Laura James’s Picture Choice: One
Melanie was getting too old to be crashing teenage house parties. The music too loud, the beer too warm and god knows what had been mixed in the punch bowl to give it the rather luminescent green glow. The kids around her didn't seem to care, dancing, drinking, throwing up, more drink then dancing some more. Her head was pounding in time to the inane music but it was the dull ache in her feet that convinced her to leave.
Getting to her coat was impossible so Melanie just pushed her way out the front door and into the cool evening. There were bodies everywhere in various states of inebriation and undress and it took Melanie a while to get to the bottom of the stairs. Removing her high heels she couldn't help but sigh with relief as the pressure on the balls of her feet disappeared and her toes spread with joy.
Swinging her shoes by her side she headed to the lakeside and walked out along the small wooden jetty. Melanie sat on the edge and lowered her feet into the water and gently swirled her legs, causing small ripples to spread wide and far. Free from the pounding music her headache disappeared and soon her mind was able to ponder her next step.
She was disturbed from her contemplation by the sounds of heavy feet stomping down the walkway towards her. It took all her willpower not to turn around and see who had followed her, she didn't want to appear nervous or worse overly keen with this unexpected company.
"Do you feel like some company?"
Melanie raised her eyes and found herself looking up into the handsome face of a young man patiently waiting for her answer. She smiled and patted the ground next to her, "Please sit."
"Names Brad." He held out his hand which Melanie took. "Melanie."
Melanie regarded him as he sat down next to her. He had to be around nineteen, twenty at the most, a fine specimen of youth. She was older than him by a good few years. Truth be told she was older than everyone at the party but in the dark, at the water's edge age didn't matter.
She watched him glance at her feet, "Isn't the water a bit cold for splashing about?" She kicked her legs causing the water to cascade over them both. Laughing "It's the perfect temperature, you should try it."
"I think I'll leave the paddling to you, if that's all right."
Melanie shrugged and went back to gently moving her legs.
"Can I interest you in a drink, I promise it's not green." He held up a bottle of Jack Daniels, "Sorry no glasses I didn't expect company out here."
Melanie smiled at him,"Only lady's bother about glasses, and it's been a few years since I was a lady." She took the offered bottle smiling round the neck as she took a good long drink, the alcohol warming her from the inside.
Brad took a drink himself and they sat in silent comfort passing the bottle of Jack back and forth until it was empty. "Looks like we may need another bottle?" Brad lent forward and nuzzled Melanie's ear, "Unless you can think of something else to pass the time."
Brad, his senses dull but libidos on high alert was Melanie's perfect choice. She lent back allowing him to fumble at the front of her dress, planting small kisses on his neck. Soft moans of pleasure escaped Brad's lips swiftly turning into grunts of pain as she bit down.
The blood had a faint tang of Jack and Melanie drank it down, enjoying every mouthful of the sweet nectar that Brad was providing. Once she had her fill she pushed him off the jetty into the water and watched as he slowly sank beneath the ripples.
Standing she grabbed her shoes and turned back to the party, the years falling away until she was the perfect age to once again enjoy the freedom of youth.
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Based in Dunfermline, Scotland, Laura is obsessed with all things horror and spends her time writing flash fiction which she hopes, on occasion, really scares her readers. Feel free to stalk her on twitter, @lejamez