WickedQueenOfDoom

Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts

Sarah Gadon

Dancing is l i f e

Dean stopped in front of her and leaned closer to her, taking in her sweet scent, nodding his head slowly. “And you’re a vampire. I can just smell it on you.” He chuckled gently, pulling back a little. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?” Yes, this area was filled with people, so, tons of blood bags to choose from, but not really the cleanest of people. “You look like a classy lady, so whatdya doing here among this filth?” He asked, gesturing at the people across the dirt road, walking past bars and shops.

He was pretty handsome, she conceded to herself as he leaned closer for a moment. She had a thing for pretty boys. “Wow, I’m impressed. You’re right, I’m a vampire.” A soft chuckle escaped her lips listening to the last words of his mouth. Then she added, “And too classy to be here.” She made it sound like a joke but it wasn’t. Not really. She had a big ego. She wasn’t sure yet whether she was going to tell him the truth or not. “Maybe I like it filthy,” she joked instead, winking at him. Finally she shrugged, she decided to tell him why she was there, and explained, “I’m looking for someone named John. He’s a hunter.” She raised her slender eyebrows in total innocence. “I came here to kill him.” A smile found its way on her lips again. “What about you? What are you doing here?”

Sarah Gadon for Pulp Magazine (2012) [x]

He needed to process everything, and he did so through his sketches. He drew sometimes for hours at a time about luscious lips with fangs, darkness, crosses… everything he could come up with that had to do with vampire lore, but he never drew a face. He didn’t speak to anyone about the story he had to tell, but just went about his daily life as if nothing had happened. About two weeks later Bran decided to go out for a drink in a nearby pub, to relax somewhat.

About two weeks later, on a Saturday night, she decided to go out for a drink. There was a nice pub near Brans apartment, she knew he lived nearby but she didn't expect to meet him there. When she came back from the toilet, where she had refreshed her lipstick and enjoyed a snack, she spot Bran sitting at the bar and bit her lower lip. She hesitated a moment, unsure if he wanted to see her, and finally went over to him, just to say hello. "Hi, I didn't expect to see you here tonight," she said, forcing her lips into a smile. Her gaze slid over his face. "It's good to see you anyway. How are you? How's your hand?”

Seine Augen gingen zur Treppe herüber, die man von dem Standpunkt gut im Blick hatte. “Pass auf, Kleine. Ich bin kein herzloses Arschloch, du kannst hierbleiben aber ich bin hier nicht alleine. Meine Geschwister sind auch hier und die beiden haben Priorität.” Sein Blick wanderte aufmerksam über ihre schlanke Gestalt als er das sagte. Er musste zugeben, dass sie wirklich eine Schönheit mit einem anziehenden Körper war. Unter anderen Umständen hätte er wohl versucht bei ihr zu landen aber dafür hatten sie gerade keine Zeit. “Komm mit nach oben, hier unten ist es zu gefährlich. Ich will nicht, dass die Dinger uns hören,”, sagte er noch bevor er auch schon vor ging. Als sie oben ankamen, kamen ihm schon die beiden Geschwister entgegen, die die Fremde mit fragendem Blick musterten. “Wer ist das?”, fragte Sammy und versteckte sich halb hinter ihrem Bruder Tom.

Ihr Blick wanderte von dem Jungen zu dem Mädchen und sie zwang sich ein freundliches Lächeln auf die Lippen. “Ich bin Hannah”, erklärte sie den beiden ruhig. Sie sah kurz zu Peter hoch, bevor sie sich hinkniete und eine Hand ausstreckte. Nach kurzem zögern, überbrückte Sam die Distanz und reichte ihr ihre kleine Hand. “Ich bin Sammy.” Auch der Junge meldete sich kurz zu Wort und nannte seine Namen, ehe er sich abwandte und in einem anderen Raum verschwand. “Woher kennst du meinen Bruder?”, wollte das Mädchen wissen, was Hannah zum Lächeln brachte. “Ich kenne deinen Bruder gar nicht aber mein Auto ist Liegen geblieben und er hat mir erlaubt eine Weile bei euch zu bleiben, weißt du. Es ist ziemlich gefährlich da draußen.”

“It’s so often that I read for the bouncy, sunny girl men fall in love with who will solve all the romantic problems in the narrative. I don’t choose to work that way.”

“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”