Between Fangs

Wild Nights

The night was young, barely starting, a full moon in its bloom and the starts adorning the sky. There was a soft breeze that came through, but nothing to chilly.

I put on some fancy clothes, a tight little black dress and some laced heels that felt appropriate. My deep red hair was unbound falling to my shoulders in waves. The light almond color of my eyes popped with the dark shadows I wore and my lips looked as big as they could get with a dark violet lipstick over them, the night was about to be long and if I was to party hard the makeup should be as hard too.

I got out from the second floor window in my bedroom, heels in my hands and holding the tiles below me for dear life. I raked through the roof to the edge and then I jumped, trying in the process not to brake a leg or rip my dress off.

Thankfully, I landed with a quick and silent thud to the dirt, the August leaves crunching under my bare feet. Soundlessly as I could master I put on my heels and headed off towards the cabin out the far left.

A normal person could see little under the poor moonlight, and the starless sky. the ground was shapeless and you could be lost any second. The moon and I were old friends, most of the nights it was the only thing that lighted my way so now it was as bright as any light bulb for me. I made of the night my day, and the clearing where the cabins where was as familiar as my face so I could navigate it with my eyes closed if I wanted and still find my way throughout the forest that surrounded us tor the cabin complex.

When I got to the big cabin of the left I looked up to the second floor window, she was already there waiting for me to come by. Swift and equally soundless as me, Kilya came snaking down the tile roof, with a tight red dress that complimented her big mahogany curls and her oilivy skin. My best friend had a wicked red grin splattered across her face, her eyes glowed with excitement.

"Ready to party?" She said with conspiratorial air. Clearly not a serious question.

I c****d one red eyebrow and looked at her, "let's get fucked." I whispered to her. I smiled to her, showing my white teeth and my eagerness to get going.

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There were people everywhere jumping around and sticking their bodies together, women with short dresses and wild looks, men with unbuttoned shirts and sparks in their pockets.

Loud dance music filled the air, making the solid ground quiver and the windows vibrate, the DJ was having fun it seemed because he also controlled the smoke coming from underneath his station and the lights that dazzled everyone into a ecstasy.

Kilya and I were at the door, not knowing where to start; maybe dancing on the middle of the place attracting as much attention as we wanted, or making some guys pay for something to drink.

She looked at me and yelled over the music, "Let's ask around for drinks," her head wiped around to see where the bar was. "I want to be as hammered as a nail, quicker than you can say vodka."

There was something off with her tone, maybe she was bothered with something. My best friend and I bonded over our party spirit, our wild hearts. She always wanted to drink at parties but when she wanted to be s**t faced it was due to something nagging at her.

"Is everything okay?" I asked her but she pretended not to listen over the loud music. I got her dismissal, but I would find a way to know what was up with her. "I don't want to be too drunk in case Seth comes." I had invited Seth over, but he didn't say 'yes' explicitly. He hadn't say 'no' either, so there was some hope still.

Kilya took my hand and navigated us through a sea of moving bodies. I assumed she was taking us to the bar. My mood was not up to flirt with some i***t for a free drink so I clutched the tiny purse by my side firmly.

Over her shoulder my friend yelled, "You need to find another man already, he's old news."

She moved her hips around at the sound of the music and flew an arm up as she screamed with excitement. I copied her, swaying my body, already drunk with the electric feeling of the place. We were headed to the bar on the far left wall. Multiple bottles of all sizes and shapes stood on a glass shelf, all with alcohol that will end up, for sure, going to my head.

Almost to the counter, my friend started to babble about which man seemed most likely to buy us a couple of drinks and which girl was the hottest in there. Kilya found no difference on gender, she could accept all and everyone, as long as they weren't pricks. She enjoyed her sexuality, she was a free woman, not once "chained" ,as she put it, to anyone. I loved her kindred spirit and her unrestricted soul, My friend was, unlike me, in all the sense of the word, free.

