Champagne challenge #125 - Fresh Blood, New Year - PG
Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 2:51 pm
Here is my submission for this challenge.
Disclaimer, the usual I don't own Moonlight. Only my own fevered imagination.
Rating PG
Fresh Blood, New Year
She wasn’t your idea of the perfect woman. Petite, and curvy. Dark hair, falling to half way down her back. Her face was slightly rounded with high cheek bones, full lips and almond shaped eyes. Her eyes though were striking, they were the most piercing blue.
So how had she ended up here, in a palatial house feeding a vampire. Even as the wave of euphoria swept over her she remembered.
She had been travelling around the country, working at menial jobs like waitressing or stacking shelves. Never staying anywhere for long, just drifting from place to place. Eventually she had made her way to Los Angeles. She was staying in a motel, and her savings were soon going to dry up. So to raise funds she headed to the blood bank to donate, knowing that she would receive money for giving. It was here that she met Francesca. It was her that introduced her, to her new life.
“Hi I’m Francesca. I’m going to take a few details before we draw your blood.” Her smile was genuine and warm. “So what’s your name?”
“Cassidy Jones. It’s nice to meet you.” Cassidy offered her hand and it was shaken.
Francesca made the note and continued on, “OK next question, Date of birth.”
“31st October 1991. I’ll be 20 this year.” A surprised look appeared on the girls face.
“Your birthday is Halloween. Party’s at your house then?” it was meant as a joke but Cassidy’s face grew sombre. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a party on your birthday.”
“Oh I’ve had a party. It’s just…..” she chewed her lip.
Realisation dawned “No home?” Cassidy shook her head. “Where are you staying at the moment?”
“I’m at a motel, but my funds are running short. Hence why I’m here.” She dropped her head.
“Which motel? I need it for the records.” She put a comforting hand on her shoulder. And jotted down the address on the form. “Okay, just a couple more and then were done and can get started. Have now or ever had any communicable diseases?” Cassidy shook her head again. “Last one. Have you ever given blood before?”
Now she smiled, and a small laugh welled up. “Oh yes many times. I have AB- blood. So I used to donate every couple of months.”
“Right then you know what’s going to happen. We’ll get started.” With a practice movement the needle was in and the blood started to flow. “I know this sounds a silly question, but do you have a job?”
“I was going to look for one this week. I normally take things like waitressing or working in burger bars. Why do you know of one going?” her curiosity was peeked.
“Well it depends. Can you have an open mind?” Cassidy was even more confused. Francesca was being obtuse.
“In all the time I have travelled I have come across a few strange things. So yeah I can be open minded. Why?” the bag had filled and it was quickly removed. She then quickly drew a little extra blood.
“Let’s say I know of a unique opportunity that pays exceptionally well.”
She had barely finished when Cassidy erupted. “I am not that cheap.” She was halted by the smirking girl.
“No, oh God no. It’s not that. Let’s say that you would be in a very select group. I used to be in it, until I worked my way through school. Now I’m a talent scout of sorts. I think you would fit right in.” she handed her a card once she had finished withdrawing the needle. “Look it’s up to you, I’ll make a note of your number, and then give you a call in a couple of days. That way you have a chance to think about it. What do you say to that?” She started clearing up the utensils, safely disposing of the needle.
“I have a question for you. Why did you take the vial of my blood?” she kept her face neutral. It was clear to Francesca that her action had not gone unnoticed.
“It’s a sample. The results of the test would make or break the kind of work you would be offered.” She looked about and smiled. “I personally think you would be perfect, but like I said you need to have an open mind.”
Cassidy looked at her and with total confidence said. “Yes.”
“Pardon?”
“Yes, I accept. To be honest anything has to be better than working in a dingy diner.”
“Oh well, umm. Can you give me a couple of hours. I need to finish here and then get this sample tested. We could meet say in the café in the mall. At 6.30pm.”
“Sure that sounds good. I love to wander round the mall, window shopping. See you at 6.30 Francesca.” She sat up swung her legs off the bed she had been on and dropped lightly to the floor. The rest as they say is history. She had met up, and they had talked. Then Francesca took her to an agency, where she was brought into the world of vampires. It was a week later that the invite to the party came through. It was her first official engagement. It was New Year and her new life spread out before her.
He was stood in front of her. Dressed impeccably, in a charcoal grey suit and burgundy shirt. “Good evening my dear, may I?” he offered a hand and she offered her wrist. “You’re new, may I know your name?” He was charming, and handsome.
“Cassidy.” She remembered what she had been told. Keep talking to a minimum. Answer only what she had been asked. He was inhaling her scent, and she gave a small shiver.
“Hmm,” then with a smooth motion his fangs penetrated her flesh, and a gentle pull on her wrist was the only thing she physically felt. Then it was over and she came back to the present. “You are delightful. I wish to offer you a contract. My name is Josef.”
