Jalex oneshot stories

Dancing with a wolf

Jack had been excited for this night for a long time now. It was the first time work would finally let him off and the first time that he could finally let loose. And he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait.

He waved goodbye to his boss with middle fingers up, fully aware he'd probably lose his job over something like that, but quite frankly, he didn't care. He wanted out of that hell hole as quick as he could. Hell hole. Wasn't that funny? Considering jack was a being straight from the pits of hell, it seemed quite fitting really. He slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way to his tiny apartment.

In theory, jack shouldn't be out tonight, he really, really shouldn't be, but did he care? No he didn't. He couldn't give more of a damn if he tried. He was going to have fun, and if it took all of him to be able to do that, then so be it. The sun had begun to fade and jack was growing a little uneasy. He stepped into the apartment and tore off his shoes from his feet before changing from work wear to something tight fitting and sexy.

He smiled at himself in the mirror and muttered a few words to himself that were only existent to raise his self esteem. "You are the prettiest princess in all the land." He told himself before smiling and grabbing his house keys. He wouldn't be needing them tonight, but who knows, maybe he'll bring them back here instead. He stood grinning to himself as he left the house yet again, praying that night fall didn't fell him while he walked. Jack could suppress his wild side for a short period of time. It was easier to do inside buildings where the moon didn't beat down on him so heavily, but if he was walking, damn, it wouldn't be good. It's harder to suppress that way.

Jack's destination was clear as he walked faster towards the club bar down the street. Jack wasn't exactly a regular but he wasn't a stranger to the place either, he only ever used it to score when he felt like it. And tonight was one of those. Tough times at work warranted some fun once in a while. And that was something jack lived by. The sound of music washed over jack as he neared the next block. He could feel the vibrations prick his ears and possess his body only increasing his psychotic excitement. His feet pounded the ground in heavy strides and yet he was soundless like a fox. His friends often joked about getting him a collar with a bell upon so they knew when jack was nearby, before he scared the living daylights out of them. But jack liked the secretive nature of his movements, it made feeding so much easier.

Before he knew it, he was stood in front of the doors to the club. The music louder than it was a couple blocks away and the vibrations even greater. Jack grinned slyly as he forced the doors open and waltzed in.

Neon lights clung to jack's face and the rest of the building, alcohol and other ambiguous liquids lay on the floor in puddles and most people there were already drunken messes. "Lightweights." Jack huffed, forcing his way through the crowd towards the bar. A guy dressed in all black with dark, chin length, straight hair stood shaking a cocktail shaker and dancing slightly to the music. His hips swaying in time to the drum beats and feet tapping to every rhythm perfectly. Jack would have been sold were the man a little more contained and less showy. Instead he stood at the bar waiting for the guy with black hair to notice jack's presence. It didn't take long.

"Hey, what can I getcha?" The man asked in a rather feminine voice.

"Your strongest shot please." Jack grumbled, resting an elbow on the bar. His denim jacket stretched taught across his skinny frame and his black shirt underneath crumpled a little, particularly highlighting the lack of top few buttons as his pale chest could be seen.

"One of those days?" The man asked quizzically, bending down and reaching for a bottle in one of the lower cupboards.

"You could say that." Jack returned. He waited patiently for the drink to arrive and when it did, he tilted the glass back and necked the entire thing. "another three please." He demanded as a familiar burning took over the back of his throat. The man opposite bit his lip anxiously before returning back to the cupboard below the bar. The bartender returned once more with three shot glasses set out in front of jack, and poured the clear vodka into the glasses. Jack threw some money onto the counter that the bartender took gratefully and left to tend to another customer further down. Jack picked up the second glass, ready to down that one too before a voice stopped him abruptly.