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The first time I laid eyes on her, I just knew in my heart and soul that I needed her. Joyce Horowitz. She was the most beautiful woman I ever seen. Her hair was dark, skin was pale, she was dressed in all black, giving off this mysterious vibe. I craved to know more about her.
I met her at a bonfire college was having before sophomore year begun. This was going to be the beginning of something special.
I just knew it.
Benny Hammond and Jim Hopper stood in the trees away from the bonfire, beers in one hand, joints in the other. Karen had walked over to them, a smile on her face, hand going to rest on Hopper’s arm. “So how come you guys are all the way over here? Don’t you want to join the others?”
“Nah babe, we’re good over here, did you want some?” he asked, holding the joint out for Karen to take. She willingly accepted; she took a drag before handing it back to him.
“Well, if you do decide to join the rest of us, you can sit down right next to me, or we can escape and go somewhere more private,” she winked, her hand brushing lightly against the crotch of his jeans before she walked off.
Benny chuckled, “How long are you two going to do this dance man? She wants you bad, it’s so damn obvious.”
Hopper shrugged, “I don’t know man, she’s not my type.”
“Hot, available, and wants to give you the ride of your life? That’s not your type?”
“She’s not exactly subtle, plus she can be a bit clingy, you know.”
Benny rolled his eyes, “Yeah, you’re more the independent, lone wolf type, but if a woman that hot wants my dick, I’d give it to her.”
“Oh puh-lease, that’s such a guy thing to say,” a girl’s voice spoke up causing them both to turn to her. Bangs were almost covering her eyes, a cigarette between her lips. “You do realize that looks aren’t everything, right?"
“And you are?” Benny scoffed.
“My name is Joyce. Joyce Horowitz.”
“It’s not polite to eavesdrop, I hope that you realize this.”
“It’s not exactly polite to objectify a woman or deem her worthy enough to bang just because she’s hot. Am I wrong here?” she crossed her arms, eyes scrunched up as she glared at him.
“Oh, you’re not wrong at all,” Jim spoke up for his friend who was red in the face. “I’m Jim Hopper, you have to excuse my friend Benny here, he’s never gotten any in his life,” he gave Benny a nudge, who was now frowning at him.
“Mhm, well I see. Maybe if he was more respectful to women, he might get a chance to have a sexual experience with someone.” A smile lit Hopper’s face, he liked this girl. “I must get going though. Maybe I’ll see you both around sometime,” she gave them a nod before disappearing.
“She’s quite strange and unusual, isn’t she?” Benny gave his head a shake as he finished off his beer.
“She’s perfect,” Jim spoke quietly, as he grinned to himself. He was quite sure that his heart just skipped a beat.
I was definitely under some sort of spell.
She’s perfect. Joyce could hear his comment even though she was now in the distance, she smirked to herself as she approached Karen and the other college students at the fire. “Hey, might I join you, uh… Karen, is it?” Joyce asked, her arms crossed as she tried to remember the name of her dorm roommate, the one Benny deemed hot enough to claim his dick. He wasn’t wrong though, she did have a certain level of hotness to her, blonde hair, obviously a perm, neon headband on her head. Joyce still didn’t think attractiveness was the most important thing when it came to finding a mate.
“Yeah, it’s Karen, and you’re Joyce, right?” she slurred her words together.
Joyce couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh God, you’re one of those lightweight types, aren’t you?” Joyce could hear her heart beat, it was racing. I bet she tastes delicious; intoxicated people usually do. She sighed, You are not going to feed on your roommate. God, I need to find Bob.
Bob Newby was this guy who Joyce met at a pub a while back, he was completely fascinated by the supernatural and entranced by Joyce. They had gotten quite close, close enough for Bob to find out her secret. Bob was Joyce’s supply for blood, he didn’t want her hurting other people, complete strangers, so he gave himself to her. Bob was a real nice guy and Joyce appreciated all he does for her. He had a way to make her feel completely normal.
“Joyce! Sorry I’m late to the party,” Bob had rushed over, right on time. He always had the best timing.
“You know, I was just thinking about you,” Joyce smiled, poking him in the shoulder. “Shit, sorry Karen, I didn’t mean to ignore you,” she noticed the blonde woman stopped whatever words were slurring from her mouth. “My mind is somewhere else. Rain check on our conversation?”
Karen waved her off, “Yeah, it’s fine we can talk whenever, we do share a dorm room after all,” she did in fact feel offended, but her and Joyce weren’t exactly friends.
Joyce nodded and grabbed Bob by the hand, taking a stroll within the trees. Bob had been talking to Joyce about his day when she stopped walking, finally hidden away from everyone else.
“So, uh… did you want to, go out? With me?”
Joyce sighed, “What have I told you time and time again Bob?”
A frown shown on his face, “We’re just friends. I know, I know… it’s just that…” He paused, shifting on his feet. “I really, really like you Joyce. I mean I keep your secret and I let you use me as a human blood bag.”
“I know Bob, I know, and you are such a sweet guy, like really sweet,” she emphasized, Bob was quite tasty after all, “but we can never be. I-I can’t keep doing this if you’re going to continue openly sharing your feelings for me. This arrangement isn’t like that, okay?”
Bob nodded his head in defeat as he stretched out his arm. “Okay, okay I understand.”
Joyce took the wristbands from Bob’s wrist, pushing them upwards, she ran her thumb over the bite marks she left from last time. “And you’re positive that I’m not hurting you?” she asked quietly, needing the reassurance.
“No. Not at all, you’re amazing at it,” he grinned brightly.
Joyce nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to the wound, her fangs protruding from her gums as she dug into his skin, Bob hissed slightly as Joyce drunk from him. Joyce had to admit he was quite addicting, it was hard not to take all of his blood, but she knew the guilt would consume her. She couldn’t hurt him, not Bob.
“Shit Joyce.” Bob groaned out moments later, his fingers tugging at her hair which Joyce knew was Bob’s silent gesture that he was at his limit.
She pulled back, wiping her mouth and chin that his blood was dripping down. “That is exactly what I needed. Thanks Bob,” she patted his shoulder as she went to stop the bleeding from his wrist.
“They don’t call me Bob the human blood bag for nothing,” he smiled as she cleaned him up.
“Nobody really calls you that I hope,” she laughed lightly as she leaned up to press her lips against his cheek. “Let’s get you back to the party now, shall we?”
Bob nodded, smiling as Joyce let his fingers link with hers as they walked back to everybody else.
Sometimes Joyce wondered why she let herself get involved with Bob, he was never going to stop having feelings for her. Bob admired her, and thought she was phenomenal. For a moment, Joyce wished that she could see in herself what Bob seen, but she was just a blood sucking vampire, and she always would be.