Spray of Red [repost]

[Cody Capulet-Kane]

Strobe lights flash off of bare arms and legs while the music pulses deep and rhythmically. The club is a press of men and women, most in clothes that barely cover vital bits, but covering enough to not actually to be accused of indecency. Bodies crushing together, clawing at the air while they move and gyrate to the throbbing of techno music."

The dance floor is over-crowed tonight, but that doesn't seem to stop anyone from moving freely in the din. Arms flail on people that they barely know. Feet never seeming to miss their mark, never accidentally stepping on someone. If someone lost their balance, they never hit the floor. They are picked up and steadied so as not to loose the beat.

It all looked like a beautiful orgy, except for the flashing of shiny clothes under the strobes. Cody is in the middle of it, her short red hair flying around her and catching the flashing lights. Her arms pumping, her body contorting into positions that in any other environment would be just silly. Her hands find other people whom she doesn't know and move over bodies with incredible ease. Men and women, demons' wearing human faces, it doesn't matter who is next to her.

Her black tank top clings to her and ends just above her well-defined abs and her naval, which proudly displays a green rose tattoo. A pair of dark blue boot-cut jeans hugs her narrow hips and pair of black combat boots completes the outfit.

Tonight isn't about hunting. It isn't about saving the world from the evil nasties that she is so indiscriminatingly dancing with. Tonight is about being lost in the music, moving in amongst carefree people. She lets her body become an extension of the beat, moving where the music compels her to go and being completely free.

Cody presses her back up against a tall and lanky blonde haired man. Their body's move together in sync, both of them sliding downwards, not losing physical contact with the other.

They both rise and turn to face the other. Hazel meets startling blue as their eyes lock and they both pause. In one fluid motion Cody is wrapped around him, her legs locked behind his lower back and his hands firmly holding her hips. With complete trust in her partner, the woman trails her fingers down his tight muscle shirt until she is upside down, her hands lightly grazing the dance floor. The blonde doesn't stop his gyrating movements.

They move like this for what seems like an eternity, or maybe it's just a few moments. People move around them, trailing fingers and nails on the couple that have found themselves lost in the middle of the throng. In sudden motion Cody is back up at his face, her flushed cheek pressed against his sweaty one.

And again, they move. Bodies so close that it's near impossible to tell where Cody ends and this cat-like man begins. Their sweat mixes, their breath moves as one and Cody's fingers find his near-white spikes.

Their faces part.

They stare.

And just as sudden as their connection was, they separate. Cody flips backwards and, as if this were completely expected, the German releases his hold on her. Neither gives the other a second look as both move away, the music moving them to different parts of the floor.

The music pulses well into the night and Cody never stops moving, her hair becoming just a spray of red in the wave of the dancing night.