Darkened Light

In the beginning

My name is Thorne Huntley, I had just turned eighteen, things were amazing. Being single and beautiful was all that I cared about. Going to the bars every weekend, seeing how many guys I could get to buy me so many drinks. Dancing my life into a sweet oblivion I never wanted to leave. The only care I ever had was making sure I had gas money and door money. My parents spoiled me, gave me a roof over my head, food, a cell phone everything I needed. All because I was in college. Sweet deal right? Yeah I thought so too.

One night, a typical Friday night, dressed to the nines. My normally messy dirty blonde hair, was brushed curled and sparkling. My hunter green eyes trimmed and framed in black mascara, making me look older than I really was. A flowy white dress left just enough to the imagination that it was nearly unbareable. However on this night I was not to be the predatory goddess I had been accustomed to, oh no this night I became the hunted, I was to be the prey.

It was usually the three of us, it always had been. Luke, a skinny redheaded boy, who was a boxer, but only did it for his father, but his true ambitions lied in chemistry. And voluptuous young woman who had no shame Cassy. The trio had been together since middle school, and I thought would be inseparable. Maybe I should stop thinking I always end up wrong. Oh I'm sorry back to the story.

Upon entering the bar on this not so special night. I knew I was being watched. Watched by several men, though our trio was odd, this was never new, however the eyes I felt this night were different. So very different. As the lights flashed melodically, and the heavy beat from the music reverberated in my chest, I didn't craze over most of the men there, if you would call them that. The would most likely become less of the gentlemen, that I would meet and more of the drunk, testosterone driven male thay I wanted nothing to do with. But as my eyes scanned the dark, searching through the spinning technicolored beams of light, I found him. Or rather he found me.

His messy black hair changed hues with the rolling lights his eyes only feeding the fire of his cool demeanor.  He stood nearly six foot tall and his black button up shirt gave little to the imagination of what lay beneath. His toned body nearly visible through the transparent black shirt. And those eyes. Those eyes that took only one look to make a woman smolder deep within her soul, and beg for more.
I felt my breath catch, the scent of the fog machine and a light mixture of my apple scented perfume spun in my head, as I saw him leaning back against the bar staring at me as if he were a hungry wolf stalking his prey. A tooth pick spiraled with the motion of his tounge, our eyes locked in a sensual battle as he practically  demanded me to join him.

"Thorne...Thorne....THORNE!!" Cassy screamed at me. "What are you looking at?" Her voice almost worried as she rested her hand on my forearm.

"Do you not see that-" but as I looked up the man of heavenly projection had vanished. Has I just imagined him?

"Girl I think you need a drink let's go." Cassy guided me to one of the bars as we ordered a couple of cokes to start us off for the night.