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|Twilight, My Reflection (standard:other, 1383 words)|
|Author: Jenkis||Added: Nov 10 2000||Views/Reads: 2353/1150||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Midnight is when the Night begins. **FEEDBACK APPRECIATED**|
As soon as Twilight walked into the room, the smell of clove cigarettes and artificial fog greeted her. The dark, pounding music added to the obscure yet ethereally sensual atmosphere. She brought her vanilla-flavored clove to her lush lips and took a deliciously long drag, closing her eyes s the smoke rolled down her tongue and out her mouth. She made her way down through the scattered, mostly empty tables and the staring eyes of their few occupants to a deserted one, almost in the back of the place, then sat down after checking that the front door was semi-visible from her point of view. A woman with short blonde hair a couple of chairs away almost ate Twilight up with her eyes. Twilight glanced at her for a moment then looked away with a bored sigh. The woman seemed like everyone else. Twilight couldn’t blame the woman for staring at her, however. She was 5’6” tall with a gorgeously voluptuous body, clad in a childishly enticing white lace dress with puffed sleeves that reached just above her mid-thigh, snow-like lace thigh-high stockings, ebony stiletto-heeled boots and a long black velvet cape. The outfit was completed by finger-less lace gloves that resembled her very pale complexion. , showing off her long digits with long and shiny black nails. Her face was serene yet detached, with arched dark eyebrows, luxuriantly long lashes, and big jet-black eyes that could be as vibrant as fire or as cold as ice. Her nose was rather small, yet well-proportioned to her delicate features, but her lips were her most noticeable asset; luscious and a ripe pink, they gave her face the most sensual air . She was a vision, and she knew it. Twilight tapped her nails lightly on the table as she continued to smoke, the image of her lips wrapping around the cigarette making those who stared at her almost tremble with desire. She tossed an unruly black curl of her very long, glossy hair aside, and proceeded to look around at the people inside the club. There were few people seated in tables, yet the bar and the dance floor, which was large, seemed completely filled. She cocked her head slightly to the side and closed her eyes to enjoy the music. Rampant outbursts of luscious keyboards and emotion-filled lyrics sang by booming deep vocals were accompanied by dark drumbeats. Ah, the beauty of Joy Division. She smiled, humming along to the unforgettable beat of “Love Will Tear Us Apart” and licked her lips, savoring the faint aftertaste of her now finished clove, which lay crumpled on the ashtray beside her hand. The woman who’d been staring at her, was now engaged in random conversation with a girl who’d sat beside her. “Excuse me, Miss?” she heard a voice and looked up to find the waitress standing before her, with a tall and slim body clad in a skin-tight short black dress, and chin-length dyed black hair brushed to the side.. “Would you like something to drink?” the waitress asked her. “Please, a glass of white wine,” Twilight responded, butterscotch voice both soothing and low. “Just a moment, then,” the waitress, who looked like her name should be Krys, said and walked away, leaving Twilight to her thoughts. It was ten past midnight and the night was just beginning. She was looking for that special “Someone.” The man or woman who would walk in that door to make her insides jitter and her skin tingle. The one whose eyes and movements would silently call out her name. The one who would make her feel Alive. She waited. Krys came back with her drink and smiled as Twilight insisted on paying her right away and giving her a good tip, then Krys walked away. Twilight, now sipping her wine, contemplated the thought if dancing, then shook her head. Tonight, she had a mission. So, she waited. “The One” came in not long after that, his long and silky straight red hair tied back with a black ribbon while the rest of his lean body was covered by a gorgeous black leather trench-coat, silken ebony shirt and pants. She watched his every move carefully, crossing her legs under the table, in anticipation of what would happen later. He stopped by the bar, said hello to some people, then started making his way to the tables. She immediately leaned her face on one of her hand and tried to look nonchalant as she stared at him and sipped her wine. He finally saw her and they made eye contact for a few seconds, his eyes were bright blue, and then he came over to her table, taking a seat directly in front of her. “Hello,” his voice was deep and sumptuous, his eyes never left hers as he raised his right arm to summon Krys, the waitress. “Hi,” Twilight smiled, which she didn’t do often, tilting her head to the side and watching silently as he ordered his drink, cold bourbon, and then turned towards her again. “My name is Gabriel, and who might you be?” his eyes were down-right sexual, and they penetrated hers with such an intensity she felt every little hair on her body rise Click here to read the rest of this story (45 more lines)
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