TS Albums One-Shots

50 Shades of Red

"I'm just going to grab another drink, does anyone else want one?" I asked my friends, having to raise my voice over the loud party music. I was responded to with shakes of heads, so I slipped away from the group and headed into the kitchen, excusing myself as I passed through groups of witches and black cats, chatting and dancing.

I made my way to a punch bowl in the middle of the main room, which was raspberry red and had gummy eyeballs floating in it. Quite childish, I couldn't help but think.

I dunked my plastic cup into the bowl and scooped out the slightly radioactive looking liquid, which I suspected was probably spiked with some kind of alcohol. I took a small sip, just observing the many creative characters scattered around the room.

After a quick scan of the many interestingly dressed people, I was about to leave, however, my eyes fell on a tall girl leaning against the wall, whose gaze was locked on me. I blinked, taken aback slightly.

Her blood red lips curved into a smirk and she pushed off the wall, stepping over to me. She was wearing a deep maroon waistcoat and white shirt, with dark grey pants and leather shoes, the whole look giving a major 1800's feel.

Suddenly, she was at my side, otherworldly blue eyes near piercing into me, and that devilish smirk still present. 

"Hi?" I said, probably too quietly.

She sipped from her wine glass, -I was unsure how she'd obtained that- the liquid inside dark carmine and looking thicker than any type of red I'd heard of.

"Hello," she replied, her voice low and rumbly, but silky to the ear.

My heart seemed to speed up, thumping in my chest. I swallowed. There was something so powerful about this girl, such a primal sense of hunger swirling around her.

She chuckled, oddly, and tossed a gummy eyeball into her mouth, revealing pointed fangs. Ah, vampire. How original.

Whoever had stuck those teeth on had done a marvellous job, they looked so realistic. I watched as one fang pierced the gummy, and red oozed out onto her tongue.

"Nice fangs," I offered weakly, the silence and palpable tension between us beginning to make my skin crawl. 

"Thank you, I like your wings," she replied, gesturing to the wonky fairy wings on my back. I had been convinced by my friends to do a joint costume, meaning there were 2 other lopsided fairies around here somewhere.

I scoffed and laughed slightly, trying to readjust them and failing. "As wonderful as they look, I'd much rather be at home in comfy clothes, on the couch, and watching some stupid romcom. I'm not a massive Halloween person."

"Well, I'm glad you came," she smiled wickedly, fangs glinting. "What's your name?"

"1989," I smiled, still a little nervously.

"Charmed to meet you, 1989." She lifted my hand and kissed it gently, making my face heat up. As odd a gesture it was, it was strangely endearing. I was flushed and immediately grateful for the lack of light in the room.

"My name is Midnights," she continued, now dropping my hand but allowing the touch to linger. I was more than okay with that. "What's a beautiful girl like you doing all alone?"

About 30% of me was screaming pedophile! while the other 70 was melting into a puddle of nothing. I should not be attracted to this. I should not be into this. I should be returning to my friends. I should be excusing myself from the conversation. Was I going to? Absolutely not.

"I just left my friends to get a..."

Her hand was suddenly on my chin, flicking something off my face. I swallowed thickly.