re wearing. It smells fantastic.”
She looked at him a little oddly. “Well thanks, but I’m not wearing anything. I’m allergic to most perfumes.”
“Oh… Well you smell great and look even better.” His face warmed and he smiled. She did look great in her short, white silk dress. He had on a dark gray suit that was his general go to attire for weddings, funerals, and as it turned out school dances.
“Thank you again. You look pretty awesome too.” They drove to the dance and entered into a world of blurred color and sound.
Neither of them danced well. They managed to get through a few quick numbers without embarrassing themselves too much. Slow dances found them clinging to each other as though they were drowning.
Reggie had real difficulty at most social functions. His brain was always blipping from girl to girl to worrying about how dorky he looked to the next girl. Pretty standard for teenage boys or so he guessed. Not with Lisa though. He couldn’t keep his hands, eyes, or attention off of her.
Lisa’s eye sparkled. She laughed at his jokes and seemed to get all of the lame book and movie references he made. “I don’t know why we never went out on a date before.” She said as they sat drinking stop sign red punch.
“I do,” He winked “because I’m blind or stupid or both. Thank you for opening my eyes.” He almost winced, because even in his head it sounded cheesy, but the look on her face told him that she disagreed. She kissed him quickly, but equally softly eliciting a few whistles and laughs that neither of them heard.
They danced the last dance together and were the final couple to leave the floor. All the other kids had left, some for bed, others for one of the after parties where they’d drink their parents liquor.
They walked slowly back to Lisa’s Bug. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Li…”
She put her hand on his chest. “Shh. I want this to be a special night.” She pulled a backpack out from the front hatch and motioned him to follow. They went back behind the school where the Cross Country team practiced. It had been roped off because parts of the track had been washed out during a rainstorm last month.
Woods, part what had once been a full blown park, crouched on the other side of the track field. After a few minutes of tramping through the underbrush thick from neglect, they arrived at a clearing. “I found this spot while taking some pictures for the yearbook.” She pulled a blanket from the backpack and spread it out. “Sit down.”
Reggie could hardly believe this was happening. He was about to make out with this cute girl. He did as he was told, head swimming.
She straddled him, causing her dress to ride up revealing lacy underwear and stockings. Moonlight made her clothes shimmer.
“You’re an angel.” He whispered. Unbidden and for the first time tonight, thoughts crawled from his subconscious. Ways that this angel could be sullied, humiliated. He pushed them down, or tried to.
She shook her head. “Not tonight. No good girls here.” They began kissing with the passion and sloppiness of two amateurs. Hands, eager to explore places only dreamt about, went where they could. Reggie found himself growling softly and his fingers moved to the hem of her panties seeking what lay beneath.
She stopped him. “We can’t go all the way. I’m sorry, I’m a little… messy.” Her embarrassment was evident even in the moonlight.
Clouds began to mask the light. Reggie shook his head. “Messy? You’re beautiful.”
Frustration flitted across her face. “No, I’m on my period.”
Reggie understood. “Okay, that’s okay. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Relief brought her smile back. “Let’s drink a toast and cool off a bit.” She turned to her backpack and dug around. “I brought some special punch.”
He rocked back and tried to bring his hormones under control. A thought bubbled up like sewer gas. Little whore led me on. Brings us out here and then this? His hands began to shake a bit. He held them up and saw something on the fingers of his right hand. It was hard to see in the pale white light, but he could smell. Under the odor of her arousal, was the scent of blood. His fingers found their way into his mouth and he tasted her. The blood’s character was different, but he felt that same hunger ignite. He wanted more. “Thirsty, yeah I’m dying over here.”
Lisa tried to scream as he grabbed her from behind. She tried to say her Pater Noster, but the hands around her throat and the wailing and gnashing of teeth stopped her.
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Don and his running buddies Joey and Neal heard the animalistic noises coming from the clearing. They had tried to follow the lovers, but got lost. He looked at the jocks and winked. “Guess our boy is gettin’ lucky. That’s okay, I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”
Joey didn’t feel good about this whole thing, but he’d been friends with Don since kindergarten. Backing out now wasn’t an option. Those noises reminded him more of his dog eating a squirrel than anything else. He clutched the bat to his chest like a talisman and followed.
Part Four...
© 2004 by Scott Roche
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