Violet Delights

These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph, die like fire and powder. He scans the crowd, his familiar eyes know exactly what they're looking for, even though 'it' does not know it's being searched out avidly. The lights are dim, so it would probably be difficult to find what you were looking for in such an environment. The music blares, the blur before him is in fact the crowd moving in sync with the unharmonious music of today's youth. He holds tight to his drink above the crowd seated a few steps above the pit that held the frantic hoard, gaining strength from their energy that flowed so freely from all of them, the young usually tended to give their energy freely without even knowing what they were really giving away, more than just their essence, but their very life force. No matter how powerful the man fancied himself though, even he could not use those powers as a repellent for unwanted advances that served only as a distraction from t

        It didn't take long for Violet to feel that lightness, the carelessness that was brought on by alcohol, the warm feeling that started in the pit of your stomach and radiated throughout your body when the liquor hit your core.  After all a weight had just been lifted off her shoulders for the next couple of months and was guaranteed to return later in the year so why not let loose while she could.  To say that school was stressful may have been an exaggerated understatement.  She supposed it was because she knew these next couple of years were the years that would decide the rest of her life and any descisions made at this time were basically life descisions.  Maybe it was the weight of the rest of her life that seemed to drop on her shoulders the day she started college.        She decided to quickly down two drinks, a little liquid courage was exactly what she needed, tonight she would tell Brandon that she

        Ezra stood beside her, his face still cocked in a half smile that sent butterflies soaring through her stomach, hitting her like a punch to the gut.  Her smile met his stepping away from Brandon who was way too close to begin with, and moving closer to the stranger.  Brandon merely stared at the guy who suddenly pulled his conquest, literally from his grasp, without saying a word.        "Can I help you?"  Brandon made his presence known stepping between the two who seemed to have fallen into a trance with one another.  They're glances stuck on each other, unwavering.        "Want to step outside for some fresh air?"  The stranger spoke to her and her heart leapt at his voice.        "Yea, sure."  She moved to stand beside him, Brandon being a thing of the past until he spoke again, reminding her of his forgotten existence.