Chapter 61

Present day

Hands on the hips, Ciara stared indignantly at her two final choices. Red and devilish or dark and angelic ..hhmmm.

Why in the hell did she agree to do it at her place? She had everything planned to the tee...quick dinner of sushi and a glass of wine and then a lazy night with cheese dusted popcorn and her favourite vampire movies. Now that’s what Ciara called a perfect Halloween night but noooo..little miss pushover had to say yes to  hosting a stupid Halloween party and then her girlfriends had the damn audacity to ever so sweetly inform her of her blind date!

Hell! A blind date? Was she that desperate? Well ..actually she was..but still! Dammit! What if it was some googly eyed serial killer..gmmmff...her luck! Buck toothed, skinny old creep...she could just see it now!

She had opted for her Goth outfit but her girlfriend’s sudden outcry at her plan was another thorn in her side.  Now she had to shop for an outfit too?! Shit they were taking over her life!

“Soooo watcha doin? Did you choose one yet?” Holly chirped as she crashed into her from behind.

Flipping her head this side and then that ..she stared intently at the silly outfits.

Ok..screaming red suit...huge wiggly tail, pale horns, fishnet stockings....hhmmm.  Green catlike eyes switched towards the dark outfit...smoky low cut bodice, figure hugging pleated satin, tumbling into smoky shaggy lace to her feet.

Dried ivy leaves , dyed to the same deathly grey as the rest of the outfit, made up the halo. Picking up the dark wings she was quite surprised at how light they actually were. Torn wings of a fallen angel came to mind as she stroked over the shredded fluffiness.

“Arrghh no..sis man! That sooo boring! Take the red one..you like red!”

Shaking her head she turned towards her overzealous friend of almost 15 years.

There was something about this outfit..it was just her..deep inside she was the fallen angel with broken wings...

“You’re just taking it because it covers your booty! You should show some more of that girl...if I had such a bootilcious ass I would strut nekkid down the street!”

Ciara slapped her friend playfully.

“Yeah I can just imagine and don’t be silly! You have a beautiful curvy body..I’m stick thin. Men like curves..” She mimicked the hourglass figure.

“Oh and you should know about what men wants. Miss Recluse and probably a virgin..”

Clasping her hand over Holly’s mouth she gasped.

“Hey! Quiet down and no I’m NOT a virgin and you damn well know it! C’mon let me pay for this and go. We have lots to do before tomorrow night.”

“You might not have been a virgin but shit girl you’re growing it back! You better get a good shag and soon!”

“Shhh..that’s enough!” She gave her the Ciara stern look, but her eyes belied her expression.

The cashier gave them a goodhearted grin. Well shit now a total stranger knew her sex life or the lack off!

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Some unknown bug gnawed his way through the pit of her stomach. Everything was ready, everything seemed perfect just the thought of entertaining a stranger got to her. She wasn’t good with men and relationships...and men her friends picked out? It scared the bejesus out of her.

Swinging slowly from one side to the other, she watched her wings rustle ever so slightly. Palming her way down her dress , she nodded appreciatively. Just a pity her breasts almost spilled over the bodice, she was  well endowed for a skinny girl, not that she’s complaining.  Slipping into her heels, she brushed her hands through her mahogany hair.

Ready or not....

“Ooh God you look gorgeous!!!!”

Ciare stared openmouthed at Holly.

“I think you’ve...”

“Don’t!”  Holly stepped back while she slapped frantically at Ciara’s hand.

“I think you need to do up a few buttons..”

“It’s suppose to be this way..see there are NO buttons!”

Holly flashed Ciara even more milky breast.

“I’ll be the law tonight. You just call me if anyone misbehave.” She winked as she rattled her cuffs.

Ciara’s giggle was contagious. She had to admit, Holly was smoking hot in her  skimpy navy dress, gaping front, police hat and oversized shades to finish it off. Squinting, she lowered to focus on the fake police badge.

Constable Spank.

Ciara screamed with laugher..Oh lord this girl was priceless!

Soon after that, guest after guest filtered through her front door.  As time ticked by she felt excitement build at the thought that her blind date might not pitch up at all.

Turning away from another ended conversation she focused on Holly...beautiful, spunky ..Holly.

Men were taken by Holly’s cheerfulness and blonde beauty. Hearing her cheerful tinkle she took another sip of her wine....

A sudden awareness had the back of her hair stood up in attention. A ripple sizzled through her and she watched in amazement as goosebumps popped all over her skin. What the hell? There was absolutely no breeze in fact , is was stifling tonight.

The doorbell jerked her out of her confusion.

Looking at her watch she frowned..nine o’ clock? Could that be the blind date? Well shit he is fashionably late!

Dreading the meeting she sauntered towards the door, hoping if she took long enough he’ll give up and leave but as she neared the door she felt the unexplainable tug at her subconscious again. Shaking the eerie feeling, she reached for the door and froze, as if hypnotized her hand opened slowly, pressing her palm against the door.

There was heat...heat pooling around her hand, another hand came up..the rest of the door was cool..so cool. Resting her head against the warmth for a moment , she gasped. She swore she felt someone or something brush her cheek.

How much wine did she have?

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He could smell her as she made her way towards the door, she was stalling...he could tell. The thumping of her heart sounded like beating drums in his ears, the steady flow of her blood awakened a slumbering hunger in him.

He felt her as she reached out and rested her palm against the cold wooden door, their energy merged and the first glow of heat sparked between them.  As her cheek rubbed against his palm, he couldn’t resist but brush the silky skin. Her gasp caught him by surprise. She felt him..how was that possible? Pulling his hand away he closed it, hoping he could treasure the feel of her right there, in the palm of his hand.

The door swung open and life ended as he knew it. He ‘d been watching her since that night...but having her stare at him with those feline eyes flopped his insides upside down.

“Hello.” The voice of an angel.

“Good evening...Ciara?”

Shoulders slumping ever so slightly she plastered on a fake smile.

“That’s right and you are?”

Leaning in closer, the stranger’s husky voice drifted towards her in the night air.

“I’ll be anyone you want me to be...”