Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.
This story came to me a while ago and has not gone away, so I decided I needed to write it. This is my version of when Hadley and Sookie were still friends while Sookie is in high school and the fun they had together before Hadley ran away. Keep in mind that this story is set over ten years ago, before the Great Revelation, so no one knows that vampires are real…..yet. This is my first story NOT based inside one of CH’s books, so I hope you enjoy my branching out. Inspired by my interview with EricJacobLover (and her love of Nine Inch Nails…just like me) and the real life events of my delinquent youth. 🙂
This story is inspired by the Nine Inch Nail song Closer and mentions the Men Without Hats song Safety Dance. I love both of these songs and highly recommend buying them.
I didn’t know how I was going to tell Gran where Hadley and I were going. So I didn’t. Instead, I told her that I was going to my friend’s house to have a sleepover, which would be weird when you’re 17 years old, but Gran believed it. Instead of going to Sarah’s house, I planned to meet Hadley in her beater VW Rabbit for our night out to a goth dance club in Shreveport. Hadley had been telling me how amazing this place was. All I knew was that ever since ‘Confetti’ became a part of her vocabulary a few months ago, she started painting her nails black, dying her hair purple, and missing a lot of school. I had to see what it was like, if only to understand why it was changing her.
I jogged my way down the long driveway to meet Hadley. She stepped out of her car and told me she had a change of clothes for me. I looked down at my own clothes, wondering why a black t-shirt and jean shorts wouldn’t work. She laughed at the puzzled look on my face, “Believe me. You’ll want to change.” I scanned her outfit and understood that I was a little too perky looking. Hadley wore a long black broomstick skirt and a skintight asymmetrical black and white striped shirt. Her dark hair hung around her face, and it was only when she turned towards the dome light in her car that I realized she had black lipstick on too. I had put lipstick on before I left and ‘bubblegum pink’ was apparently not black enough for Confetti.
I held the shirt she handed me in front of the dome light, and was surprised when the light shone straight through the thin black gauze. “I can’t wear this!” I scoffed. “You’d be able to see my bra right through this!”
Hadley smiled and shook her head, “That’s the point!” She shoved a skirt in my hands, tight and short, also black. Hadley and I had been sharing shoes since we were kids, but I would be damned if I was going to wear the black boots with heels she put in my hands. They laced up the sides, leaving bits of skin peeking out. I would look like a slut. Like a goth slut. I shook my head, “Nope. I am NOT going to wear those.”
“Suit yourself,” she snarked, looking down at my bright white running shoes.
Once I had the skirt and shirt (if you could call it that!) on, I saw why she didn’t try to convince me. My shoes looked ridiculous. I grabbed the boots out of her hands, “Don’t say a word,” I warned, scowling at her.
Hadley held her hands up in defense. “I wouldn’t dream of it!”
As I sat in the passenger seat, lacing the boots over my ankles, Hadley’s thoughts jumped into my mind. She was anxious to leave, ready to have some fun. It was weird when I listened to her, she never thought about tests, school, college, or any of the other stuff that our friends thought about. A boy’s face kept popping up, but she didn’t know his name. He was a regular at Confetti and he didn’t talk to anyone. Hadley couldn’t resist him. She had spent the last three weekends trying to work up the courage to talk to him, and was vowing to herself that she would talk to him tonight. Her excitement infected me, and by the time I shook myself out of my zoned out state, I was ready to go too.
Hadley smiled at me nervously. “Sookie, I don’t want you listening to me. Stop it.”
I looked away from her. Hadley knew me well enough to know that my dead stare meant I was in her brain. I felt like a jerk. “I’m sorry Had, I can’t help it. Honest. I’ve been practicing, but it’s so hard to focus like that all the time.”
She thought that maybe it was a mistake inviting me to go with her, and then she thought how nice it would be to have company on the long drive. She also thought about how nice it would be to have someone to talk to about the boy she liked. I shook my head, and focused on the dark road ahead of us. “Let’s go,” I said, before she could change her mind.
“Hey, before I forget, you’ll need this.” She put a fake drivers license in my hands. It claimed I was 19. She had used a picture of me from the yearbook, and it was beyond me how she had gotten it, or how she had put this ID together. I gulped, afraid of getting caught. “It’s Ok, Sook, no one is going to check.” She was so confident that I relaxed, tucking it in my pocket.
