teeth

"show me your teeth."

he looked up and came face to face with a young woman, hair fair and skin pale. her eyes were hidden behind a pair of aviators. he thought he could smell the alcohol on her breath, a mixture of whiskey and .. vodka? he winced. that didn't seem like such a wonderful mix. then again, he was certain that most people stuck their noses up at the thought of scotch - his drink of choice - so maybe he shouldn't be so quick to judge her. but this young woman was most definitely intoxicated. intoxicated by what though? was it the alcohol that she had consumed, or was it the fact that she was hovering over him in that bar? there were plenty other men for her to latch to, yet here she was, waiting for his response.

"pardon?" he asked as politely as he could. "i'm not quite sure what you mean."

"now show me your fangs!" she cried, placing her hand upon his jaw and squeezing to pucker his mouth. his eyes widened as he gently shoved her away. a strangled yell escaped her throat as she stumbled backwards. he grabbed her wrist to keep her head from crashing against the bar counter. his eyes darted around, seeing if anyone was paying attention to what was going on.

of course not. that was the deal in this world. no one ever paid attention to anything unless it directly affected them. then, and only then, would they give a shit.

"listen, dear," he softly said, steadying her and rising from his bar stool. "i'm not sure what you're talking about, this whole .. show me your teeth, show me your fangs business. if you're talking about that silly twilight series and believe me to be a vampire, i hope you know you're sorely mistaken."

her eyes - god, they were a bright blue, shiny and glossy - gave him a strange look. he wasn't quite sure what to make of it, what to think. maybe she was secretly sober and was just trying to get a rise out of him. maybe this was a dare of some sort. immediately, his eyes searched the young crowd of twenty-somethings, drunk and grinding on the dance floor. their music pounded the walls, shuddered the building, and caused him a headache. he hated that he was here, but he was. it made him feel better about his silent life, a life where he only seemed to go on and just float. he had no control, no power - and he did not feel like a man. a man was supposed to be the epitome of power, control - dominance. but he could hardly fucking pay for a meal, and he was barely scraping by. how the hell would he be able to make it with a woman, a family .. he wouldn't, that's how. the girl tugged on his arm, pulling him out the door. all he could do was just follow aimlessly.

"you're a vampire!" she squealed as they entered the moonlight. now he knew she was drunk - or maybe she was just crazy? it was difficult to tell what she really was. she pulled away and spun around, giggling incessantly. his head throbbed painfully. she was barely clothed: a fitted tank top that rode up her stomach, a skirt that barely covered her ass, heels that probably could kill him if she took them off and stabbed him in the eye. she was also much younger than him - this would not end well. he was fearful of what this girl was doing. someone would see them, cry rape or assault or something on a minor, and he'd be in jail faster than someone could say "i'm innocent, i swear!"

"i'm not a vampire," he responded, brow creasing in frustration with this girl. he was sure that this was some sort of prank, a dare her friends put her up to after she had a few shots in her system. she seemed like a ballsy girl, and he supposed this was the way she had to prove it. he grabbed her to make her stop spinning. "quit that," he added. "you're going to make yourself sick."

she giggled again; he groaned in agony. "stop that!" he cried, anger slowly seeping into his voice.

her brow delicately arched and a smirk graced her lips. "i'm gonna love you with my hands tied - show me your teeth."

he gritted his teeth and bared them to her before he pulled her face close and kissed her.

he felt like a man.

written on april 22, 2010