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 the task at hand.  The main ace up his sleeve was one that could not be so easily used in public.  He saw the woman approaching and quickly sized her up in the seconds it took her to reach his table that up until a moment ago was drenched in motivated solitude.  He quickly sucked all that she put out from the air, his face unmoving all the while.  

        "What's a hot guy like you doing sitting alone with a half drank drink?"  Her smirk lacked the vigor it normally held, she had no clue where she stood made her dinner for a special kind of being.

          He returned the cocky smirk,  "Waiting for anyone at this point that can hold any kind of conversation that does not involve words like 'Hot' or ' Dude'."  Her smirk fell quickly from her face as she gave him the finger, the very mark of a smart person.

        "Jerk!"  The woman made a point of loudly resorting to name calling, which he found rather funny considering no one could hear it above the music which was her obvious intention to ward off any potential woman within ear shot.  He chuckled, he was always grateful for one such willing dinner piece.  The shift in the atmosphere alerted him to the fact that his piece was on the move.  He sensed a new presence around hers, even from where he was sitting it was a strong one.  The time to move was now, he realized he could wait no longer to closely scope things out, observing, he was threatened by the introduction of the new presence and for the life of him had no idea why.  He was never threatened.  Something about this new presence mixing in with her made him jump to his feet though.

        The woman clad in black sat alone at the bar, a choice she'd made, sipping her vodka cranberry scrolling aimlessly through social media waiting for Suzie.  She was actually not in the mood to mingle with the opposite sex at this very moment, the fact was she had three very 'serious' relationships over the past two years and nothing had come of any of them.  She was fresh out of relationship number four.  The woman was never one for brief flings, she was in love with being in love and was looking for her prince Eric.  Ever since she was a little girl her mother had always promised her she'd marry a prince and she had come to expect nothing less than that of the perfection of a prince.  Perhaps that was the problem, she had only recently come upon this assumption.  Maybe the reason all her relationships had amounted to nothing more than epic fails was becasue she expected her perfect fairy tale romance, when in fact reality was a harsh bitch called life.  It seemed like all her recent relationships had fizzled out like a camp fire when the breeze suddenly stopped.  

        The woman's demeanor that night did nothing to deter the hopefuls that steadily approached for most of the night like clockwork, one after another, I suppose you couldn't blame a person for trying.  Truth be told, she had actually let Suzie take her out tonight to this particular place in the hopes that she would run into Ezra.  Her heart sank and jumped at the same time at the thought of him, sank because he had in fact been the first casualty of her relationship losing streak for the past couple of years and jumped because no matter what happened she could never really shake the thought of him.  She had started to think that maybe he was the one that got away and maybe that was why she could never truly get over him.  She found she sought out small pieces of him in Zane and James.  Each one had certain aspects of Ezra that pulled her in, and each one also lacked the other aspects that made up Ezra.  

        Sure she could have distracted herself with the company, if only for tonight, of any one of the men in the building of her choosing no doubt.  In the end it would always be pointless though.  She had been prone to depression after Ezra happened.  He was just that, something that happened to her, an experience she'd been powerless to avoid even if she wanted to.  Maybe Shakespeare was wrong, the way her heartstrings tugged at her at the thought of him made her wonder if it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

        "Shots!"  Suzie cried loudly.  The woman welcomed the distraction as her thoughts had suddenly been taken over by Ezra, a matter she could not deal with.  How sad it was actually, all these years later and mere thoughts of him called for immediate distraction, the heartache too much for the woman's mortal mind to bare all at once.  Zane and James had always held a special place in her heart, but even she had to admit if only to herself, her heart was a special place that could only be occupied by Ezra.  How his name and every fractal of him haunted her like the threat of spring creeping up on the winter, stealing all its glory and putting it into hibernation until the end of the year when only then it could rein supreme again. 

        Ezra....