Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts

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Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts
Sarah Gadon
Dancing is l i f e
when you see a ship you hate and youre just like
Dean stopped in front of her and leaned closer to her, taking in her sweet scent, nodding his head slowly. “And you’re a vampire. I can just smell it on you.” He chuckled gently, pulling back a little. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?” Yes, this area was filled with people, so, tons of blood bags to choose from, but not really the cleanest of people. “You look like a classy lady, so whatdya doing here among this filth?” He asked, gesturing at the people across the dirt road, walking past bars and shops.
He was pretty handsome, she conceded to herself as he leaned closer for a moment. She had a thing for pretty boys. “Wow, I’m impressed. You’re right, I’m a vampire.” A soft chuckle escaped her lips listening to the last words of his mouth. Then she added, “And too classy to be here.” She made it sound like a joke but it wasn’t. Not really. She had a big ego. She wasn’t sure yet whether she was going to tell him the truth or not. “Maybe I like it filthy,” she joked instead, winking at him. Finally she shrugged, she decided to tell him why she was there, and explained, “I’m looking for someone named John. He’s a hunter.” She raised her slender eyebrows in total innocence. “I came here to kill him.” A smile found its way on her lips again. “What about you? What are you doing here?”
Elena blinked several times, slightly taken aback by her response. “I just told you that I have this thing, this demon inside me and you are not the least bit put off by the fact?” A slender brow arched in disbelief.
“Oh, honey,” she started, her tone was soft. Hannah was silent for a moment before clicking her tongue. “I'm not put off that easy.” She paused, again, watching the girl in front of her. “So there’s a demon inside you? Well, I’d say that sucks but that’d be the understatement of the year." After biting her lip for a moment, she added, “How do you know that you're possessed?”
“I suppose that depends on how you define ‘often‘,” she replied soflty. Alex lowered her lips to hers, barely brushing her mouth and Hannah's lips parted in anticipation before her eyelids fluttered shut. This girl was so tempting, so warm and soft and Hannah wanted more. She wanted to touch her. She wanted to tasted her lips again. She pouted her lips and sighed quietly because she didn't just give her what she desired. “You're enjoying this, right? You actually like making me suffer, huh?” she teased. She was aware that she had exaggerated the situation a bit. “You wanna hear me beg for it?” Her hands caressed her, gliding over her hips to her back. She grabbed her butt and pulled her closer.
She was talking about the kiss, so she gave him a slightly confused look. “Trust you?” she echoed thoughtfully. Was he joking? How could she trust him ever again? How could she believe anything he said ever again? “I’m trying, okay? I’m really trying to trust you,” she said but she wasn’t sure if her words were true. Spinning her head she looked at him. Then, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his.
Sarah Gadon for Pulp Magazine (2012) [x]
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He had tried to keep steady for the whole of his explanation and as Hannah came closer to him. It took him some effort to not just run, but he knew from himself that he could remain calm if needs be, and he had been telling the truth. She could trust him. When the vampiress looked at him, seemed to examine him, he bit his lower lip but otherwise remained silent. At her wish to not make him forget, he nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind then.” Bran answered softly before she gave him the option to leave. “I guess time will tell.” He offered gently before walking away towards his apartment above his tattoo shop.
He needed to process everything, and he did so through his sketches. He drew sometimes for hours at a time about luscious lips with fangs, darkness, crosses… everything he could come up with that had to do with vampire lore, but he never drew a face. He didn’t speak to anyone about the story he had to tell, but just went about his daily life as if nothing had happened. About two weeks later Bran decided to go out for a drink in a nearby pub, to relax somewhat.
Hannah let him leave. Only time would tell whether or not she had made the right decision. Two weeks had passed by and Bran still didn't make an effort to talk to her. At first she had thought that he had to think through the whole thing, and that he would contact her if he was ready. She had now almost given up all expectation of hearing from him. What had she expected? Had she expected it to be any different? Honestly, who would want to be friends with somebody who, in order to live had to drink blood? It was kind of an experiment, even though the scent of his blood was tempting, it wasn't the reason why she told him her secret. She wanted to tell him. She wanted him to know it.
About two weeks later, on a Saturday night, she decided to go out for a drink. There was a nice pub near Brans apartment, she knew he lived nearby but she didn't expect to meet him there. When she came back from the toilet, where she had refreshed her lipstick and enjoyed a snack, she spot Bran sitting at the bar and bit her lower lip. She hesitated a moment, unsure if he wanted to see her, and finally went over to him, just to say hello. "Hi, I didn't expect to see you here tonight," she said, forcing her lips into a smile. Her gaze slid over his face. "It's good to see you anyway. How are you? How's your hand?”
Erst schien die Frau, die sich als Hannah vorgestellt hatte, nicht mitkommen zu wollen. Erst als er die Eingangstür schon erreicht hatte, hörte er seinen Namen und blieb stehen um auf sie zu warten. Er ließ sie ins Haus und schloss hinter ihm die Tür ab. Er sah die andere Frau nicht als Gefahr an. Im Moment war sie selbst viel zu hilflos um ihn anzugreifen. Außerdem war er sicherlich stärker als sie. Sie drohte ihm aber nicht zu nahe zu kommen. Peter rollte mit den Augen. “Ich tu dir schon nichts, Püppchen.”, sagte er und furh sich durch die Haare.
