Chapter 64

Chastising herself for being so childish as to flick on every damn light in sight, she reached and touched the last switch of the attic.

The room was flooded in strong welcoming rays from the tiny bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling. She wanted to get an electrician to fix the darn thing but didn’t have the time ...well its still working isn’t it?

Going to the farthest end of the attic where she knew good ole Jack resided, she cried out as a grey, little critter ran over her foot.

“OH EEEEEEEEEEEEWWW!! Now I need a pest controller too?! HELL!” She shook so violently , her wings almost fell off. Walking on tippy toes, she reached the box.

Opening the box cautiously she hoped to high heavens she won’t be met by a hairy spider or something even worse. Luckily she only found Jack’s weathered smile, grinning up to her from the darkness of his box.

“Well hello hunkalicious! You’re presence have been requested down stairs. After all these years you are just as popular as ever, figure huh?”

She patted gently at the eroded material, sneezing as a cloud of dust puffed into her nostrils. Tucking lovingly at his skew shirt and frilly skirt, she relived that crazy night when Jack was created.

Bending over into the box, she searched for the orange wig and shocking green floppy hat when the light suddenly died.

“OOOH SHIT!”

Touching the curliness of the false hair and the scratchy material of the hat, she patted in the darkness until she felt Jack.

Manoeuvring her way in the light was hard enough, trying to get out there in total darkness....impossible.

“Ouch! Dammit..blasted....”

Securing herself yet another painful bruise to the shin, she froze.

Ashen mist swirled a mere few inches from her.

Oooh I get it..someone’s playing the Halloween trick on me..

“Oh funny..ha ha...joke is on me! Guys? James? Carlo? Hello? You are going to pay the medical bills when I break a leg or something! I’m serious!”

She giggled nervously until something inside her jerked to a halt. Every inch of skin pricked, something wasn’t right. Not right at all.

The mist was now closer...instinctively reaching out towards it, it vanished.

“Oook thats enough now..I’m really scared...please switch on the damn light..pleaaaassseeee?!”

She stumbled forward only to be met with an icy wall of... what it was ..she didn’t know.

Oh, God in heaven. I’m not alone...and whatever it is..is not human!

The spine-chilling feeling made her think of earlier tonight when...no it can’t be! It just can’t, there is an explanation for everything. Halloween was really getting to her, that and the wine...

A scream lodged in her throat. Fear consumed every reasonable thought she ever possessed. She didn’t even feel Jack fall to the ground from her nerveless fingers.

She was shaking, fear radiated from her in jaded hues, luring him closer. She smelled divine..her panic grew stronger, spearing into him as it billowed around her.

Grabbing at her last straw of salvation, she reached into her pocket, knowing that the lighter she had used earlier that night should be there.

Click...click...clickclickclickclick.

“Oh damn please?!”

No one is coming to help you...It’s you and me now.

Circling hysterically , she cried out.

“Who is it? This is NOT fucking funny anymore. YOU HEAR!?”

The eerie thread grew tighter and tighter. She heard the slight whisper of material. He was here, that smell...the musky, elusive scent of him.

So she knew it was him? His grin flashed in the shadows. His turn to get a whiff of rapture...

She was paradise waiting to be unwrapped, tasted, devoured, every sweet, tantalizing drop of her.

His tongue slithered over his fangs, he could almost taste her, she was so damn close. She was in his world now, she was his..to do with as he please, but first he had the pleasure of sapping her of her energy...drawing the willpower from her until she laid at his feet, begging to be set free.

A unique scent drew his attention...a scent he hadn’t experienced in years...

Ciara whimpered as startling cerulean eyes appeared in the gloom.

Hunger shimmered in them, swirling slowly over her body as it scrutinized her.

Unsoiled...untouched by man....mine....all mine.

Ciara clamped her hands over her ears.

He was inside her mind....chanting incoherent thoughts.

I cant take anymore...please go away...oh God..please.

The beast grew stronger within.....the exhilaration simmered slowly, building into a crescendo....she was untainted, her womb pure from any relations with men.

Recognising how extraordinary his meal was turning out to be, he shivered in anticipation as he felt his fangs lengthen even more.

Something breezed across her cheek, gasping, she shut her eyes. It was a gentle caress, brushing her hair to one side.

She was shrieking inside, her mind telling her limbs to move...her legs unwilling to listen.

“Are you afraid, Ciara? Give yourself to me....I’ll make your surrender a sweet one...” His breath teased at her lips, coaxing them to open for him.

The unexpected warmth of his tongue searched the length of her lips....flicking inside she felt her first brush with the unknown...

He felt her sway towards him and for a split second he savoured her surrender. Surrender was but a fleeting moment unfortunately.

Survival instincts jolted into her cloudy mind, refusing to let her submit so meekly to something so evil... something with such a brutal appetite.

The flutter on her lips ceased, the whiff of him enveloped her, she didn’t know where she started and he ended. She was a prisoner of his, an unwilling participant in a ritual of feeding she hadn’t known ever existed until tonight..this terrifying minute.

She was prey to a tortured, sinister soul. His power over her was devastating.

Cool fingers outline the column of her neck, the other tangled in her hair drawing her flush with his hard, unyielding frame, the only sign that whatever was with her, had human form.

Come to me....come to me now.

Her mind lost the battle, she was clay in his deft hands.

She needed to let go of her fear, the meal never tasted as appetising when it was mingled with the bitterness of unadulterated terror.

Everything suddenly felt so heavy...so unbearably heavy. Her head tilted forward, she shivered as his breath feathered in her neck, his tongue tracing lazy circles on her skin.

The pulsing of her life giving vein called out to him, the sloshing of the dark delicious liquid awoke the uncontrollable hunger he had kept at bay for so long .

Stabbing fangs scraped at her neck, inching closer towards its target...

Ciara heard the animalistic growl....her whimper was drowned by the force of his ferocious snarl. She felt her head snap backwards and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain she knew was unavoidable.

She couldn’t fight it anymore, she didn’t want to.