Confetti was wedged between a fast food place and a paint store in the industrial part of Shreveport. The square building was relatively dark, except for the purple neon sign hanging over the door. Hadley checked her makeup one last time before we got out, and checked to make sure she had her keys before she locked the door and slammed it shut with her hip. Her car had definitely seen better days. She walked up to front door and led me down the hallway where a short line of people waited to get in. I had the fake drivers license and the 5 dollar cover charge clutched in my hand. When it was our turn to go in, the bouncer stood up off his chair and pulled Hadley into a tight hug.
“Good to see you again. And who is this……your bizarro twin?” I think I should have been offended by him calling me bizarre, but instead I smiled politely.
“This is my cousin, Sookie.” Hadley answered. I held out my ID and money and he shook his head.
“Any cousin of Hadley’s shouldn’t have to pay to get in.” He didn’t even check my ID. I thanked him and tucked the money in the tiny pocket of my skirt. Hadley kissed him on the cheek and waltzed into the club. I let out a huge sigh once we were safely inside.
I looked around and found the club relatively empty. Hadley shouted over the loud music, “It’s early. Just wait, in an hour you won’t be able to move.” I watched her scan the room for the mystery boy, and saw the disappointment on her face when she realized he wasn’t here. “Let me show you around.”
Directly in front of the entrance were stairs leading up to the main dance floor. To the right and up a short flight of stairs, there was a dimly lit balcony that stretched the length of the wall. To the left of the dance floor was a long hallway that branched off twice and then went past the dance floor to a room with tables and chairs. Hadley pointed to it and told me it was the smoking room. The first branch of the long hallway was a small death metal dance floor/mosh pit separated from the main club with a soundproof hall so you didn’t get the music bleeding from one room to the next. The other branch of the long hallway led to the bathrooms.
The main dance floor had two raised platforms on opposite sides, with metal railings all the way around. The far side of the dance floor was a long bar, with stairs leading towards the smoking room. The platform on the right was almost connected to the balcony, and the platform on the left had a narrow spiral staircase that led to the DJ booth, which was connected to the ceiling. There was a DJ in the tiny glass booth, surrounded by records. Real vinyl records.
“What kind of music is he playing?” I shouted over the current song.
Hadley put her mouth next to my ear and said, “Friday night is retro night, so you never know what he’s going to play. I’ve got a request for later though.” She winked at me.
She led me to the balcony, and we sat at one of the tall tables, chatting (shouting) as we waited for the club to fill. She was right. It didn’t take long for the club to swell with people. She stopped talking mid-sentence, and concentrated her attention on the boy dancing on the platform nearest us. “Are you going to talk to him?” I asked, trying to encourage her. She nodded.
“Dance with me?” She needed reinforcements, and I was happy to help. We made our way down the stairs and out onto the dance floor. The DJ mixed in ‘The Safety Dance.’
‘Ssss Aaaa Ffff Eeee Tttt Yyyy’ the song started, and Hadley and I danced along. I hadn’t heard it before, but she had, and sang along with it loud enough that I could hear her. It was fun, dancing with her, in a room full of strangers. It was freeing, and gave me a rare opportunity to let loose. We danced around each other, forming the letters of the song with our arms, laughing hysterically as we both realized how much her cheerleading influenced how she danced. No one knew that Hadley though, they just saw a girl having a good time with her friend.
Hadley pointed to the DJ booth and motioned that she would be right back. She twisted her way through the crowd, and made her way up to the little open window in the glass booth. I saw the DJ pull the headphones off his head as she approached, and he smiled and nodded. She mouthed, ‘Thank you’ to him and came back down to join me. I was about to ask her what she requested when her eyes lit up as the song started. Pulsing electronic heartbeats filled the club. Hadley cleared an area on the floor and crouched then began crawling across the floor. She sang with the lyrics, “You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you…” She crawled towards the boy on the platform, and looked up at him, “I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside. I want to fuck you like an animal. My whole existence is flawed. You get me closer to god.”
My mouth fell open as I listened to the words and watched her sing them. I felt exhilarated and inspired to dance with her, letting my body move to the pounding beat. For a few glorious moments, I felt the attraction that Hadley felt for this boy, and her raw primal pursuit of him. This was her way of getting his attention, and it was working. She left me behind on the dance floor, and climbed the metal railing that separated them. He was watching her intently and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her serenade. I danced and watched her bravery, unaware of crowd of people that filled the hole she had made. Hadley grabbed his head and kissed him. It was three weeks of pent up frustration and passion, and it connected their bodies, despite the railing that tried to wedge them apart. I smiled and knew she was happy.