Seine Augen gingen zur Treppe herüber, die man von dem Standpunkt gut im Blick hatte. “Pass auf, Kleine. Ich bin kein herzloses Arschloch, du kannst hierbleiben aber ich bin hier nicht alleine. Meine Geschwister sind auch hier und die beiden haben Priorität.” Sein Blick wanderte aufmerksam über ihre schlanke Gestalt als er das sagte. Er musste zugeben, dass sie wirklich eine Schönheit mit einem anziehenden Körper war. Unter anderen Umständen hätte er wohl versucht bei ihr zu landen aber dafür hatten sie gerade keine Zeit. “Komm mit nach oben, hier unten ist es zu gefährlich. Ich will nicht, dass die Dinger uns hören,”, sagte er noch bevor er auch schon vor ging. Als sie oben ankamen, kamen ihm schon die beiden Geschwister entgegen, die die Fremde mit fragendem Blick musterten. “Wer ist das?”, fragte Sammy und versteckte sich halb hinter ihrem Bruder Tom.
Die beiden betraten das Haus und Peter verriegelte die Tür, was wohl in Anberacht der Situation gut war. Sie war nämlich auch nicht scharf auf ungebetenen Besuch. Nachdem sie ihre leere Drohung ausgesprochen hatte, rollte er mit den Augen, was sie wütend machte. Seine dazugehörigen Worte machten es nur noch schlimmer. ‘Püppchen’ war das sein Ernst? “Mein Name ist Hannah”, erinnerte sie ihn sofort mit fester Stimme. Sie konnte solchen lächerlichen Spitznamen nichts abgewinnen. Zumindest nicht wenn irgendwelche Fremde ihr diese Spitnamen verpassten. “Und das ist auch besser für dich. Ich kann Selbstverteidigung.” Nein, konnte sie nicht. Musste dieser Typ aber nicht wissen.
Ihr Blick folgte dem seinen zur Treppe herüber, schnellte jedoch zurück als er das Wort wieder an sie richtete. Diesmal war sie es die die Augen verdrehte. “Hannah, schon vergessen?!”, unterbrach sie ihn kurz, ehe sie ihm weiter zuhörte. Die folgende Information war interessant. “Du hast Geschwister um die du dich kümmern musst?”, fragte sie ihn überrascht. Ihr entging sein Blick über ihren Körper nicht und es brachte sie zum schlucken. Zumindest würde er seine Finger von ihr lassen wenn seine Geschwister ebenfalls in diesem Haus waren. Das hoffte sie jedenfalls. “Okay”, murmelte sie und folgte ihm anschließend nach oben, wo ihnen die beiden Kinder auch schon entgegen kamen.
Ihr Blick wanderte von dem Jungen zu dem Mädchen und sie zwang sich ein freundliches Lächeln auf die Lippen. “Ich bin Hannah”, erklärte sie den beiden ruhig. Sie sah kurz zu Peter hoch, bevor sie sich hinkniete und eine Hand ausstreckte. Nach kurzem zögern, überbrückte Sam die Distanz und reichte ihr ihre kleine Hand. “Ich bin Sammy.” Auch der Junge meldete sich kurz zu Wort und nannte seine Namen, ehe er sich abwandte und in einem anderen Raum verschwand. “Woher kennst du meinen Bruder?”, wollte das Mädchen wissen, was Hannah zum Lächeln brachte. “Ich kenne deinen Bruder gar nicht aber mein Auto ist Liegen geblieben und er hat mir erlaubt eine Weile bei euch zu bleiben, weißt du. Es ist ziemlich gefährlich da draußen.”
He stayed silent for a moment and stretched his legs out on the couch. He chose to ignore what she said for the moment and kissed her neck gently. “It’ll be okay..”
She wasn’t sure about that but she was tired of arguing for now. So, she nodded slightly. She raised her head to give him better access to her neck and sighed quietly. The heat of his breath sent a shiver down her spine. It felt so good, she couldn't resist him. She didn’t even want to resist him, to be honest. “That’s... nice.”
me: *cups my muse's cheeks and whispers* i ship u with happiness
muse: it sure as hell doesn't feel like it
“It’s so often that I read for the bouncy, sunny girl men fall in love with who will solve all the romantic problems in the narrative. I don’t choose to work that way.”
DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS: PT2.
“If they catch us, we’re dead.”
“… There’s no signal out here.”
“Where’s the money you owe me?”
“Have you ever done this before?”
“Did you bring what I asked?”
“I saw you steal that…”
“I think I dropped my weapon.”
“This is the last time I ever do this.”
“Shit, the cops are coming!”
“Wait. I think I heard footsteps.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“The cops are looking for us.”
“What the fuck is that?!”
“You’re gonna get hurt.”
“Next time, I’ll kill you.”
“It’s my first time doing this.”
“You’re gonna get us caught.”
“You seriously got high without me?”
“You seriously got drunk without me?”
“I’m never doing this with you again.”
“How’d you get all this money?”
“What are you doing out here?”
“What if something goes wrong?”
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
“I’ve never gotten high before…”
“I’ve never gotten drunk before…”
“What the fuck did you do now?”
“Let’s go and do something bad.”
“Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”
“So are we getting high, or what?”
“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”
“It seems like you’ve done this before.”
“I have to be honest… this car is stolen.”
“What do you mean this isn’t your car?!”
“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”
“What do you mean this isn’t your house?!”
“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”
“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”
“We don’t have to do this, we can turn around.”
“How much time will they give us if we get caught?”
“Watch the door for me? I’ll be out in five minutes.”
“Maybe it’s the drugs, but I swear I heard someone…”
“This is literally the worst fucking time to hurt your leg!”
“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”
“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”