8 The Other Side Of You

The silence has suffocated the room; you can hear a pin drop.

They say a man's life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face is something that I am yet to explain. In front of me lies whom I believe should be Zoe. But she is not Zoe anymore; she has turned in what is only to be seen in those horror movies that you watch in the darkness of the night.

Completely lost in the moment of heat and passion, her body lost itself completely into me. Then with one rather strong jerk towards her, she exposed what is very clearly a set of bright white, and sharp as hell, pair of fangs. Her eyes have gone a shade of evil red; the woman is goddamn scary as hell.

So it is in pure reaction that I rip my body away from the strong grip that she is holding me in place, with only but horror, my voice echoes to every crack and crevice. "What the fuck!" I tremble as I scream; not know what to do next, I do the only thing I react, "Get out!"

She snaps out of the trance of clear blood lust that she finds herself and looks at me in clear shock, then strange enough, her face drops, "God, Foster, I am so sorry."

"Sorry," I only but stutter at her, "What…what the fuck was that? My god, what the fuck are you?"

Yet, I am wondering to myself why I am standing and trying to make sense of something so frightening? Why is she still even in this room, "Please, please just leave. I don't know what you are, but just leave."

"Foster, let me explain."

"Explain what? You are a goddamn…what are you?"

Then she even dares to get a smirk on her face, "Technically, I am a Vampire."

"God! This is fucking crazy," not wanting any part of this, even though it does intrigue me, I order her for what will be the final time, "Get out! If you don't leave, I will have you thrown out."

With that, she burst into tears. Now that compassionate man I am, wishes to pull her close in my arms, "Stop doing that because there is no way I am coming near you. Just get the fuck out, Zoe."

And not even hesitating a moment, she slides from the table and rushes towards the door; then, before she leaves, she turns to me, "You are a fucking yerk."

That is her out the door; next, I have Ethan rushing in; he only but cock his head with a face that has a million questions, "What happened? That is not the type of screaming I expected."

Not being able to help myself, or perhaps being in complete shock, I burst out in a fit of laughter, "Well, believe me, that whatever the fuck happened, I did not expect that either."

He hands me a glass of whiskey that he has poured in a chilled glass and then looks at me again, "What happened?"

"My friend, you would never believe me if I told you. I think perhaps I have drunk too much for my eyes have truly deceived me."

"So I guess Zoe has just become an ex?"

"Oh, you are guessing correctly. I do not want that…thing…that woman near me again."

Not understanding a word that I am saying, her only but shakes his head, and with a soft chuckle, he turns to leave the room, "Are you coming outside?"

"No, I think that I am calling this one a night."

With another three shots of whiskey, I find the courage to move these trembling legs out of the club and find my way back in the darkness of the alley where I can clear my head. I have never been so scared of one single thing in my life, let alone it being a woman.

Those teeth, yet they refer to them as fangs if I remember correctly from all the Vampire movies that I have watched, but those things looked razor sharp, and god, they looked like one painful way to die. But what was up with her eyes? She was in a complete; it was as if she was in a trance.

That moment that she jerked me closer, if I had not opened my eyes, I think I would have become her snack for the night. Yet, I do not even wish to think of it, but would she have turned me into the same monster? I cannot quite remember how it works, but I am pretty sure that she drinks you dry.

Fuck!

What type of woman do I get myself involved with? If they do not slap me, it seems that they want to bite. This is definitely a first for me, and it will be a last; I will, I don't know what, but she never will set her foot near me again.

But talking about feet, I hear the distinct sound of the click-clack of a woman's stilettos behind me; I am going to say that I am finding it strange that a woman will venture out this way, but yet I am going to argue with myself and say that I am just being paranoid.

So setting the fear to the back of my mind, I continue to stroll down the alley trying to forget, which I am going to say will be nearly damn to impossible, for I think those fangs will be stuck in my head for the rest of my life.

Yet, now I am going to admit that there was that part of me that was even perhaps thrilled, and god, do I even have to mention the word, arousal. This woman has a complete spell over me; if it were not for the overwhelming fear, I would have almost given in and let her do whatever it was that she desires.

But desire is now a thing that I feel, as I need to turn around and see who is still behind me, heading in the same direction, but the only thing is that the woman has stepped up her pace and is coming faster towards me now.

So it is with one rather great rumble and the firm grip of my gun that I stop and turn around, "Who is there?"

There is complete silence, yet the click-clack only but comes closer. Then from the moonlight that falls on the woman's face, I am once again, for the second time tonight, shocked to complete horror.

Why the fuck did I take an alley?

Yet, I am unable to answer, for she is right in front of me, and with those now sparkling brown eyes, "Foster, please let me explain."

"Zoe, why the fuck are you following me?" I pause for a brief moment thinking of what will happen next, "Did you come to finish what you could not start?" Then that question comes to mind again, "What is it that you were going to do to me?"

Much to every terror in my bone, she only but laughs, "What do you think I was going to do?"

"Well, definitely not kiss, let alone do I think we were even going to have sex, for I think I would not even have the time to come close to that." Then I pause for a brief moment again, "What are you? Just tell me again?"

And this is where I am making my fateful mistake.

She only but cocks her head at me, "What do you think I am?"

"You," and I hesitate to find that word, for I fear that if I say it, that it truly is real, yet as she stands here in front me in all her glory, the beautiful woman that has captivated me to no end, I watch in pure horror and slight fascination as she, what seems almost effortlessly slide her fangs from underneath those deep cherry lips, and god, yes, there for that brief moment I feel aroused.

Yet, I need to remind myself, "You are a Vampire?"

"Yes," there is a sadness that fills her again. "Yes, I am a Vampire, but…"

"God, there is even a but? Do not tell me you are far more worse than you are already?"

"Wow, you surely have a way around a woman; I guess I have seen some bit of the real Foster Rosario."

"No," I stop her immediately from continuing. "This is the scared shitless Foster Rosario. Now please tell me what worse it is that you can be?"