This is a short one-shot that I thought up while listening to Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac. Enjoy!

Sunny

Disclaimer: sadly Sunny no owny the hotties

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It was raining. The dark clouds of the Santa Carla sky wept over an unknown loss and pooled on the hot pavement. The tourists and locals were in a frenzy as the rain suddenly fell upon them. They searched for a refuge, anything to get out of the water. Some stood under the roofs of antique shops, others inside restaurants and waited anxiously for the rain to cease so they could begin again with their nightly routine.

But one remained.

She was a jewel. Beautiful curly brown hair swept past her shoulders and brilliant, bright doe eyes hid beneath her mane of ringlets. Her eyebrows were perfectly arched, her lips were full and pink as candy, and her petite figure was absolutely stunning.

She stood out in the rain, waiting for the downpour. The sprinkle of liquid stained her purple gypsy skirt and muddied her bare feet. Her anklets dripped from the natural perspiration and landed on the ground.

She gazed up at the dark sky as a flash of lightening lit up the night. She laughed a beautiful melody as the roll of thunder reached her ears and opened her mouth in a smile, revealing perfectly white teeth.

The rain began to pelt the earth, earning another squeal of happiness from the beauty. She began to spin around in circles, her gypsy skirt whooshing out around her. The coins and beads on the material gave a shrill jingle as she danced in the rain. Her white camisole, now completely soaked, became see through, showing off her perfectly sculpted stomach.

She laughed again, shaking her hair out and running her ring adorned fingers through it. Her skirt clung to her legs and dripped an excessive amount of rain water.

Another crack of thunder rang through the sky and the girl grinned, throwing her hands up in the air.

She was an oddity, a beauty, something every man wanted. They all watched from their dry refuges at the girl who danced in the rain. At first they had thought she was crazy, but as they continued to watch her, they were entranced.

Men gazed at her with dreamy eyes, wondering if she was magic, and woman glared with jealousy, afraid that this appearance of the gypsy girl would suddenly snatch their men away.

She shown bright as a star, illuminating every dark corner of the boardwalk. People were drawn out of their hiding places just to catch a glimpse of the mystical gypsy girl.

One watched her with particular interest.

David, a vampire who was almost as entrancing as the girl, stood underneath the roof a jewelry store, watching the girl hungrily.

Everything about her screamed out to him, almost forcing him to take her at that very moment.

Her eyes danced with a light that he had never seen, her body moved with a gracefulness that was foreign to him.

She entranced him, perhaps more so than the others, but David was smart.

He wanted her more than anything at that moment, more than anything in the world. But not for a love interest, no he had no use for that.

This girl, the one like a star, was a rarity, a prize to be won by the lucky man who could catch her.

David would get the star girl simply because he wanted to have her.

And, realistically, David always won.