Subject: Love at First Sight
Setting: New Year’s Eve
Time period: Any
Length: 1000 words
Restrictions: the main character cannot speak
Due: Dec. 31
Heather quickly walked down the streets of Manhattan. It was taking her longer than she expected but she never had the patience to try to drive anywhere in this chaos. She had moved to New York City only a few short years ago. Her modest living back home left her wanting more to see and do. In such a big city with so many people she never grew bored. She felt happier than she had ever been and never had a problem staying well fed. She considered this her new start on life.
With only an hour left before midnight she rushed across the street looking up at the street sign, ‘47th Street’. She only had a few more blocks to go to get her New Year’s party. The night was extremely cold but the streets were filled with people celebrating and drinking.
She made it to the building that her party was in. She had heard that Times Square and the dropping of the New Year’s Ball could be seen from the roof. She rushed into the front doors out of the cold and rode the elevator up to the top.
The elevator doors opened into a large welcoming room with many people standing around talking. She slipped through the crowd to the door of the party. A large man stood in front of the door looking at I.D. and taking a hundred dollar cover charge. Heather had neither.
She took off her coat and adjusted her dress to show a little more of herself and slowly approached the large man.
“Identification.” He said holding out his hand.
Heather did not say a word. Instead she greeted him with a twirl of her long red hair and the batting of her light blue eyes.
The man looked her over, looked around the room and then back to her. ”Go ahead,” he said in a soft voice motioning her forward. She quickly slipped in.
The large room was decorated with ‘Happy New Year’ signs and filled with people. Loud music played in the room and wait staff handed out glasses of Champaign. My kind of a party!
She spent the next several minutes enjoying the festive environment. Her short black dress did its job at attracting attention. Several men approached her trying to made conversation but the loud music made it impossible. Since none of them interested her she did not pay them much attention.
She moved to the window looking down onto the streets below. In the distance she could see Time Square and the massive crowd that had gathered. Next to her, a man and a woman started to walk out to the balcony but a gust of cold air made them turn back. Although the balcony offered a great view of the Square the party goers seemed content on staying inside where it was warm.
Heather continued to stand near the window looking around the room. Soon her eyes fell on a wonderful sight, a man standing about 6’1 with blonde hair and a handsome face. He wore a dark blue suit and a Happy New Year necktie. She guessed his age to be about twenty-two. The man stood next to a group of other men drinking. Heather thought to herself how nice it would be to celebrate the start of the New Year with this young man.
She devised her plan. The music made it impossible to hold a conversation, but Heather was a master of body language. She adjusted her dress and brushed her hair out of her face.
Slowly walking over to the man, she picked up two glasses of Champaign from the tray of a passing waitress. Within a few steps of him, he turned to look at her. His eyes opened wide looking her over from head to toe. Heather did not say a single word. She stopped and smiled just within inches of the man close enough to smell his cologne. She held out a glass of Champaign for him and took a drink from hers. He took the glass from her. The other men around him all turned nudging him in the side. Heather held eye contact with his deep brown eyes and slowly turned away. She walked back to her place by the window in her catwalk style.
She lifted the glass up to her lips and looked back over at the man pretending to take a sip. She did not care for the taste of the Champaign and it only made her hungrier. The man looked enthralled by her performance. The other men around him pushed and urged him to walk over to her. He stood there looking confused. How much of a hint did this guy need?
Slowly and somewhat reluctantly the man walked toward her. It’s about time.
He looked up at her and tried to say something but the words were drowned out by the sound of the music. Trying to read his lips she guessed he said some corny line about love at first sight. How original. This guy was a regular poet.
Without words, they stood there admiring each other for a few minutes. The man reached out his arm and put it around her. She did not mind his touch since she planned for a lot more. When the man felt her bare shoulders, he started to take off his jacket to offer her. She held out her hand to stop him.
Heather looked outside to see it was a few minutes before midnight. Quickly looking out onto the balcony and seeing it empty she motioned to the man to step outside. He shook his head and muttered something inaudible. Heather looked up at him flashing her seductive eyes hoping he would not refuse a second time. She took his hand and led him out into the cold. At her touch, he quickly complied.
Outside, they had the area to themselves although the music still made it difficult to hold a conversation. He pointed to the countdown clock that showed less than a minute left to go. She carefully eyed the area for a place on the balcony that would be away from the prying eyes inside. She led him by the hand to an area she felt was private enough. He looked at her curiously.
Alone and in private she took him in her arms. He eagerly kissed her, caressing her body with his hands. In the street below she could hear the countdown start. She was excited.
She broke from their kiss and slowly ran her lips down his neck. He felt so warm. The man’s body reacted in delight.
“…five, four, three, two, one!!” the countdown ended. Cheering and fireworks could be heard all around them.
Heather could not contain herself anymore, she was much too anxious. She slowly sunk her fangs into the man’s neck with savored anticipation. She drank in every warm drop. As the man starting to grow cold and limp, she thought to herself what a great year this had started out to be.
Full and content, she flew off into the night.