Tell Me I'm Different (Finished!)

(( Author's Note: Hey everyone, before you read this story I just want to warn you that at the end it gets borderline Rated-R. So if your sort of not cool with that stuff, just skip it, you'll get what happened from the next chapter! Thanks and please don't forget to vote! :) ))

Skye hid behind the heavy maroon curtain and watched as the man announced the next performance.

“And now, gentlemen, here’s a little something, something from your favorite, Ginger!”

A young red-headed girl in a too-tight sexy cat woman suit brushed past Skye gently before taking the center stage. Skye chocked on her breathe. From the back, Ginger looked like someone Skye used to know.

“Cam?” she breathed silently.

Ginger turned around to face the audience. Her delicate, pointy English features made it obvious Skye was mistaken.

It wasn’t her. But what would she do if it were her?

Elvis gazed at Skye, seeming to hear her. He smiled deviously at the audience and walked off the stage. His bright red suit enhanced Skye’s idea that he really was the devil. Elvis flashed her a blinding smile, his perfect pointed teeth looked like they wanted to feast on her. She could not, for the life of her smile back. Elvis’ smile eased, and he assessed her with his cold, grey eyes.

“What’s wrong sweetie, you want to dance?” he drawled.

Skye started to shake her head but said instead, “No, I’ll have to go on in a bit anyway.”

Elvis’ smile returned. He walked up to her slowly, as if giving her a chance to run, but she knew if she did, she would be in deep trouble.

He grabbed her thin wrist and placed her hand on where his heart would be, if he had one.

“See, baby. I’m human, just like you. No need to be afraid.”

He winked at her, yet all she could do was grimace. The beating of his heart under her palm felt robotic and unreal.

Elvis stroked her long dark hair, grabbed her chin, and leaned in to kiss her. His lips were soft and warm, but they felt disgusting and so unnatural against her lips. His hot breath reeked with cigars and whiskey.  His serpentine tongue wriggled its way into her mouth, moving and dancing as if Skye was kissing him back. Skye stood with statue like stillness and waited until the kiss was over.

Finally, Elvis pulled back. He licked his wet lips hungrily and said in a low tone,

“Since you’ve been such a good girl, you go on a break. Go hang out with that cook boy, but if you do anything, I want you to charge him.”

He laughed at his own perverted joke and Skye meekly smiled back, still tasting his tobacco laced breath.

Elvis turned on his heal and walked to the girl’s dressing room. Skye didn’t understand why he was being so nice. What did he have planned? She decided not to think about it too much, and went to look for Justin.

She found him in the backroom, adding spices to a delicious looking chicken. She grinned as the warm scent made her stomach grumble.

“Hey,” she breathed.

Justin turned around abruptly, dropping a giant spoon on the ground. He looked panic-stricken, but he relaxed when he saw it was her.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” he hissed as he bent down to pick up the fallen utensil.

“Whoa, you seem a bit jumpy today, is everything cool?” she asked.

Her brown eyes held a mix of confusion and something else Justin couldn’t decipher.