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|On the Edge (standard:horror, 1645 words)|
|Author: kissofthehungry||Added: May 26 2005||Views/Reads: 2110/1358||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Standing on the edge of the dancing, pulsing mass of young adults, Dee never felt more alone. Little did she know the dark underworld was about to seduce her.|
Standing on the edge of the dancing, pulsing mass of young adults, Dee had never felt more alone. Her twin sister, Cayla, had insisted she come along even though she never enjoyed clubbing. Now, here she was, pressed shyly against a lonely wall while her sister moved as one with the strangers of the dance floor. Several men and women had approached her and asked her to dance, but she couldn't manage to turn her legs of lead into anything usable. Giving a heavy sigh, she absently twirled a strand of light brown hair aronud her pointer finger. Maybe Cayla would get bored and would be willing to leave soon, not that it seemed likely. At that moment, Cayla, shiny with sweat and exhileration, popped up at her side, panting, "Come on Dee, get into the groove." Her glittery halter top clung stubbornly to her tight stomach, making her even more jealous. Cayla was everything that she wanted to be, when people met them, they never believed they were twins. "I don't know why I let you drag me to this, I hate clubs and crowds and all of this. How much longer are you gonna be?" she griped, mentally cursing the pretty blonde. "Ah come on, you'd have a lot more fun if you were out there dancing with me instead of hugging this wall. I bet plenty of people have hit on you and you'd told them to go away," Cayla chugged thirstily at a water bottle, a trail dribbling out of the right corner of her mouth. She squirmed uncomfortably and mumbled, "I didn't exactly tell them to go away, I just didn't feel like dancing." "Uh huh, when are you gonna lighten up and have some fun? Quit being a damn stick in the mud, Dee. I'm going back out there, you should join me but we both you won't. You'll be old and boring, sitting here like an old spinster and whining about how you never have any fun," she laughed and was gone back into the crowd before Dee could defend herself. It was true, and she hated Cayla for being able to nail her with her teasing statement. An hour passed, and Cayla never reappeared from the never ceasing to move mass of flesh. Dee checked her watch nervously, noticing the nearly empty bottle of water had a light purple lip print on the rim. Where was her sister? Her stomach was tying into knots, something felt wrong. Absently, she moved the bottle so that she could look at the ring of water beneath it on the shiny black surface of the table. Where was Cayla? A young man who looked as if he were barely past fifthteen walked up and asked her if he could buy her a drink. Without hardly taking a breath, she dismissed him with an excuse that her date was getting her one, the entire time eyeing the dancers. There were hundreds of blondes in the crowd, most of the bottle kind, but not once did she see her sister. After another half hour had passed, a cold chill had descended upon her body, she knew without a doubt that something was very wrong. Abandoning her post that she had clung to for several hours, she dove headfirst into the crowd, cringing as sweaty bodies pressed up against her. Her vision seemed to be spinning, she felt clausterphobic and couldn't breathe. Frightened, she began to scream, "Cayla? Cayla?" The heavy beat of the music drowned her voice out but she knew, even if she could be heard, Cayla would not answer. Panicking, she began to push people out of her way only to get knocked down. Trying to avoid being stepped upon, she managed to get to her feet. Knowing that she wasn't going to find her twin like she trying to, she fought her way back out off the dance floor. Dismissing the urge to throw up, she found a payphone and called the police. Then, she went outside into the cool night air that felt so crisp and refreshing against her burning skin. The dispatcher arrived quick enough, without blue and red lights flashing as she expected. The cop was young, seemed straight out of the academy, and he began to saunter towards the club, openly eyeing the young women with cleavage up to their chin. Click here to read the rest of this story (93 more lines)
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