• "Come here!"
    He grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her into him.
    He was obviously very drunk beyond her wildest imagination and at this moment, she was scared of him. He could kill her by a simple snap to her neck, or something worse even, she didn't want to think about it.
    "Let go of me!" She yelled, pulling away from his perfectly fit body.
    She was ready to party with him inside the bar, dancing and what other.
    Her body shook as his hands rode down her back, then back up again to her neck. It's no telling how low he went down her back, though.
    His fingers traced around her face and he licked his lips slowly.
    "Don't leave..." He licked her cheek and she pulled back, away from his arms.
    Wiping off her cheek on her sleeve, she yelled, "Go away! Yuck!"
    She couldn't believe this wacko. Alcohol gives men the tendancy to.... be wierd.
    She didn't like it either.
    He walked closer to her and pressed her body to the wall. She hadn't come into the bar to drink or anything. In fact, she hardly ever drank and when she did, it was maybe a small shot. "Get off me...now..." She pulled a knife to show she was serious.
    The man took the knife in between his teeth, causing a long cut to spread on his tongue, then he spit it to the ground.
    "Don't threaten me. I will kill you."
    His hand grabbed her shoulder and she watched his teeth, trying to see if they were going to grow any longer, or if his eyes were going to change color. Maybe he was a vampire or a zombie! No, she didn't believe in that stuff.
    Myths, she called them.


    Chapter 2 will be tomorrow.