Welcome to the 126th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme: A Sexy Vampire
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I've never written a vampire character so to fit into this week's theme how about some flash fiction. Here we go...
The music throbbed, the base so strong I could feel it in my chest. The strobe lights flashed. A steady stream of patrons filled the club. The brew flowed. It was a typical Friday night.
"Sadie, hold the bar, I'm gonna go break up those two bone-heads about to go at it before they bust up the place."
"Sure boss, " I said, as I stepped behind the bar. I picked up one of the freshly washed glasses and began to dry it with one of the fluffy white bar towels.
All of a sudden the door at the entrance opened, bringing with it a gust of cold air and two new patrons.
"Sexy paramedics at ten o'clock, Sadie," one of the other servers alerted me. I loved a man in uniform and she knew it. I looked up just in time to see one of the hunky EMTs take the bar stool directly in front of me. And he did fill out his service blues quite like no other, I noted. He was beyond handsome, in a dark and mysterious kind of way. Intense. Dangerous. I clenched the glass tightly. Being on duty and all, I assumed he wasn't drinking. I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and lost all train of thought.
"Yes, you may help me," he prompted in a low voice, as if I'd spoken.
Fuck! Duh, get it together, Sadie, I berated myself. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "What can I get you?" I asked, when I finally found my voice.
"Your hand," he said, holding his out.
Without thought, I reached for him. It wasn't until then that I felt the sting in my hand, and the tell-tale trickle of warmth down my arm. In shock, I stared at the medic. A thick shard of jagged glass, from the broken tumbler, jutted from my palm. What? When? The words formed on my lips but never came. The minute his fingers touched my flesh a warmth radiated from his fingertips, seeping up my arm. Bright red droplets dripped from my wrist onto the bar-top. His nostrils flared. His pupils dilated, making his eyes positively black. As he pulled my hand to him he bowed his head. "Let me get this for you," he whispered, right before he placed his full sensual lips to my skin and drank.
So what do you think? My first sexy vampire. How did I do?
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