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Pixie. [A Story Fragment]
The raindrops were falling repeatedly on my unresponsive head. For twenty plus minutes I'd been sitting on a park bench watching the occasional car drive by. There wasn't much to see at 2 in the morning. I wasn't expecting to see anything anyways. I stared off into space, my blood red lips starving for a taste of nicotine. Seconds later what could quite possible be described as fate pulled up along the curb in front of me.
"Need a ride?" A male voice called out a car window. The window rolled down and a clean cut, young white man flicked his cigarette. I looked down at my white button up blouse and black mini skirt. I could feel my hair falling out of place from the weight of the rain. I knew I looked like crap. Without a word I walked over to the passenger's side door and hopped in the stranger's vehicle.
"Care to share?" I asked as he pulled another cigarette from it's pack.
"Sure thing." He handed one over. I lit up thinking about how lucky I was. After waiting for nothing, I found something. Little did I know what fun would come out of that 30 minute car ride.
"The name's David. What do you go by?"
"I'm Lisbeth. But people call me Pixie."
"Pixie. Cute." He smirked.
"Mmm." I was in no mood for sarcasm. "Where are we going?"
"My place if you don't mind. I've got some friends waiting for me. Something tells me you'd get along with them just fine." What was this guy up to?
"Sure. That's fine." I was dying of hunger. My stomach growled. Hopefully this man had food. And more cigarettes. Lots more. And he didn't even know me. How was he so sure I'd like these friends of his? I pondered all of this as we drove up beside a huge house. I guess I'll call it a mansion, but it wasn't entirely humongous. It was snow white with a beautiful evergreen on either side of the front door.
Ten minutes later the rain had slowed to a drizzle. I was sitting in the parlor drinking hot chocolate. I had yet to meet these "friends" David had mentioned during the drive here. I was just thinking that when, what a coincidence, four girls walked into the room. Two brunettes, a redhead, and a blonde. They introduced themselves as Nina, Brooke, Michelle, and Anna. They were pretty. They were also naked. Somehow this didn't make feel awkward or uncomfortable. Weird? I thought so.
