I CU, CJ
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I CU, CJ
October 10 2006 at 10:04 AM |
Harbinger |
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CJ was wandering the death fair contemplating her options when she spied a little red-shirted fellow, hiding in the bushes and looking extremely nervous. She could barely see him, and might have passed by altogether, had it not been for her exceptional talent in sensing single men within 50 feet of her. She approached cautiously. "It's all right, little guy," she said in a soothing tone. "I won't hurt you." He stared at her, wide-eyed, and hunched down as if preparing to bolt. "No, don't go. See, look." She pulled a baseball from her purse. "Want to have a catch?" She tossed it up in the air and caught it, smiling at him. He relaxed a little, watching the ball, studying her for a moment. Finally he cautiously emerged from the brush and held out his hands. She threw it to him. They tossed it back and forth for a few minutes until he was completely comfortable.
"Come sit down," CJ said, patting a spot next to her on a log. He complied. "You're new around here, aren't you?" He nodded. "I thought so. I didn't recognize you. You didn't really pick a good time to start at the university." He glanced around at all the dead, dying and undead, and the freakish lot who helped them get that way, and shrugged. "You should stay someplace safe until this is all over," CJ continued. "Come on. I know a shortcut back to campus." She took him by the hand and led him back into the bushes. "I'll show you a place to hide until November. My goodness, your hands are so cold, you poor thing." His grip tightened as they got deeper into the woods. "It's all right, don't be afraid. I know the way."
He pulled hard on her hand and forced her to stop. She turned around. "What's wrong?" She couldn't see very well, as it was quite dark that far in, but she thought he seemed taller. And then she could swear she saw a golden glint in his eyes. He pulled her toward him. "Hey, you're pretty frisky for a newbie redshirt. Not that I mind so much, of course." CJ allowed herself to be petted for a moment. He did seem rather attractive, after all; she felt not at all like moving on. In fact, she wanted to be nowhere else at this very moment. But then he kissed her. And that's when she lost it.
It was a good kiss, mind you. It might have been the best kiss she'd ever had in her whole life. It was passionate. It was compelling. It was as if their mouths were made to lock together in this way. It was perfect.
All except for the fangs.
She felt the sharp teeth against her lips and felt a welling of panic and fear so strong, her mind
was screaming for her to run away, but she could not. His strong hands held her arms and would not let go. She realized she'd been taken in, and knew that there was no escape now. She succumbed, and tilted her head back with a sigh of half fear, half longing. The man-creature answered with a rapturous sigh of his own as he punctured her soft neck and drank deeply. The world grew black and CJ did not awaken.
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