PROLOGUE
My nostrils fill up with the scent of fresh blood. I’m wiping my lips with the tip of my tongue. One fast movement and then I brush my lips together, like I use to do when I am wearing my red lipstick. I swallow the mixture that forms in my mouth, and I want to move away from the warmth of his body.
So... this is what blood tastes like. What makes them enjoy it, though?
He likes my bite because I feel his other hand move directly to my hip, holding me still, close to him. I can feel his jeans tightening around his arousal. My spine straightens at his touch.
"Did you just bite me?"
I release my hold on his arm resting on my chest, and I turn to look up at him.I bit a vampire, huh? 'the fuck is wrong with me… Now I have to kill him.
You are probably wondering how I ended up in this situation...
CHAPTER 1
Itwist the little bone three times.
One.Two.Three.
The pins on the disc pluck the steel comb's teeth. The music box starts to produce a series of melodies in Halloween tones. Hex jumps from the bed and rushes towards me. He rubs up against my black woolen sock with his entire little body. I set the music box on my nightstand.
One week until Halloween.
"No breakfast!" I put my long hair, blessed with the raven's shade, into a messy bun. The skeletal hand clip pulling all strands off my back. And I watch the poor creature attempting to attract my attention.
"You leak, which is why my carpets are stained." The bathroom door opens for us and he tries tofollowme inside. "Will you watch me pee too?"
I push away the pile of bones with my foot and close the door. I turn on the light and a bat immediately takes off from my windowsill. Even though it's early in the morning, the darkness doesn't seem to want to leave the path to brightness.
Steam is forming a dense fog that completely covers the mirror and drips onto the sink from the black edges. As I wipe away the water with the tips of my fingers, I notice in the reflection a piece of paper glued to my window glass. My damp hair slams against my back as I turn. With one hand holding the red towel still over my breasts, my feet move slowly toward the window. I open it and grab the paper, allowing the steam to escape from the bathroom.
"You look good in red."
What the hell?I toss the note onto the sink and dive into my hair routine. As I brush with fervor, strands become a whirlwind of wild determination.
"Neo? You have another rose at the door." I am sure Zilla’s scream just woke up the entire neighborhood. I drape a black silk robe over my shoulders and open the door. Hex instantly leaps to his feet, purring. He touches my leg with his rib cage. One by one, the curved bones gently caress my skin.
"Fine! You can have your breakfast in a second." My fingertips scrape his skull.
I put the Ouija board on the hardwood floor and kneel before it. My fingertips touch the planchette.
"Are you here?" A sudden drop in temperature. A prickling sensation on the skin. The window veil moves slowly. The pointer shifts upward to the right and halts on the sun.YES.
"Are you leaving me notes?"
It shifts, angry, my hands up to the left side and stops on the moon.NO.
"Do I know him or her?"
He keeps the planchette on NO. I feel his odd pressure, like an invisible presence standing just outside my line of sight.
"Is this person dead?"
He pulls my arms across the board and stops onYES.The bathroom door opens and snaps closed. I stand up and walk in. A bat is drawn on the mirror’s condensation.
"A vampire?"
YES.Comes across as written on the mirror.
