SpiderMoth Lives!

Ma Belle

The vivid lighting paints the room a strange fuchsia color. Swirling around in a set range of motion was bright green spotlights. Soft music began to play, and people reached for their partners. Slowly, they waltzed about the floor. A little moth tries to blend herself away into the background, pretending to be fixated on her drink. She watches the dancing couples, and notices that for some reason, everyone who was dancing kept themselves from being caught in the spotlights. Briefly, she wondered why, but the curiosity quickly faded into embarrassment. She cups her head and leans over her drink, sighing. Here she was in such a beautiful setting, and yet feeling so ugly inside. She sat there in her gorgeous dress, shaping her in all the right ways, with her hair beautifully styled and decorated in shimmering jewels —all this, and yet alone. Someone was supposed to be here with her, a certain someone she wanted to make up with. But evidently they weren't interested in getting close again...

Vaggie sighs once more, hanging her head. She would be lying if she didn't admit that she was sad. However, she was disappointed, above all. Don't insist to someone who wants to be close again that such a thing will definitely happen, and then not even show up to keep that word true! Vaggie sighs again, and sips her drink.

A shadow blocks her. Somewhat startled, she looks up, and immediately puts a hand over her mouth to keep from gaping.

It was a handsome man... she made a face for a moment. What a strange thought for her to have... but nonetheless, she was having these thoughts, and so she embraced them. She stared at the beautiful man sitting right beside her. He had pink hued fur, dark freckles here and there, and cute curly hair that framed his face in the most adorable of ways. It was Hell, and they were all demons, and somehow it was like looking at an angel. Suddenly, he glanced down at her. His eyes widened, and his jaw slacked a little. Together, at an otherwise empty bar in a bustling nightclub full of lovers and deviants alike, the moth and spider stared at each other. Vaggie swears his cheeks grow a little rosier, but then again he seems to be wearing makeup, so she could have been imagining it. Still, she was well aware of the blush painting her grey face.

Vaggie forced herself to turn away, and sips her drink again. Even though she's not looking at him, she can still feel his gaze on her. She shifts in her seat, and fiddles with her dress a little. She catches a larger hand settling close to hers —nearly touching, in fact!— and looks up. This beautiful stranger not only stared at her, but glowers at her in the most sultry of ways. Vaggie turns even more red, and turns away. Just then, the man speaks to her.

"Oh, come on, don't turn away from me, toots."

Vaggie stiffens, and reluctantly looks back to him. Once again, she's caught in a trance, staring into his strangely colored eyes peeking from beneath his big curls and waves. He seems to be somehow mesmerized, too, his eyes looking dazed, despite being so piercing. He's smirking at her in such a way that makes Vaggie question what sort of scheme he has in his head. He smells of some sort of soft oriental fragrance, which she theorized to be coming mostly from the fluff poking out of his fitted shirt. He was cupping his face with his free hand, but momentarily lifted his chin to wiggle his fingers at her. "Hey," he says. He speaks in a quiet, soft manner, almost as if he's purring. Vaggie can't help smiling at the stranger, wiggling her fingers back at him. "Hi," she says. He continues grinning at her, turning in his seat to face her more directly. "So, what brings yah to a place like this, huh? Waiting for your partner?" He asks. At the mention of a "partner", Vaggie grimaces. She glances away from him. "Well, something like that. Or, I mean, it was something like that, but..." she exhales, leaning into her hand again. "I dunno, they kinda... blew me off." She begins to feel down again, her heart sinking in her chest. The man notices her expression, and touches her hand. Vaggie looks up at him with her adorable moe eyes. Seeing as she doesn't move to pull herself away from him, he pushes forward. "Sorry to hear that," he says. He squeezes her hand a little, glancing over his shoulder at the swaying people. He grins a little. "Say, how's about a dance?" Vaggie thinks about it as the dashing stranger stands from his seat. He's still clutching her hand, and slightly tugs her towards him, silently urging her to agree. Well, she was stood up by her original date, and who knows?— maybe it just wasn't meant to be to begin with. Thinking this, Vaggie agrees to dance with him.

Together, they move to the dance floor, and easily blend into the swirling couples. The man holds Vaggie close to him, and she embraces the moment. While she considered herself a rather average dancer, this guy was pretty skilled —he was basically carrying her all around the dance floor with his super long legs! "Enjoying yourself, babe?" He asks. Vaggie smiles bashfully at him. "Yeah," she says, "You're a really good dancer." He laughs, and clasps her hand tighter, interlocking their fingers. "And partner," he added. Briefly, Vaggie wondered what he was getting at. However, she had no time to think more about it when he then said, "Let's take it up a notch," pulling them towards the spotlight. Vaggie gasped and pulled them back away from it, surprising her partner. "What are you doing? No one else is in the light, that's gonna look so weird!" She says in a slight panic. In a downfallen tone, she then mumbles, "People will stare at us." The man makes a soft expression at her, and smiles. Cupping her face, he brings it close and whispers, "Let them stare."

He pulls her into the spotlight, and suddenly their dance intensifies. It was slightly faster than the slow waltz everyone else did around them, and was a lot more sensual than before. He spins Vaggie this way and that way, dipping her and lifting her into the air, doing some strange mix of a tango, foxtrot and some sort of fast paced waltz. To say she didn't enjoy it —seeing all the shocked (and even jealous!) faces looking their way as they stole the show would be a huge lie. By the end of it, the couple was a giggling mess. With their arms linked, they strutted out of the club. "That was really fun, you were amazing back there!" Vaggie says. The man playfully waves at her. "Oh, stop!" He scoffs. "No, no, keep going!" Vaggie gurgles again and does as he asks. "You know, I really can't compete with those long legs of yours!" The man huffs. "Yeah, but you did it, though!" Vaggie blows a raspberry. "I mean, I guess..." her hair had come undone a little, and she tucked some of it behind her ear. "Anyway, thanks for the fun night." She smiles at him, and pulls away. She doesn't notice the slightly dejected face he makes as she begins to walk away.

"Hey, wait!"

Vaggie looks back to see the man coming nearer. However, he stops at a safe distance away. He's a little more pink in the face —though, that could be his makeup, or maybe him still being heated from their intense dancing. He pulls at his choker a little, and clears his throat. "Ah, so, whatcha goin' home for? The night's still young, and there's a theater and a diner not too far from here. How's about we hit up the town, huh? You and me, whaddya say?" Vaggie smirks and plus coy. "I dunno, I don't think I should further entertain a stranger." The man scoffs. "Really? After all that dancing and I'm still a stranger to you?" Vaggie hums. "I don't even know your name!" She says. The man is caught off guard for a moment, before grinning. "Ah, that's right. Well, the name's Angel Dust. And you?" He asks. "Vaggie," the little moth says. Angel nods, and offers his arm to her. "There, not strangers anymore! So, how's about it?" Vaggie doesn't waste another single moment before accepting his arm, clutching tightly to him.

"Let's hit the town!" She grins.

"Whatever you want, doll!" Angel smirks. Together, they run off into the night to continue painting the town red.