The Untouchable Hunger, Rylee Jackson [classic fiction TXT] 📗

stood up from her small couch and hugged me. “See you tonight Hosty!”
“See ya!” I closed her door and ran down the stairs, to my truck. I started it and drove off to, hopefully, my new home.
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“So how was it?”
I was silent for a few seconds and then exclaimed, “I found it!”
Hosty jumped up and down while she clapped her hands in my room, “That is so great! Where is it?”
“In town. It is a little small, compared to what I’m used to-
“So it is a big apartment.” interrupted Hosty.
“Just a little,” I smiled. “I can start moving in in a month because the old owners still live there, but that gives me more time to save money and get more furniture.” I turned to look into my closet. “What kind of cloths do you want to wear?”
“Anything nice would be great.” said Hostia in an annoyed tone.
I laughed, “Nervous for me or did something happen today?”
Nothing happened I just am nervous and shaky. Lets get dressed and head out.” Hosty stood up and walked to where i was, next to my huge closet, and started picking pieces clothing. “Do you think you are ready?”
I put a tube-top over my head and said, “I know I am Hosty, why wouldn’t I be?” I pulled on short-shorts that showed of the many tattoos that I had on my pale body. Hosty had already put on her mini skirt and black laced top. “Heels?”
“Nah, I’m putting on sneakers. It makes me look like a rocker type of girl.” laughed Hostia. “You can.”
I shook my head, “Boots will do.” We threw on our shoes and ran out the door and into my old truck.
“Ready?” asked Hostia as she buckled her seatbelt.
I started the truck, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” and I drove to the club.
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“Are you sure I’m ready to do this?” I asked nervously as Hosty and I walked towards the booming club. Domus Letum was our favorite club and Hosty and I would always go if we got the chance.
“Of course you are!” Hosty said in an exasperated voice, “Don’t back out now. You can’t hide from people for the rest of your life.” We stopped in front of the bouncer and payed the fee to get in.
With a stamp on both of our hands, Hosty and I walked in. The club was lit with colorful lights and on the dance floor, there was strobe lights. The music was a type of fast, upbeat techno that I wasn’t familiar with. Hostia squeezed my hand and pushed us through to the dance floor. I felt shoulders bump into me as we walked. Every bump or shove made me wince. I had my hunger under control, but I couldn’t help but flinch. Hosty noticed and and squeezed my hand tighter and let go. We were in the middle of the dance floor and she started dancing. I stood there for a few seconds to get my bearings and then I started dancing. I relaxed a little and I knew I could do this. Hostia and I dance for a about an hour, until we got thirsty and walked to the bar.
The bartender usually worked there when Hosty and I came to Domus Letum. He had blonde hair with highlights, he was small and skinny, but you could tell that he worked out. He looked our way and smiled and said, “What can I get you ladies?”
Hostia reached over the bar and playfully slapped his arm. “You know
what we usually get Jeremy!”
Jeremy laughed and shook his head. “A little change wouldn’t hurt once in a while.” He turned his head towards me. “I haven’t seen you here in a while. What happened?” He looked behind me, “You don’t have your usual crowd of drooling hotties around you.”
I smiled, “I’ve just been busy looking for an apartment and a job.”
“Oh hun, we have a job opening, if you want it.” He picked up some bottles of alcohol and started mixing.
I tapped my fingers as I thought it through. I would have to come to clubs a lot to feed, so why not get payed anyway? I nodded my head and smiled, “Where is the application?”
Hosty clapped her hands together. “This is so cool!”
Jeremy handed us our drinks and bent down to get the application. He shuffled around some papers until he found the right one and then straightened up to hand it to me.
I took the paper and put it in my purse. “Thanks Jer.”
Jeremy smiled. “No problem, just bring back some tasty guys back here next time.”
Hosty smiled and shook her head, “That will hopefully be soon.” Hostia looked at me and took a sip of her drink. “Let’s go sit down.”
We got a table and sipped our drinks in silence for a while. Hosty was the first to break the silence. “How are you holding up?”
“It is surprisingly easy. I don’t know why I was stressing so much. I may even dace with a guy or two.” Hosty raised her eyebrows. “Don’t worry I have it under control.”
“What do you have under control baby?” I looked up, startled. There stood two guys that had bleary eyes and smelled of alcohol. Drunks are not fun at all.
“None of your business. Now leave my friend and I to our drinks alone.” I ordered.
“Oh but we just want to have some fun.” the drunk slurred as her grabbed my breast.
My anger flared to life and I let my control go as I grabbed his hand. I pulled it away as I drew in his energy. I could tell he was getting weaker. I brought the disgusting drunk to his knees and looked him directly in the eyes. “I think I said no.” I looked at his friend. “Didn’t I say no?” The man shook his head in agreement. I could almost smell his fear. I looked back at the man on his knees. “I guess I said no. So tell me. Why did you touch me?” I still had my wall down and I was sucking a lot of his energy now. A little voice told me to finish him off. Do it right here, right now.
“Aeval! Stop right now!” yelled Hostia.
I snapped out of it and let go of the man as he passed out. “I’m so sorry Hostia. I didn’t mean to loose my temper, I just lost it.”
Hostia bent down to check on the man. “He is still alive.” She let out a big sigh, “We should go get Jeremy.”
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Publication Date: 01-11-2011

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Dedication:
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