Elixir

  This is just a rough draft.... a work in progress   I was not just bitten, I was made... Not just another victim for them. At first I was prey, then I became passion, then obsession. To Jonas I was the sweetest elixir running through his veins the moment my blood touched his lips. That first night I fought him as he pulled me close on the dance floor and sunk his teeth into my neck. To me he was just another guy to dance with. He had that dark and dangerous look. I should have trusted my first instinct... but when do I ever? One look at his full lips, ice colored eyes, and his sculpted cheekbones... oh yeah and don’t forget those curls; the dark curls at the back of his neck...To Sasha, I was competition, and a late night snack.     I would never describe myself as ordinary, or extraordinary for that matter. I’m not one to fit into a mold, or conform. My roommate oft described me as the confused Bohemian... jeans, t-shirt, and Manolos... my hair always mussed and crimson.., and I was usually without make-up, but never without lip gloss. I have learned one thing in life, never apologize for being who I am. I love me, what I stand for, and what I do with my life. What I don’t love is my love life... a trail of broken hearts lay behind me. Me, the commitment-phobe. My last relationship was with a farm-league hockey player who had the most amazing stamina, both on the ice and off... But he wanted what every other girl dreams of... the 2.5 kids, the Volvo station wagon and the house in the Hamptons... Me? I’ve never been one to be tied down... well, in the marital sense anyhow. He didn’t want to say goodbye, but I forced the issue. I joined the Navy, and left him staring in stunned silence as I walked away.     Now, in Jonas’ arms I was imprisoned... mentally and physically. His scent, the taste of his lips was so intoxicating. It was like I was in the tentacles of a giant jellyfish, numb yet in indescribable pain. Pain? Pain, you ask. From his first touch I ached for him. Ached for him in the most unhealthy way. Sasha sensed this, and from across the room I could sense her jealousy. Her grey eyes looked black in the low lights of the club. I had met Sasha at the club the night before, chatting with her in the girls room about shoes and men while we both powdered our noses. What I didn’t know is that she was profiling me, sizing me up. Checking out the menu. She wasn’t jealous of Jonas’ grip on me, she was jealous of his instantaneous attraction to me, and mine to him. She and Jonas have been together for over six hundred years and have never felt the connection that matched the one that was blossoming between Jonas and myself.     Jonas’ embrace was all consuming, the scent of him, the feel of this cold hands through my silk shirt, and the taste of his skin....sweet and salty. Back and forth I had swayed in front of him, teasing him with the thrust of my hips and the curve of my breast. His full lips curled into a smug smile as I taunted him with my eyes. I knew what he was the moment he stepped into Entourage, what I didn’t know was that I was prey.      “Stop...” I managed to whisper...     “Don’t worry, I won’t drain you... I just wanted a taste. Be thankful it was just me and not Sasha, she wanted you for dessert” he chuckled against my cheek. My heart was pounding as I looked at him directly, his slate blue eyes boring right through me.     “So what are you going to do with me now that you have tasted...?” he put his finger to my lips shushing me in mid sentence. Then he took my hand and led me through the pulsating crowd of people, all oblivious to our little ‘exchange’.