I leaned up against the wall, watching a bunch of kids (who would have been near my age had I been alive) dancing in the streets. It was late in the night on a Saturday. The kids were from the poorer neighborhood of Denver of which I was prowling, looking for my usual meal. I sighed, as the music got more and more and more. . . More what? I had no idea.
“Hey you!” I heard someone shout towards the corner I had sulked into. I stared.
“Yeah you know I’m talkin’ to you.” The voice continued. So much for cover. Maybe Charlie was right. I was terrible at blending in. You would think that after a hundred years I would be better at it. Maybe it was just that I wanted to belong so badly that the stupid teenager noticed me. I slowly moved out of the shadow.
“Me?” I asked. Wearing a purple plaid shirt, pair of tight ass jeans, my old riding boots I had from the good old west days and my cowboy hat. Yep. The original one. Jean jacket and all. I looked real hickvilleish. If that was even a word. But the man- - - no teen, whistled.
“Yeah you.” He said. “Come on, I wanna dance.” His skin was the color of midnight. My father would be horrified with me for simply talking to him like a human being.
“Nah, I don’t dance.” I lied letting him take my hand.
“I somehow, don’t believe you.” The boy said. “Come on. I know you can dance.” I looked at him for a moment and pretended to follow his moves.
“Man, look at that chick, she’s foolin’ you.” One of the boy’s friends said. I laughed. I could dance circles around them if I wanted too. I heard a very fast movement and noticed my brother standing in the shadows. I ignored him.
“Why did you lie?” The boy said. I shrugged.
“Thought it was best.”
“Test the waters before you trend them?” The boy said.
“Something like that.” I answered him. “I shouldn’t be here.”
“None of us should be here. But here we are. We should embrace the moment.” I smirked. Seemed to me, I had something along those lines once. “So you gonna tell me your name?”
“Nah.” I said. It wasn’t
hat I didn’t want to give him man. It was that I knew I shouldn’t. Especially with Charlie watching.
“Okay.” I can take that.” He said. “Hey, where you going?”
“I gotta go. But thanks for the dance. I needed that.” I said. Needed what Nora? A chance to feel normal for once? Yeah so what? I was after all still 16. Sometimes I wanted to act like it. And as much as I wanted to stay for the rest of the night, I knew I shouldn’t. Things could either get bad or really bad had I been human, I probably would have gone off into some hot little corner with him. But, that wasn’t such a good idea. No, it was best for me to leave.
“Well, maybe I’ll see ya around.” I shrugged.
“Maybe.” I said.
“Can I have at least a kiss?” The boy asked. I laughed. Alright, I thought. I could kiss him, and I did. Then danced back into the shadows and where Charlie sat high up on a roof top watching me.
“What was that about?”
“Don’t you ever wish you could be a kid again?” I asked
“Not really. But then I was 22 when I was turned and not 16. Nora, I am sorry for turning you so young.”
“Don’t be. I was dying. You saved me in a way. Besides, I didn’t cross half of the USA, to find my brother just to lose him because I was going to die.” I laughed. “Come on, Billie is probably wondering where we are.”
“Shall I not tell him you danced with that guy?”
“That would be a good idea.” I laughed.