It was Halloween night. A young woman, about 20 years of age, was handing out candy at her house. She was dressed in a modest, strapless Tinkerbell costume.
She lived on her own, orphaned, and left her foster home as soon as she came of age. She moved into her new home 2 years ago, living in small apartments courtesy of her foster parents, before that. This was a new town for her, a place for her to start a new life. Not too far from the city, but enough to be away from what she started out in.
One of her co-workers, and current best friend of 1 ½ years, had invited her to a big Halloween bash in one of the ritzy neighborhoods. She described it as "the party of the year." As anxious as the young woman was, she accepted the invite and waited at least til the trick-or-treating was over.
As the clock in her house struck ten, the porch lights all went off one by one, including her own. She grabbed her coat and keys and set off for the party.
Tinkerbell:
"I have no idea why I am even going to this party. I won't know anyone, and it's not like any guy will want to "pick me up." I should have told her my dog was sick or something. Yeah, I'll call her and tell her Snow is sick.... But then she'll give me crap. Damn."
I pull into the driveway. There are cars parked on either side in the lawn all the way up the drive. I find a spot about halfway up and park.
"Well, I guess since I'm here I might as well check it out for a bit."
I walk up the drive. I swear it's a half mile long. I pass stumbling teenagers, no doubt drunk, and a few eager party goers rush past me to the door. There is a red velvet rope, and a line to get in. It doesn't seem like they're doing much screening, just as long as you are in a costume, you get in. I'm let in with no questions.
I make my way through the thick crowd in what I believe is the grand ballroom. It had been cleared out and had a dance floor big enough to fit around 200 bodies, with a bar on the other side of the room and small round tables fitted with bar stools throughout the edge of the dark room. I made it to a table in a far corner away from most of the crowd. I order a drink from one of the many French Maid waitresses walking around and wait for my friend to show up.
I'm weary sitting here. Since I arrived I had felt as if someone was watching me. The maid shows up and leaves with my empty glass just as I spot a figure across the room. It was him. He was the one that has been watching me. I don't know how, but I know it's him. He is dressed in all black. A tight black t-shirt, cargo pants with chain, all covered in a long black leather overcoat. He starts walking toward me; I feel a bit of fear prick the back of my mind as he comes closer. He walks over, and sits on the neighboring stool. Flashing me a smile, I notice his teeth. Those are the best vampire fangs I had ever seen, it almost seemed like they grew a little as his smile faded. And his eyes, oh his eyes, they were a fierce and cold blue, yet somehow they seemed soft and warm as they looked at me.
"Hey there Tinkerbell." He said in a deep sultry, almost hypnotic, voice. "Would you like a drink?" He pushes over a wine glass filled with a deep red wine.
"This isn't blood is it?" I say jokingly
"Ha-ha! It may just be, but you have to have a taste to find out." He downs his own glass full of the wine and flashes me another smile, showing off his fangs,
"Ooo, I think we have a big scary vampire here." I push the drink away. "Sorry, but I don't take drinks from strangers. I'm not stupid. I'm not going to be drugged and raped, thank you."
"You wound me deeply Tinkerbell." He bows to me and takes my glass, drinking it all in one gulp. "Well my dear, would you at least accompany me to obtain a drink for you at the bar?" He offers his arm.
"Are you paying?"
"For the lovely lady, of course."
"Fine, why not." I take his arm. "So, you seem to know my name, what shall I call you?"
"I don't know. Big Scary Vampire sounded good when you said it."
"Nah, too long. How about Fangs?"
"Sounds great." We arrive at the bar. "I'll have another wine, and for the lovely Tinkerbell?"
"I'm thinking something sweet."
"Here," handing me his glass, "have a taste. See if you like it."
Giving him a "fine, whatever" glance, I hold the glass and take a small sip. It's a sweet wine, but one that I had never tried before. It was odd how truly sweet it was though; there was no bitter kick at the end or dryness after I swallowed.
"You have a fine taste Fangs. I'll have whatever he's having."
"We'll take the bottle as well." Offering his arm, I take a hold of it. We walk to a new table in a different room, probably usually the living room. There is a layer of fog about 3 feet deep. We sit across from each other and work slowly on emptying the bottle.
"So, do you want to tell me anything about yourself, Tinkerbell?
"Well, a little about myself you say? My employer is a child wearing green tights, and refuses to grow up. My job is to sprinkle pixie dust on little brats and to make them fly since they can't do it on their own."
"Ha-ha! Oh Tinkerbell, you kill me. You know, I could help you get a new job. It will be quick, and why not, it's Halloween." He winks and bares his fangs in a devious smile. I could have sworn they were shorter earlier.
"Sorry, but I am pretty content with my job. Besides, what else is a pixie to do?" I say that last part with much sarcasm and drama.
"Well, you could be like me. Free to do whatever you want, and when. Have the power of the night on your side. I could give that to you Tinkerbell. Live your life brat-free. Just one, quick, bite."
"Ha-ha! You're funny Fangs. Oh! I gotta go, my friends are here." I get up and start to walk away when he calls out to me.
"Wait, can you at least tell me your name?"
My friends have caught up to me and start to pull me to the dance floor when I yell back, "My name is Catherine!" Then I disappear into the crowd.
Fangs:
Damn. Why did they have to do that? Always, when you're about to starts something, their friends come and take them away. Anyway, it's not like I'm gonna bite... hard. I guess I could just go find another one for the night, but there is something about her.
