Fourth night in a row.

Willie watched with ever-growing concern, as the couple, both blonde, but one light, one dark, moved sensuously, their bodies pressed tightly together in a slow dance, even though the music was hard and fast.

For the fourth night in a row the vampire emerged from the shadows at midnight and put a quarter in the jukebox. As Meatloaf began to sing, his voice whiskey rough, the slayer rose from her seat in the corner and drifted towards the small dance floor.

They came together with passionate intensity, and Willie was never sure if they were going to kill each other or dance.

So far...

Dance...

Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar
I got my buddies and a beer, I got a dream, I need a car
You got me begging on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby

Over the four nights, the words of the song had taken on meaning to them both.

Strangers outside this dance, this moment, they knew nothing about each other but the most elemental.

She was the slayer. He was a vampire.

They should have been mortal enemies.

Only a week before they'd both tried to kill the other, but, then they'd found each other at this bar at midnight, and some demon had played this song on the jukebox, and thoughts of killing had gone out the window.

As she'd raised her fist to hit him, he'd caught it and dragged her against his hard body.

And the music had swept them away.

Outside the song, he loved his broken princess and she loved her ensouled hero.

But, dancing in each others arms, they wanted only each other.

Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I we got better things to do
I don't know who you are or what you do, or where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of
I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love

It wasn't love that brought them together. They both knew what love felt like. This was something darker, harder, and much more intense. Their bodies knew each other, even if their minds didn't, and they danced together like they had been doing it for centuries.

His hands were surprisingly gentle. Her movements were as graceful as any vampire's. They moved together as one, eyes closed, lips open as they softly sang along to the passion-filled song.

*Ever since I can remember you been hanging 'round this joint
You been trying to look away but now you finally got the point
I don't have to know your name and I won't tell you what to do
But a girl she doesn't live by only rock 'n roll and brew
Baby baby, baby baby*

One hand gripping the handle of the baseball bat he held behind the bar, Willie watched a new variation in the dance.

The vampire cupped the slayer's barely covered bottom, and the slayer let him.

Surely that was the sign of an impending apocalypse.

Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I we got better things to do
I don't know who you are or what you do, or where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of
I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love

As his hands caressed her bottom, a molten pit of lava was growing between her legs. No boy had ever touched her there.

And this was no boy.

The slayer smiled, squirmed against him, and returned the favor by cupping his ass. The vampire stumbled, and she giggled, then gasped as he tightened his hold and ground her against him.

A thoroughly modern woman, she knew the hardness pressed against her stomach was a very thick erection. The thought that she could arouse this centuries old creature sent a shiver of desire through her.

On the vampire's part, he could smell the slayer's arousal, and he wanted nothing more to drop to his knees and bury his mouth between her legs.

Maybe the next night he'd do just that.

Ooh you got the kind of legs that do more than walk
I don't have to listen to your whimpering talk
Listen you got the kind of eyes that do more than see
You got a lotta nerve to come on to me
You got the kind of lips that do more than drink
You got the kind of mind that does less than think

Mindlessly, he lowered his head and caught her upturned mouth with his own. Their first kiss was hungry, passionate, and it turned her own mind to mush, as she returned it with eagerness and an innocence that screamed at him to violate it.

But since I'm feeling kinda lonely and my defenses are low
Why don't we give it a shot and get it ready to go
I'm looking for anonymous and fleeting satisfaction
I want to tell my daddy I'll be missing in action

Willie watched in horror as the couple kissed. No, not kissed, fucked each other with their mouths as they danced. Unable to watch any longer, he turned away and broke three years of sobriety by pouring himself a large bourbon.

Ever since I can remember I've been hanging 'round this joint
My daddy never noticed, now he'll finally get the point
You got me beggin' on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby, baby, baby

"Want you," the vampire growled helplessly.

"Oh god," the slayer replied, her whole body quivering with need.

Together they danced themselves towards the back door, no longer caring about the consequences, only needing to sate the passion burning between them.

Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I we got better things to do
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you
I don't know who you are or what you do, or where you go when you're not around

The door to the alley banged open from the impact of their bodies, and the vampire spun his mortal enemy into the cool night and pressed her against the clapboard wall of the building.

"Here, now," he gasped, one hand finding her breast, the other tugging her skirt up.

"Yes, yes, yes," she hissed, spreading her legs and fumbling with his belt.

And as the dark took the light and the light overwhelmed the dark, the last stanzas of the song spilled from the bar to cover their cries.

I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of
I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love
Dead ringer for love
Dead ringer

 

The End

 

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