Turning The Tables

A woman goes to a bar to meet a bloke.

                                                    Turning The Tables

Jennifer stood at the bar.  Around her were many people, some waiting patiently to get served.  She held a glass of red wine, she adored the colour.  She glanced about her to see if she found anyone familiar.  

She had been coming here for only a couple of weeks.  Someone had recommended this place, saying it was ideal for meeting the opposite sex.  She hadn’t been with a bloke for a long time.  Her last relationship had ended badly.  

Jennifer took a sip and it tasted very nice.

Some distance from her she could make out a group of young women, as they giggled amongst themselves.

She remembered being that age, when everything seemed new, exciting.

Jennifer made her way to the window.  In the glass she could see the reflection of most people in the room while they chatted and laughed.  Some had had too much to drink.  She found this amusing, because in the morning they would pay the price.

Tonight she wore a red dress.  She felt sexy, and it made her feel good.

Lights from many windows could be observed through the glass as they reached the dark heavens above.

She needed a man tonight.  

She licked her lips and could taste the lipstick which she wore.  Then she saw a man approach her from behind.  

It was him.  When she had first arrived she’d seen him from afar.  And from that moment she had waited for him to make the first move.

In her left ear a voice said softly, “Do you mind if I join you?”

Jennifer turned round, and before her stood a very good looking male with short black hair, and the cutest brown eyes.  He had a sexy smile which she liked.

“Yes, you may join me,” she replied, as she looked him up and down.

He noticed this, then said, “ For some reason I am drawn to you.”

She placed one of her hands on his chest, and peered seductively into his eyes.  “You have a strong heart.  You’re a man with much potential.”

“Thank you,” answered he.

And she said, “Come and join me on the dance floor.”

Jennifer took hold of his hand and led him into the middle of the small crowd while they danced.  She placed her hands on the back of his neck.

Both danced slowly to a ballad.

They gazed into each others eyes.

She could feel his heartbeat against her bosom as it raced with excitement.

Jennifer whispered in his ear, “Tell me your name?”

“Richard,” was all he said.

She brushed a hand through his hair.  “I like you, Richard.  And tonight I want to spend it with you.”

He gave her a look of surprise, before replying, “My place is nearby.  If you fancy it?”

She kissed the side of his neck tenderly, then said, “Let’s go back to my place.  It’s only a short journey by taxi.”

A smile appeared on his thirty something face.  “Then it’s agreed,” he concluded.

Both left the nightclub and within ten minutes a taxi had pulled up.  They got in.  

The moon shone brightly in the sky above, causing a pleasant glow onto the street below.

Finally the taxi stopped and the two of them got out.

She smiled at him while she unlocked the door.  And all he kept thinking was, I can’t wait to get you all on your own, and soon you’ll be dead.  Like the rest.

He had murdered countless women over the years.  Usually meeting them in bars.  He enjoyed the thrill of the chase.  He loved killing them even more.  It was like a drug he couldn’t give up.  He never stayed in the same place too long, through the fear of getting caught.

She made her way up the flight of stairs, and he followed eagerly.  

Jennifer turned on a light and the bedroom dazzled.  

Richard came towards her, and said, “I’m sorry.”

She looked at him with a confused look.  “Sorry for what?”

“For what I have to do next,” he said coldly.

He grabbed her around the throat.  She made no sound.  He shoved her against the nearest wall.  Some items that stood on a shelf fell to the floor.  His face was inches from hers.  This is when he noticed how pale her skin was.  And her eyes were the most lightest green he had ever witnessed.  But what surprised him the most, was how composed she was.  By this time women would be trying to scream the house down.  

With all his strength he threw her to the floor.  Still she made no noise.

She hit the side of the bed hard.

Richard walked over to her.  She was still.  Her hair covered her face.

He had a feeling of disappointment rush through him.  This was too easy.  

He kicked her softly in the ribs.

“Wake up, you b***h,” said he.

Her body didn’t move.  

He was tiring of this fast.  Most women at this point would be begging for their lives.  

He looked about the room to see if there was anything suitable to bash her head in with.  

Then he heard a faint voice.

“Please leave.”

Richard laughed, and said, “So you are awake.”

He kicked her hard in the leg.

Still she made no sound.

He neared her and grabbed the back of her neck.  

“I’m going to make you suffer,” he yelled.

Her hair fell away from her face.  She turned in his direction.

In utter shock he stumbled backwards into a wall.  He looked up at her and couldn’t believe what he was seeing with his own eyes.  Her face had now transformed into something which was quite hideous.  Her eyes were like dark slits.  Inside of her mouth were two razor-sharp teeth either side.  Her finger nails had grown longer and sharper.

Richard felt sheer terror.

“What the hell are you?” he bellowed.

She laughed, then came closer.  “Would you like to see what I am?”

Her red dress dropped to the floor.

He noticed her body was full of pink scars.

“What are you?” he asked again.  His heart raced.

She was a couple of metres from him.  “I am surprised in you, dear Richard.  And I’m afraid you picked the wrong woman this time.”

“I don’t understand,” he said bewildered.

“The moment I saw you enter the nightclub I put a spell on you.  And in time you came to me.  Now you are here.  And I’m afraid, dear Richard, your time is up.  But think of all the women that you killed, while you die at the hands of a woman.  But your death will not be in vain, as I need to feed.”

He shouted, “Get away from me, you freak.”

She looked into his eyes.

He found them strangely hypnotic.  He tried turning away.  It was like she had a power over him which was difficult to resist.

She came closer.

He tried to move.  He then realised he was paralysed.

Nearer she came.  She placed both hands on his shoulders.

He tried to scream, but nothing came out.  He could see her mouth open wider, and he could feel her hot breath on the side of his neck.  He was so scared in that moment, he pissed himself.  Tears streamed down his face.  Then an agonising pain was felt.  

Within seconds he was dead.

Jennifer had completely drained his body of blood.  The hunger had now gone.   She sat on the floor beside him.  

She already felt stronger.  

It was still hours before she would sleep, as it was only 2 am.  She couldn’t recollect the last time she had seen daylight, apart from through a drawn curtain.  Ever since she’d been bitten many years ago, she knew the sun could hurt her.  It was a lonely life.  

She licked some blood from her fingers.  It tasted good.  Then she got up from the floor and made her way into the bathroom.  

The End

Reviews

[Marie]

So she was a vampire...?
I wondered why she went with him so quickly.
Chilling tale...

[steve]

Thanks, Marie. I will get round to proofreading chapter 27 of Willow Park next week. Also I will make an effort to read some of your stuff. Sorry I didn't last week like I said, but I was consumed with writing new material.

[steve]

Yes, she was a vampire. She liked the colour red, and when she's standing at the window, she can see everyone else's reflection, but not her own.

[Ky]

Woah, didn't expect that. I'm not sure what I was expecting though, but I liked it~

[steve]

Cheers!!