I am not afraid.
I am angry.
This motherfucker ruined my game.
My nostrils fill up with the scent of fresh blood. I’m cleaning my lip with the tip of my tongue. One fastmovement and then I brush my lips together, like I use to do when I am wearing my red lipstick. I swallow the mixture that formed 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?
"Did you just bite me?"
I bit a vampire, huh? 'the fuck is wrong with me… Now I have to kill him.
His voice is close to my ear. Way too close. The darkness envelops us both completely. I can’t find him all covered in black, but my body can recognize his warmth.
"Now you know how it feels." My voice echoes inside the whole shop. Damn the ghost that brought us here together… and took down the electricity. I hate the darkness now. I hate ghosts. They always play as they wish.
I release my hold on his arm resting on my chest, and I turn to look up at him.
He moves closer.
"Don’t fucking touch me!"
"I can’t see you…"
"You can’t? Aren’t your eyes depicted with distinct characteristics?"
"Ok… You got me."
I panic. He can see me. I can picture him in my mind… looking down at me. Now I have to bleach my eyes… and my mouth. When did his arm get on me?
But...
He likes my bite because I feel his other hand moving directly to my hip, holding me still, close to him. I can feel his jeans tightening around his arousal, right under my lower back. My spine straightens at his touch.
CHAPTER 5
"Could you explain the bite? I am very curious."
"I had to make him go away."
"Him?"
The entry bell tolls, and the front door creaks open.
"Neo? Good morning! Oh, what happened, dear?"
Her attention is drawn by the elderly woman looking at the candy corn spilled on the floor. The lights switch on again. She looks up at me, her eyes fixed on the blood staining my neck. Her fingers seize the collar of my shirt, yanking me down to her level. She parts her lips and with a slow lick, she brushes some of the blood from my skin.
"For the Coven’s sake! It won’t… never mind. Stay here! Don’t lay a finger on anything, or I’ll have to cut it!" She detaches from my shirt and walks to the storefront. She beams with delight, guiding the lady through her candy choices. I lean against the door, arms crossed, embracing the moment’s sweetness. From behind the counter, whenever the woman is not paying attention, she gives me a deadly glare. I lift my hands in surrender and smile. She rolls her eyes.
She makes her way back to me as soon as the woman walks out of the store. Her eyes are pointed at the open box in front of me.
"I told you not to touch…" As a snake prior to the strike, her form leaps at me.
I laugh, raising my arm with a playful gesture. "Did you stuff the box with your lingerie?" She is too small to even dream of reaching my hand. It’s a fun moment, with her jumping for her lace thong.
"Put it back!" She stops bouncing and looks at me frustrated.