Completely out of breath, I made my way to the bar and ordered a glass of water. I propped one foot up on the lowest rung of the barstool, too antsy to sit down. A voice cut through the jumble of thoughts and music in my head, “I just love this song.”
I hadn’t noticed him sitting there, at the end of the bar, near me. I thought I was the only one getting a drink. I looked in his eyes and smiled nervously. There was something different about him. He looked a little older than me, had the same blonde hair as mine and he was tall, even sitting on the barstool I could tell he was a tall guy. What was most striking about him though, was that I couldn’t hear him. His thoughts were silent. I stared at him and mumbled, “You sound different.”
“My accent. I am not originally from here.” He purred, leaning towards me.
“That too,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. He cocked his head to one side and looked at me intently. I felt him push something intangible against me. Not thoughts, something else. His will. If he thought he could control me by staring at me, he had another thing coming. I smirked at him. He was shocked and didn’t hide it.
He leaned even closer to me, and inhaled deeply. “You smell delicious.” As he spoke, my body tingled with the promise of some foreign pleasure I knew from books (and from conversations I had overheard from girls at school). I had never felt so edible. He touched my bare arm with a long cool finger, sending chills through me. Except for the heat that filled my panties, which contained the flood of moisture in response to his caress. “Mmm” he said as he inhaled again. His voice made me shudder and I began to wonder what it was about him that made me feel like this. I suddenly felt like kissing him, and was shocked at my own boldness. I had only kissed one boy last year, and it was horrible. He was thinking about our science teacher the whole time. I never went on a date with him again. This was different. He was different.
Completely disarmed and out of sorts, I mumbled, “Why do I want to kiss you?”
He smirked and answered, “Why wouldn’t you?” Before I could respond, he closed the gap between us and captured my lips into a searing kiss. It took my breath away. His tongue pushed against my teeth, seeking entrance, and once inside, it swept around my mouth. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, lost in committing this blissful moment to memory. His hands slid down my back, gathering the material in a tight fist in one of his large hands. The buttons strained against my bra. His other hand slid further down, cupping my ass. I tensed when I realized where his hand was, and then lost control when he pulled me against the bulge in his black jeans. Rubbing against the swollen skin between my legs hidden under the short black skirt. I moaned into his mouth and then yelled out in pain as something cut me. He didn’t release me immediately, but I managed to pull away from him to survey the damage on my tongue.
“My tongue is bleeding,” I said, startled by how odd it was to bite my tongue while I was kissing him. His eyes were dark, and the light blue I had noticed a few minutes ago was gone. He was struggling to control himself, and I wondered if all guys got this worked up over kissing. He looked hungry, and I was dinner.
The metallic taste of my blood filled my mouth. “I’ll be right back,” I said as I held up a finger to him. I left him sitting at the bar and headed for the bathroom.
The glaring bright lights reflected off the walls, making me squint as I entered the room. By the time my eyes adjusted, I had made my way to the mirror. What I couldn’t believe was that the wound in my tongue was gone. Completely healed. The only evidence I had that any of it happened was the smudge of blood on the corner of my mouth. “What in the hell just happened?” I asked my reflection.
I was dancing, I got a drink, and then he was there. Talking to me. And then we were kissing, and oh my god it was so good. I had never been so close to a man’s body before, and I knew that I would dream of that moment for years. He was holding me, kissing me, and I was kissing him back, and then my tongue started bleeding and now….nothing. Like it never happened.
I walked out of the bathroom and went back to the bar to look for mister tall blonde and handsome, and he was gone. Had I imagined the whole thing?
I was quiet on the way home. Hadley gushed about the boy she made out with, Stephan, and how they had plans to meet up again next weekend. She was bummed about not being able to go tomorrow night, but her mom was being a ‘drag’ and had planned a night of swimming, so they could spend some time together. I would have killed to have a mom to hang out with, but wasn’t in the mood to discuss that with her right now.
“Hey. Why are you so quiet? Didn’t you have fun tonight? Sorry I bailed on you, I just couldn’t help myself,” Hadley admitted sheepishly, looking away from me.
I smiled at her and said, “Yeah, I had a great time tonight. I really liked Confetti….hey, can I go with you again next weekend?”
Hadley was surprised and shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Sure, I’ll be pretty….um, busy though, so if you don’t mind hanging out alone again…….”
“I don’t mind,” I said and hoped I wouldn’t be alone.
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On to Confetti: Chapter 2