8. The Oracle II

Red eyes flick to mine and the second lifts his head, wiping black blood from his lips. A hint of a smile curves his mouth, and though his fingers are flicking over the woman’s nipples, I feel them on mine. Pinching, taunting, and a moan slips from my throat. His tongue caresses his blackened fangs, cleaning them, and I’d right about die to let him sink them in my neck.

“Scarlett,” Adeline seems to call me, but her voice is far away, and the music, this beautiful creature is here, beckoning to me. I laugh, gleefully, even if nothing’s funny. I want to dance. I want to run. I want to…scream, and laugh…and…fuck.

Leaving, is the last thing I want. There, in the middle of those deadly, beautiful creatures, is where I want to be. I tell Adeline that, but she begins pulling me in the opposite direction.

“Leave me alone!” I yell, frustrated, and push her.

She flies back, knocking a man over, and the ruckus that ensues gives me enough time to run towards the group, moth to red, angry flames.