a/n- ok! another one-shot! I should really stop writing these and focus on my actual stories...anyway. Its kinda scary, so read and tell me what you think!
"Look at her, she's completely gorgeous." George said staring across the room at a girl in a little red dress.
I frowned a little as I glanced over at her. "Yeah, she is." And she was. Her hair was a dark blonde colour and fell down to the middle of her back. She was tall, and slim, and fit perfectly into the blood red dress. I smiled at her as she turned to look at me, noticing her harsh blue eyes and high cheekbones. She smiled back, her teeth small and sharp in her mouth. She had a full glass of white wine in her hand.
"So…you think we can get her to come over here?" Nick asked still staring at her.
I shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know. She's not that pretty." I lied and turned away from her.
"Oh, she just picked up something from that plate." George said, providing commentary on her actions. "I can't see what it is; she put it in her mouth. She eats with her mouth closed, another good point, I know you hate chicks that eat with their mouth open." George commented, directing it at me.
"Yeah, it's disgusting; you know exactly what's in their mouth." I shuddered.
"But if they eat with their mouths closed then you never know what they eat." George joked, taking another sip of his beer.
"She's coming, she's coming." Nick whispered as she started to walk towards us.
She reached us and smiled. "Hey."
"Well, what's a girl like you doing alone, out at a bar on a Friday night?" Nick asked casually, leaning against the wall.
She shrugged. "I don't know, you tell me." She was looking directly at me.
I smiled; I didn't know what to say, Except that she was a lot more dazzling up close than far away. She smiled back. "You wannna get out of here?" She asked me. "I hate white wine, I have a really nice red one at my house." She was still gazing at me intently. I just nodded. She grinned at me and turned and walked towards the door, obviously expecting me to follow.
My friends were glaring at me, "And you were the one who said she wasn't pretty. Damn, you have the best luck ever."
I laughed and followed behind her, keeping her bright red dress in sight until we reached the door. She paused outside, "How about you just come in my car." It wasn't a question, it was a command, and I just nodded as she smiled again, showing her white teeth.
We'd only been driving for 10 minutes when she took a turn of the busy road and came to a much quieter one. I asked her where she lived and she just giggled and said 'You'll see'. 5 minutes later she'd turned off the quiet street and onto a dirt path. It was dark but she had the headlights on so I could make out the outline of trees around us.
"We're in a forest?" I asked. She nodded without glancing at me, obviously focusing all her attention on trying not to hit the trees. "Why are we in a forest?" I asked again.
She shrugged. "I can't afford to live in an apartment like some people. My uncle owns a house out in the forest, he occasionally comes here for holidays but he lets me use it in the mean time. It saves money."
I frowned, but continued looking out the window. We came to a stop soon and I looked up to see we were in a little clearing. She took out a flashlight from the back and got out of the car. I followed suit. She locked the car and we were in complete darkness for a second before she turned on the torch which cast a thin beam of light into the night.
"Follow me." She said briefly, while walking forward. I walked behind her, keeping her very close. I tried to get a look around while keeping her red dress in view. I could make out glowing white shapes on the ground and thought they must be rocks and stones.
She stopped suddenly and glanced behind me. "Like it?" She said softly, looking at a fairly large one story house. It was made of wood and had a veranda stretching across the front.
I nodded. "Its bigger than I thought it would be."
She giggled and led the way inside. She turned on the lights and found the wine quickly and brought it out in a bottle. I noticed immediately that it didn't have a label. "You make your own wine?" I joked as she started pouring it into two glasses.
She lifted her head up suddenly. "What?"
"The bottle," I pointed out, "It doesn't have a label."
She looked down at it and laughed shortly. "Oh, that, well I accidentally opened about 5 different bottles of the same wine, and they all only had a little left in them, so I just put them all together in one bottle." I smiled as she gave me a glass and made her way to the sofa. She sat down, gesturing for me to sit next to her. I did and put down my wine on the table before turning to her.
"So, I don't even know your name."
She flashed me a dangerous smile. "Elizabeth."
"Pretty" I said, turning around so I could see her better. "You live out here all alone? Doesn't it get scary?"
She shook her head. "I mean, not for me, it could be for you though."
"I could handle it out here; I'm a big strong man." I joked.
Her lips turned up at the corner. "Could you?" I shrugged. "-and could you handle me?" She whispered playfully.
I smiled arrogantly, "No problem."
She laughed, sweeping her hair out of her eyes. "I guess we'll see." She raised her glass to make a toast. "To life, to death, and to never going hungry," She said happily.
I lifted my glass we hit them together softly before I took a sip, and I nearly spat it out again. It was bitter, and tasted like… blood?
"Is there something wrong?" She asked innocently, sipping her drink.
I looked down at the glass and paused, there was something wrong, I just couldn't put my finger on it. "You haven't asked my name yet." I commented suddenly.
She shrugged, taking another sip. "It won't really make a difference."
I stood suddenly as something clicked into place. The glowing white shapes outside weren't rocks, they were bones.