I’m a bit late I know, I’m sorry. Anyway, here’s finally this week’s Picture it & Write and the continued ‘Unpredicted’ series!

The loud music beat the walls of the hall and echoed through my ears unintelligibly while the multicoloured lights wobbled around. The scent of food and alcohol swarmed over the place, mingled with sweat. The bodies swayed and jumped all over the dancefloor. There were shouts and sing-along’s.

But I took no notice. None of them caught my attention. I was frozen in the middle of all this strange chaotic party, which had been organised by the drama club in honour of the new semester. I forgot all about my little black sleeveless dress which stuck uncomfortably to my skin and the glass of champagne my hand was holding for hours. Nothing mattered.

Except for him.

A handsome dark haired man was leaning against the wall next to the buffet table. He was also holding a glass of champagne, but an empty one and was dressed in a chic black tuxedo.

He was staring back a me.

Caleb. The vampire. His eyes penetrated mine, yet I was not afraid. I was a witch.

“Vampires are the viruses of the disease you have to cure,” Shadow had told me.

In other words, I had to kill him. I was still confused about why my mother had willingly saved his life years ago by transforming him into a Child Of The Night, but the past was past. Caleb was a threat to humanity. I had to stop finding excuses not to start my mission. I also had to push my feelings aside.

That was astonishingly easy. I realised that I had fallen in love with his dark side, his vampire features, without knowing any of it. Now I was fully aware of what he really was.

“How can I kill him?” I had asked my little black cat.

“Take a wooden stake and hop! in the heart!” Shadow had meowed.

I had shaken my head. “No, I mean how not to be caught afterwards? I can’t just kill someone like that! Killing is a crime in this world.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, when a vampire dies, it changes to ashes. No blood or whatsoever. But you still have to be careful. Be discreet.”

“How? I’m not a criminal mastermind.”

Back into the present, I slowly walked towards my prey. Caleb was aware that I had come to kill him. His body tensed and he straightened up. He carefully placed his empty glass on the table next to him.

Shadow had said: “Tempt him. Then take him out.”

Tempt him. The words drummed in my head. My heart beat faster and faster. I was not a mastermind in seduction either. I looked down at my glass. I needed this. I gulped all the champagne at one go, leaving not a single drop. Then I hit it on the table, next to Caleb’s glass. I was already in front of him, leaving no room for escape.

We could not talk. The music was way too loud. We greeted each other silently.

I suddenly felt paralysed. I did not know what to do next. Fortunately…

“Want to dance, Clare?”

He offered his hand.

Why not? I took his hand in mine and we headed to the dancefloor. He was leading while I was holding on to his shoulders behind him, searching for a nice spot to dance.

I could smell his perfume on his neck. I felt his hard muscles. It strangely felt good to be in his presence. I unconsciously let my fingers slide down his back, slowly and firmly. Caleb halted. I bumped into him and lost my balance.

His strong arms caught me before I could touch the ground.

The next thing I was aware of was the warm pressure of his mouth on mine.


An Evil Nymph.

20 thoughts on “Tempted

  1. Tempt him, then take him out! I just hope that a witch cannot be converted to a child of the night. With mouths glued, the hunter can become the hunted. Intriguing story! Passionate suspense and a lovely blend of emotions. Love, responsibility and stealth; all intersecting! Beautiful post! 🙂

  2. Yikes! I loved the sudden change at the end. I like that she’s getting more confident with herself, even though she’s uncomfortable with the mission that awaits her. Let’s wait and see what happens. Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write!

    – Ermisenda

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