Sinful Night

Sinful Night

Disclaimer: This story was originally going to be written with a friend of mine but we lost contact with each other before it was finished. I liked the idea of it so much that I thought it was a shame just to forget about it. So I decided to rewrite it. I hope you enjoy this story.


         Disgusting… They think they rule the world. No thought of what comes after death… But I know. I’ve seen the underworld and paradise but none of these wretches will ever see what I’ve seen. Only I have been deemed worthy. Only I am free of the confines of my damned soul. I’m not constrained by a conscience. Foolish little humans. Children of God? Nay, more like food.
         Those thoughts echoed in Mikeal’s mind, oblivious to the noise about him. The music was blaring in the club while pitiful humans flailed pointlessly on the dance floor, clad in skimpy outfits that were meant to attract the opposite sex. The place was dark with red lighting, making an ironically perfect setting for the events to occur tonight. Mikeal was on the lookout for someone to quench his thirst and sate his endless appetite.
         The types of people here varied from those with the highest taste in fashion to those who preferred a much darker, gothic look. They were all here for the same reason, though. They were here because they had given in to mortal desires. This was a perfect hunting ground.
         Mikeal moved over the ground, covering the distance in long strides. He blended into his surroundings as efficiently as a tiger could disappear in a jungle. Though he was just a striking and majestic as a tiger as well. His long, black hair was tied back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and he wore a tight-fitting black t-shirt that showed his chiseled body nicely. His arms were very colossal and intimidating, with various tattoos seeming to grow upon them. His jeans fit him nicely, too. They were not too baggy but not tight, either. The darkness of his clothing and hair contrasted with his sickly white complexion. His cheekbones were high and prominent and his jaw was strongly set. His most striking features however, were his eyes. They were an icy blue. Cold. Determined. The sort that seemed as though they could pierce through the soul and get straight to the pure animal desires. This was the look of the undead, a black priest or modernly known as a vampire. That was why he kept his mouth carefully closed. His unusually large canines were a dead give-away to what he was.
         They would be shown later, though. Mikeal was hungry and his prey was presenting itself enticingly and invitingly on the dance floor.
         I feel in the mood for a woman, and attractive one. I feel I should treat myself after that last account with His Majesty.
         His unholy gaze drifted over the tasty morsels flaunting their bodies for the men on the dance floor. Each of these women was only thinking about what the men would think of their bodies. Sinful thoughts went through each of their minds so loudly that Mikeal’s brain ached from the intensity… though no one was aware that he was listening in and finding much amusement in their thoughts and pride that so many had strayed from the path of God. Satan would be pleased.
         There was one woman who caught his eye, moving her body like liquid to the music playing in the background. The dance she performed was like a snake being courted by a piper, dangerous and entrancing. She had a dark aura, making her desirable in this type of place… just as Mikeal desired her.
         She had dark brown hair – almost black – that reached to about the middle of her back and dark bangs framed her face. Her bright green eyes seemed to represent all of the people in the world who envied her sensual beauty. She had a very simple body make up. Curves. She was wearing a pink, long sleeved t-shirt the main body was pink and on her chest there was a skull. The sleeves were pink and black striped. Her trousers were black leather/spandex material with zips and rips all over the place. She flexed and strutted through the whole club, seemingly high on the social standings there.
         Deciding, after a moment of watching her mesmerizing dance, that this would be his next victim, he made his way over. His stride was long and purposeful, though the way he moved was smooth and meant for her eyes only, while his own gaze never left her. Watching silently as the area between them closed, the girl’s gaze rested on him and locked with his. Electricity flowed in the air as tension built… there was something about this girl. There was an air about her that screamed for him to move closer to her and her inviting gaze made him move right up close to her and match her seductive dance with his own. They moved together, enticing, like smoke, and built the tension around themselves. All that was in this club was the two of them. Everything else was material. Their eyes locked onto each other and their faces were only inches apart, the song finally ended and started to move into another song. This was when the girl broke the tension about them and turned, still facing him, to back toward the bar counter with a look that said “Follow me…”
         Mikeal was annoyed that she’d left but he followed anyways. Hunting was a test of patience and Mikeal had plenty of that. After all six of the centuries he’d lived, he’d mastered patience. He had to play the game right and when he did, he would have his prize.
         He got to the bar and the girl was already drinking her drink. It was dark, probably a rum and Coke. Mikeal ordered a Screwdriver. They drank them quickly and Mikeal eyed the dance floor again. The girl was watching him with curiosity. He pretended not to notice. There were other girls here but none were as appealing to him as the one he’d chosen. She was strong and Mikeal liked a challenge. Unlike some who just used their magic to draw their victims in, Mikeal liked to woo them to him and make his move when the time was right. It was more satisfying to him to have to work for it and hone his skills.
         When the song changed, he looked at the girl and took her hand to draw her to the dance floor. She followed willingly and they let the music take over them again. The beat of the music seemed to replace his still heart and raced through his veins. He was enjoying this. The closeness of their bodies was exciting. The girl moved with him and the lyrics created a backdrop for the two of them.
         Their mouths were close ready to connect but before they did, Mikeal moved his down to her neck. His lips brushed against the smooth skin there. He wanted to take her now but he couldn’t do so in such a public place. He would have to draw her away from the club. It would not be hard but it might take some time.
         The girl’s breath was warm against his neck and he could feel her chest heave and fall with each inhale and exhale. He didn’t have a to breathe. To keep her from noticing that fact, he kept his mouth busy around her neck and moved with the music. Soon his hunger would be sated.
         The song ended and the girl gave him a look that told him that the time was right. She wanted to leave with him now. Mikeal responded with a playful smirk. If only she knew where this fateful night would end for her. Of course, if she did, he wouldn’t get his meal. She started to head for the front of the club but Mikeal took her hand again and shook his head. Her inquiring look was answered as he led her toward the back door of the club. She followed him with her hand still trustingly in his. It almost made him laugh. Humans could be so naïve sometimes. It amused him greatly.
         He pushed on the handle of the door and the cold air of the night rushed toward them, clashing with the heat of the stuffy nightclub. They walked into the alley. This was when the girls usually started to feel nervous but this girl was still completely trusting of him. Mikeal had done well tonight.
         Instead of moving toward the end of the alley as if heading towards his car he turned to the girl and moved toward her as if to kiss her. Now the time was right. Now his stomach would be satisfied. Warm, salty liquid. The taste of iron. Yes, now he would taste it!
 
 

         The moonlight illuminated the alley where the two had been. An ashen dusty substance covered the ground in a thin blanket. A wooden stake lay in the middle of the pile of dust, coated in grey.
         The only inhabitant of that night was a dark haired girl who made her way down the sidewalk, hands stuffed into her pockets. In her dazzling green eyes was the look of one satisfied with a job well done.