Disclaimer, the usual I don't own Moonlight. Only my own fevered imagination.
Rating PG
Fresh Blood, New Year
She wasn’t your idea of the perfect woman. Petite, and curvy. Dark hair, falling to half way down her back. Her face was slightly rounded with high cheek bones, full lips and almond shaped eyes. Her eyes though were striking, they were the most piercing blue.
So how had she ended up here, in a palatial house feeding a vampire. Even as the wave of euphoria swept over her she remembered.
She had been travelling around the country, working at menial jobs like waitressing or stacking shelves. Never staying anywhere for long, just drifting from place to place. Eventually she had made her way to Los Angeles. She was staying in a motel, and her savings were soon going to dry up. So to raise funds she headed to the blood bank to donate, knowing that she would receive money for giving. It was here that she met Francesca. It was her that introduced her, to her new life.
“Hi I’m Francesca. I’m going to take a few details before we draw your blood.” Her smile was genuine and warm. “So what’s your name?”
“Cassidy Jones. It’s nice to meet you.” Cassidy offered her hand and it was shaken.
Francesca made the note and continued on, “OK next question, Date of birth.”
“31st October 1991. I’ll be 20 this year.” A surprised look appeared on the girls face.
“Your birthday is Halloween. Party’s at your house then?” it was meant as a joke but Cassidy’s face grew sombre. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a party on your birthday.”
“Oh I’ve had a party. It’s just…..” she chewed her lip.
Realisation dawned “No home?” Cassidy shook her head. “Where are you staying at the moment?”
“I’m at a motel, but my funds are running short. Hence why I’m here.” She dropped her head.
“Which motel? I need it for the records.” She put a comforting hand on her shoulder. And jotted down the address on the form. “Okay, just a couple more and then were done and can get started. Have now or ever had any communicable diseases?” Cassidy shook her head again. “Last one. Have you ever given blood before?”
Now she smiled, and a small laugh welled up. “Oh yes many times. I have AB- blood. So I used to donate every couple of months.”
“Right then you know what’s going to happen. We’ll get started.” With a practice movement the needle was in and the blood started to flow. “I know this sounds a silly question, but do you have a job?”
“I was going to look for one this week. I normally take things like waitressing or working in burger bars. Why do you know of one going?” her curiosity was peeked.
“Well it depends. Can you have an open mind?” Cassidy was even more confused. Francesca was being obtuse.
“In all the time I have travelled I have come across a few strange things. So yeah I can be open minded. Why?” the bag had filled and it was quickly removed. She then quickly drew a little extra blood.
“Let’s say I know of a unique opportunity that pays exceptionally well.”
She had barely finished when Cassidy erupted. “I am not that cheap.” She was halted by the smirking girl.
“No, oh God no. It’s not that. Let’s say that you would be in a very select group. I used to be in it, until I worked my way through school. Now I’m a talent scout of sorts. I think you would fit right in.” she handed her a card once she had finished withdrawing the needle. “Look it’s up to you, I’ll make a note of your number, and then give you a call in a couple of days. That way you have a chance to think about it. What do you say to that?” She started clearing up the utensils, safely disposing of the needle.
“I have a question for you. Why did you take the vial of my blood?” she kept her face neutral. It was clear to Francesca that her action had not gone unnoticed.
“It’s a sample. The results of the test would make or break the kind of work you would be offered.” She looked about and smiled. “I personally think you would be perfect, but like I said you need to have an open mind.”
Cassidy looked at her and with total confidence said. “Yes.”
“Pardon?”
“Yes, I accept. To be honest anything has to be better than working in a dingy diner.”
“Oh well, umm. Can you give me a couple of hours. I need to finish here and then get this sample tested. We could meet say in the café in the mall. At 6.30pm.”
“Sure that sounds good. I love to wander round the mall, window shopping. See you at 6.30 Francesca.” She sat up swung her legs off the bed she had been on and dropped lightly to the floor. The rest as they say is history. She had met up, and they had talked. Then Francesca took her to an agency, where she was brought into the world of vampires. It was a week later that the invite to the party came through. It was her first official engagement. It was New Year and her new life spread out before her.
He was stood in front of her. Dressed impeccably, in a charcoal grey suit and burgundy shirt. “Good evening my dear, may I?” he offered a hand and she offered her wrist. “You’re new, may I know your name?” He was charming, and handsome.
“Cassidy.” She remembered what she had been told. Keep talking to a minimum. Answer only what she had been asked. He was inhaling her scent, and she gave a small shiver.
“Hmm,” then with a smooth motion his fangs penetrated her flesh, and a gentle pull on her wrist was the only thing she physically felt. Then it was over and she came back to the present. “You are delightful. I wish to offer you a contract. My name is Josef.”
After all, eye candy is great fun, but where's the nutrition?