Happy New Year, lovelies!
What better way to celebrate the start of a new year then with a little flash fiction? I have to admit that writing today's flash was a bit of a struggle and I'm not too happy with the ending (it feels rushed) but I still hope you enjoy it and like I said yesterday, I hope you all have a wonderful 2014 and that we can see it together.
Fire the year
Cináed
lurked in the shadows, watching. Laughter, music and joy filled the streets. It
was what the humans called “New Year’s Eve”, a silly celebration that served to
count the beginning of a new year. Cináed snorted. As if time could be
measured.
He observed
the passing groups of men and women dressed in fancy outfits, and in diverse
states of intoxication. A mischievous grin lit his features. It was a fine day
to cause havoc.
Liquid fire
burned through his veins alerting him of a presence. His slit like eyes widened
as he spotted the woman. She was tall and curvy, with blonde locks that hung
half way down her back. Blind to her seductive air, she chatted amicably with a
group of friends. His mouth watered as she passed near him and her scent filled
his lungs. Exotic. The hunt would, no
doubt, be exciting.
With a
vigorous shake, he got rid of any remnants of his wyvern heritage and stepped
into the light. A group of women that passed by at that moment giggled loudly
as they caught sight of him. Cináed winked at them, causing more feminine
titters to fill the air. He knew his human form was out of the ordinary, for
he’d been told repeatedly by his victims.
“Oh, Kenneth –they used his human name- your eyes are like the brightest stars.”
“Oh, Kenneth, your smile lights up the room.”
“Oh, Kenneth you’re so tall, and rugged and
hard, and mmm, Kenneth, that feels so good.”
Oh, yes, he
was all that and more. He was also known as that
bastard, poisonous snake, forked tongue, devil, among other names. Cináed
grinned as he entered the first pub to the left, immediately spotting the
blonde at the back with her friends.
It wasn’t
his fault that women were attracted to him and swallowed his lies like water. He
didn’t care for their feelings, but he didn’t want to purposely hurt them
either –okay, sometimes he did- but the thing was, that he had to feed. There
were other ways for him to get his nourishment, but the best kind was the
passionate fire built between two bodies. He didn’t need to feed every day, so
it wasn’t like he was breaking hearts on a daily basis, just like once a week. He
patted his firm stomach. It was a miracle he kept in such good shape. Miracle mingled
with a good dose of exercise.
Cináed
ordered a drink and leaned in a practiced nonchalant pose against the bar
nearest to the beauty he planned to ravage that night. Taking a sip out of his
beer, he waited.
Nothing.
He frowned.
That was unusual. Normally, his modus operandi was flawless. Reach out to the victim
with a little fire magic until she turned around. Then he’d draw her in like a
fish on a line, initiate a short conversation, buy her a drink and they’d be
out of there. Beauty was not responding.
She hadn’t even glanced his way. Puckering his lips in what he knew was an unbecoming
gesture; he considered replacing the delicious woman. His eyes scanned the crowded
room but nothing caught his interest. A
low growl burst from his lips. Very well, he’d have to act boldly. Squaring his
shoulders, he slid toward the sexy vixen and purposely bumped against her.
Nothing.
Fire raged
through him in a volcanic surge. What was wrong? He was heat, light, pure
sexual energy to any woman. Why not this one? Downing the rest of his drink, he
set the cup aside and froze when the blonde whipped around.
“What do
you want, Wyvern?” She hissed, in a low
seductive voice that made his cock twitch in his jeans. His jaw dropped as recognition kicked in.
“Witch,” he
snarled.
“That was
the kindest of your insults last time we met.” A shadow of a smile crossed her
face as she seemed to remember their previous meeting. His heart constricted
painfully as he too recalled their last encounter.
“What are
you doing here?” he blurted, crossing his arms over his chest in what, he
hoped, was a commanding posture, though with Sandrina one could never be sure.
“Same as
you. Searching for fire.” Her brown eyes widened at the last words, a luminous
glow coming from within.
“You won’t
find it here. They’re all too drunk for the sort of thing you need.”
“Perhaps,
you can help me.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, the touch sending sparks
of electricity over his flesh and straight to his groin area.
“It didn’t
work for us last time, Sandrina. What’s to say it’ll work now?”
She moved
in closer, her body pressing against his in an unspoken promise.
“Because I’ve
been wet ever since I sensed your presence outside, Cináed. Because touching
you, has brought back memories of you and me, together, tangled as one, burning
bed after bed, night after night. Because several centuries have passed and –“
“You know I
want more,” he ground out, stepping away from her alluring warmth. “That hasn’t
changed, Sandrina.”
Cináed
watched as her lips tightened into a thin line and her throat worked furiously
as she swallowed several times.
“I’ve
missed you.”
He cocked
his head, surprised by her admission and the truth shining in her eyes.
“You have?”
She nodded.
“After you left, I looked for you, but I couldn’t find you.”
“I kept in
the shadows.”
“And then I
heard about all the others and I thought—“
“I didn’t
want you.” Cináed closed the distance between them, tangling his fingers in her
long hair. He tugged, tilting her head back. “I never stopped wanting you.”
Cináed
claimed her mouth in a slow lingering kiss, throwing all caution to the wind and
reminding her, if only for a night, just how much she always meant to him. When
he pulled back, tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Come on, baby. It’s time to set the New Year on fire.”
The End
