Ruby Red and the Wolf.
Her head pounded with every beat as she moved her body to the rhythm of the music. As the glittering lights of the local nightclub; 'Grandma's House', danced over her body, she closed her eyes, raised her arms and lost herself in the beat.
The heat from the other bodies moving around her made her feel weak and the pounding in her head grew. Ruby felt a bead of sweat glide down her neck and she opened her eyes. She stumbled, her balance off and her mind fuzzy. A friend caught her arm, "Ruby, are you alright?"
"Hmmm" Ruby smiled, "I just need some air."
As she began to make her way through the throngs of people to the nearby balcony Ruby began to feel eyes on her. She glanced behind her, and immediately she saw him across the bar, staring at her. She caught his gaze and held it for a moment before walking out onto the balcony. She stood holding the chrome rail and staring out at the city skyline. The cold wind blew through her auburn hair and Ruby could still feel the eyes of the man across the bar burrowing into her. She turned and lent backwards onto the rail, the man was still staring at her, and now a path had cleared in the crowd and she could see him clearly.
He was tall and roughed, with thick dark hair and a dark shadow of stubble across his chiseled jaw. His eyes, deep and dark; almost black, stared at her. In to her. He mesmerised her.
Ruby glanced down, running her gaze across his body. He was toned and well built, he wore a faded grey t-shirt, and slim fitting black leather trousers tucked into heavy laced up black boots. As she ran her eyes back up over his body he turned to place the glass he was holding back on the bar and Ruby noticed the tattoo running over his toned, vascular left bicep. It was a wolf, predatory and wild, all black with narrowed red eyes, angrily baring it's teeth at her.
Ruby found the man intriguing, there was something about him that drew her in, a fascinating danger. She began to move slowly towards him, back in to the main floor of 'Grandma's House'. He moved forward too, the beat on the dance floor propelled them towards each other. Eventually they reached each other, and Ruby ran her fingers up his arm and gently over the snarling jaws of the black wolf. He placed a hand on her hip and moved her body closer to his. Their eyes still locked, they began to move together to the music
Without a single word being spoken between them they danced for what seemed to Ruby like hours, losing themselves in the heat, the noise and the movement. Ruby's red dress clung to her and beads of glistening sweat slid down her neck onto her chest.
After a while the man finally spoke, with a voice as rough as gravel and as smooth as ten year old whisky he asked "Can I get you a drink?"
Ruby smiled and nodded, she felt almost nervous as she replied "Southern comfort & cranberry juice."
As he turned and walked towards the bar Ruby caught another glimpse of the wolf baring it's teeth at her, almost like it was warning her away.
Ruby's friends had left, so she sat alone on a stool, and watched the stranger with whom she had been dancing as he waited at the bar. He stood silently, mysterious and confident, he seemed to stand out so much from the throngs of others chattering and laughing around him.
Ruby found she could not take her eyes off him. His large hands, deep dark eyes and toned body, and that dark angry wolf snarling on his arm.
He made her feel intoxicated and exhilarated all at once, like her blood was carbonated. But there was something about him that frightened her, a quiet danger.
Somehow Ruby knew she could never give this man her heart, he would tear it to shreds like the wolf on his arm. Trying to tie this mysterious man down would be like trying to cage a wild animal.
Ruby knew it could only be tonight for these two, and although it was unlike her to be so impulsive, the thought of inviting this stranger into her bed excited her. So as the man with the wolf tattoo walked purposefully back to Ruby and handed her her drink, she knocked it back in one, put on her red hood and left 'Grandma's House', closely followed by the wolf...
A Story by Literature Fairy (c)