I glanced around. The club was big, with two floors, one for the dance floor and another one for the VIP section. There were led lights all over the floor and ceiling, casting purple light and making everything a violet-ish hue. I was still admiring the club when I spotted a familiar blond head bobbing at the rhythm of the music in the middle of the crowd. Seth. My heart fluttered and swelled, He had come! for once he did.

My mouth suddenly turned into a foolish grin, and I was sure my eyes had turned into pounding hearts, like in the cartoons.

"You go get the drinks," I yelled to my friend's back. Letting go of her hand I started to drift way to where the blond boy was, "Seth is here, on the middle of the dance floor, i'm going to get him and be right back." Kilya's head whipped in my direction, her eyes clearly annoyed. She was not fond of Seth, my friend thought he was unnecessary drama something I should avoid and that would only bring me trouble.

Sweating bodies were all over the dance floor, sticking against each other and making it impossible for me to get to my man. I pushed and yelled "excuse me" for what it felt like a million years, but finally I could see clearly the his blond hair.

When I saw his back, mischief sparked in my head.

His hands were holding a cold drink, his impossibly thin waist was shaking with the music.

Seth always looked careless, but not the shabby kind of careless, he had this "I woke up like this" kind of beauty that drove me insane. Under a red flannel and washed jeans his shoulders were bigger than his waist making his body seem like an inverted triangle, he had muscled arms and legs with a tanned skin that I had memorized with eyes and lips. Even his posture said "relaxed" but sexy at the same time. There wasn't a piece of him that didn't make your mouth water.

I placed my hands in his rock-hard back and move them up and down. My body was still dancing but now it was accompanying his movements. My chest was almost glued to his back, my arms almost embracing him all.

Shame came pouring like a cold rain down upon me.

When the man I was almost dry humping on the dance floor turned around with an cocky grin, clearly excited by my enthusiasm. I wanted to be swallowed whole by the earth right then. He looked like Seth, but the man's eyes were musky green and Seth's were sky blue, the cocky guy also had a split chin and Seth clearly did not, unless he fell chin-first to the floor and now he had a permanent scar that looked like a natural split chin.

Even though the man, who did not tell me his name during the minutes we were together, was not Seth I kept dancing with him, our faces millimeters apart. He was cute, he had been respectful and he didn't do anything to upset me, I was actually the one to be disrespectful by coming to him so bluntly and groping his body without consent, but he didn't pull away.

Although I felt a little let down because he wasn't who I thought he was. The man wasn't bad thought, but when his face came nearer and his pink lips started coming closer I pulled away. Kissing other guys may not be okay with Seth. We haven't discussed our relationship directly, I don't know if we're exclusive or not, neither did I ask at any point because we've always been this way, it has always been us as as a whole and we'd never questioned it. Maybe I should see what Seth thinks of dancing and kissing others. Maybe.

I walk defeated towards where I knew Kilya will be, the bar. Some heads turned my way, a man tried to rail me in to dance with him but my mood is too under the weather because of Seth's absence that the only thing I want to do right now is consuming so much alcohol that I can call myself a walking distillery.

I see my best friend's curls talking to some big guy. Her shoulders shake with a girlish giggle and the guy flashes a sideway grin, he then gets the bartender and asks for a drink. I laugh under my breath and go to them, I'll make this quick and won't bother too much.

"Babe! Where's is your knight with rusted armour?" Kilya's eyes roam the place for Seth but in seconds her striking bright green eyes turn pitying, already used to the blond's balling. "f**k him then, let's drink and get you someone else." She whips her head around and cries for a round of tequila shots.

"No, but thanks." I try and escape the little cup with liquid regret that hovers to my mouth. "I think I'll go home before I drink too much and do something I wouldn't sober." I give Kilya a quick hug while she scowls at my dismissal.

While I was out looking for a cab, my disappointment faded and transformed into something else. How many times had Seth done the same thing? He had stood me up, time and time again.

I wasn't disappointed or sad or gloomy because of him anymore, I was mad and tired of him never being here.

There is just one thing I could do to get my stress out and get answers at the same time: I had to go get him.