It's the one night of the year when I can actually go out and be myself. I spend so much time trying to be someone else, someone socially acceptable. But Halloween? I am I.
Forty-seven years ago, I became a vampire. I don't have some incredible saga to tell, the way Lestat or Diana have; it was just something I wanted. I had a fetish for vampires and loved being bitten. I found a vampire; she transformed me, the end. I was afraid of age. But I digress.
I used to hate Halloween for the trite costumes. Every man looks like a fraternity prank, every woman like a slutty version of some traditionally feminine occupation: nurse, cheerleader, Heidi. It sets feminism back every year.
Then I realized this was my night to come out of my shell. My catlike yellow eyes see so much better without my usual blue contacts over them. I can let my fangs grow and not worry about the reaction I receive. And this year? I decided I would dress normally. I would dress the way normal women do for Halloween: as a vampire whore. I ditched my human name, Alison, and flaunted my given name: Akasha. Spirit-Energy Queen.
I was meeting my best friend of twelve years at the bar. He's my only human friend, and the only one who knows my identity. We have always flirted with each other, but it never went anywhere. He doesn't want to be turned; he likes his eternal damnation the old fashioned way: alcohol, cigarettes, and selfishness. I love him.
When he turned and saw me, his jaw dropped. I suddenly felt insecure in my stilettos and thigh-high fishnets. I tugged at my short satin skirt, hoping he didn't see my milky skin underneath. I shouldn't have worn a thong! He wrapped his arm around my waist and gave me a hug and a quick kiss on my cheek. My waist is already small, and tonight the corset binds it to be even smaller. Feeling his arm around me was a completely new feeling, a combination of power and frailty.
"You, my dear, are quite a surprise this evening. You look amazing. What possessed you?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
He touched my collarbone, lightly grazing the fullness of my breast, pushed up on display by the corset. He said, "Well I'm definitely surprised!" and laughed with his deep, hoarse laugh.
"And you, Seth, dressed this way for my amusement, I suppose," I said to him.
He was wearing a traditional cassock and a priest's collar. He looked incredibly sexy. The cross around his neck gave me a twinge of sadness. I had been catholic Christian before I was turned, and I could not wear a cross any more. It felt like a 100 pound albatross around my neck. He saw me staring at it and said, "Don't worry, ma petite, it isn't blessed. I'm only pretending to cure you of your wicked ways."
Another throaty laugh from him and I was laughing as well. We looked at each other for a moment, seeing each other with new eyes. We had always flirted, but tonight was different somehow. We toasted to each other- to our long friendship- and headed to the bar, scanning the crowd for innocent victims for our game. I love to watch him with other women. It gives me such pleasure to see him happy.
After a drink, we separated to find our quarry. I was surprised at the stares I received. People complimented me on the realism of my yellow cat eyes and sharp fangs. Men stared. Amusingly, they were staring at my eyes, not my chest, for once! I flirted with tons of guys, but there were only two kinds: the ones in fraternity costumes and those too insecure to wear one. A non-costumed man struck up a conversation with me, and I engaged. He was a nice person, but so very boring. He would start a topic but then know nothing about it. He bragged he was building a house with home-theatre wiring; when I asked if it was X10, he looked at me blankly. I couldn't break free, and couldn't find Seth anywhere. Then the conversation faded from my ears, and I could hear the pulse of a human, his heart beating in time with mine. My quim throbbed with every beat of his heart as I turned to see him pass, catching a glimpse of the back of him.
He was tall, with dark brownish black hair and light skin. He was wearing a floor-length duster and a white shirt, its stiff white lace collar tightly wrapped around his neck. His hair was modern, but his clothing was that of an old-world aristocrat. He appeared to be looking for someone. He turned his head, scanning the crowd, and his beautiful blue eyes looked sad. I was riveted to him. I missed my own blue eyes, the color of a tropical ocean at sunrise, the color they were before I turned. His pale skin was flawless, and I forgave his modern haircut with his old-world clothing. Then I saw them. His mouth opened slightly in discomfort, and I saw his teeth.
Even as a human, I had an obsession with nice teeth. If a man was plain, but had beautiful teeth, I would become aroused on sight. Men I dated who had nice teeth were kissed eagerly as I would suck and lick their teeth. This man I saw tonight had incredible teeth. I nearly gasped when I saw that his canines were long and pointed. His tongue touched the tip of one of them, and though I knew they weren't real, I was already seduced. He disappeared into the crowd. I realized that the boring man was still talking to me.
I listened to him drone on about more topics that he thought would impress me, and I felt guilty about how I'd been ignoring him. But hey, his life is short, and he should be talking to a woman who will actually sleep with him. I excused myself, said I was going to look for my friend, and went to hunt my quarry.
Searching a crowded bar is not easy, and even in stilettos I'm only 5'10" or so. I bumped into Seth but didn't tell him of my find. He was with a couple of women who were cute, so I didn't want to talk long. We smiled at each other and I edged behind him. To my surprise, he grabbed between my legs and felt the wetness on my underwear. I stopped and let him touch me as he flirted with two others. Closing my eyes, I tried to attune to that heartbeat again, but with no luck. Where would a morose-looking man go if he couldn't find his buddies? To the bar for a drink, of course. I pulled away from Seth and headed for the bar.
There he was. This was no time to play games, to seduce him slowly. I walked up to him with no fear and bared my teeth in a smile. He saw them and smiled; I melted seeing those fangs in his mouth. He introduced himself as Angel. I couldn't believe he chose such a trite name, but as it turns out, he's always gone by that name, even before the show. He was born on Halloween, so the vampire costume had been a natural choice. Now I knew why I could feel his pulse inside me. He put his arm around me, feeling my corset, sliding his hand down my back to grab my ass.
My skirt was so short, and my underwear so small, that the action of grabbing my firm behind pulled up my skirt and he grabbed bare skin. I felt such pleasure and shock at his boldness. His cerulean eyes widened when he realized where he was touching me. He apologized with insincerity and I laughed, moving closer to him. He was Mine now.
