AntiAntagonist's 5x5 Stories [various kinks/warnings inside]

Story by AntiAntagonist

So I'm going to put all of my 5x5 Kink Prompt Challenge stories here, as I complete them. I chose prompt number four, if you're curious. These turned out to be quite challenging for me, taking a good deal more time than I expected!

Be warned: these are the first erotic stories I've ever posted so they will be a little rough around the edges. Also, I tend to be more about relationships than physical acts. That said, there will always be some sex. ^_~v

Feedback is welcome but not required! Enjoy!

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1: prompt=Vampires (~4900 words)

Periscene, Epicene

by AntiAntagonist

Black sky, cloudless and star-free: an undifferentiated backcloth behind grey towers rising on all sides to nonuniform heights. Every blazing window shed electric radiance to light my way. Cold winter-city air, dirty and still, divided reluctantly into opposing volumes as I forced a passage quickly through winding, disused side streets. I always took the back route. The roads remained relatively quiet at this hour, but traffic never wholly ceased. Even in the dead of winter I had never made it the entire three miles from my apartment to the club without dodging insults or projectiles from at least one passing car. It was always a relief, therefore, to glimpse the little alleyway on the edge of the business district. Those black shadows amid faceless, nondescript walls meant safety, temporary release.

Beyond the row of dumpsters, under the dead-eyed glare of a single incandescent bulb, a small group always assembled, clustering close together at this time of year, boots and heels clacking on the grimy pavement. I pushed through the cloud of clove and tobacco while eyes appraised my outfit and cosmetics, assigning me a place in scene hierarchy. I grabbed the blank, black door and pulled; the throb of heat and sound that welled out thrilled through my frame. Dark-clad, pale-faced teenagers and young adults crowded the little entry hall. I stepped cautiously but quickly between heavily-coated strangers, over fragmented black and white tile, to a narrow square window. I pulled my ID together with five worn bills, scrounged with difficulty during the preceding week, from my flat-soled canvas shoes. Exchanging the money for a glow-in-the-dark hand-stamp, and checking in my tattered coat, I glanced ahead. Peering round the corner in an attempt to glimpse someone I knew had become habitual; rarely was the endeavour successful. I had been coming here for almost six months now, but I had made inroads into the cliques only slowly.

As small as the local scene might be, the dance floor proved smaller still, obliging many to wait by the walls, watching for an opportunity to squeeze onto the fractured flooring under the pulsing red lights. This suited me, for I always needed some time to absorb the atmosphere, to let the music sink in, before I found courage enough to dance.

To alleviate the congestion four waiting areas had been established: a compact, exclusive space near the turntables where musicians and promoters hobnobbed with the disc jockeys; the caged-off bar up to which I seldom ventured; a long, low back room, doubling as the hallway to the restroom; and a sizeable open space raised above the rest, lined with benches, hung with red curtains, where goths and rivetheads could look out three arched windows onto the vacant, pristine streets of the financial quarter. The multipurpose premises having been built on the side of a steep hill, one entered the club from street level at the rear only to find windows opening three stories above the ground floor door at the building's front.

In a nook in the irregular walls, beside the short set of steps that ran from the dance floor up to the red-curtained waiting area, stood a single round table; a few low red-wax candles always burned here, and always a single silent figure sat in the furthest shadows, shinning eyes silently watching every passer-by. Somehow, I had made the acquaintance of this individual. Since I found it difficult to talk to anyone it had become my custom to sit beside her in the darkness whenever I first arrived.

She was always quiet. While we waited at the table watching o

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