Page 117 of Scream For Me


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Then I duck my head and run, the lights of the city becoming blurred conflagrations all around me. I stick mainly to the road, ducking between cars like a motorcycle. I move far too quickly for anybody to know I’m there. If they see anything, it’s a shimmer in the light, passing like a mirage and then I’m gone.

The closer I get, the fiercer her scent becomes, until it’s all around me, inside of me, filling me with a greater sense of purpose than I’ve felt since I was a mortal. I have to stop and lean against a wall, gritting my teeth, when I feel the blood-lust welling up from inside of me.

My seed. I need to put my seed inside of her.

But that’s impossible. My kind cannot mate, cannot procreate. We are dead.

But the amulet … the amulet can turn me into a mortal man.

Is she the one?

“So this is fun, isn’t it, Chipper?” her voice sings as she walks past me.

The street is quiet, lit with low street lamps.

The woman passes, shrouded in a big jacket with a little dog walking happily at her side. The dog is a Dachshund, one of those sausage dogs with a long body and short legs. Tan in color, it looks up at the woman with complete devotion.

My mouth falls open as I recede into the darkness of the doorway and watch her pass.

My fangs tingle and then spring into sharpness, something they haven’t done involuntarily in generations.

She has a curvy body, a beautiful thick voluptuous body that her shrouding clothes can do nothing to hide. Her legs are thick in her jeans and her hips push the bottom of her winter coat out. Her breasts are mounds I’d delight in sucking, rubbing her pink nipples, making them hard so that she sings out her pleasure. Her luxurious oaken hair spills out from a winter hat, over her shoulders, glistening in the eerie autumn light.

“A nice walk in the dark, eh?” she goes on, moving further away from me.

But it doesn’t matter.

I could hear every word if she was on the other side of the city now that I’ve heard her once.

“So what if the train was canceled? So what if there’s no bus? So what if it’s freaking freezing? This is an adventure, right?”

A note of anxiety rings in her voice.

I stalk out of the doorway and move slowly after her, my fangs roaring at me to taste those supple ass cheeks, to bend her over and palm the pink wetness of her pussy as I suck juicily on her bulbous ass.

I have to get myself under control.

But I don’t know if I can.

I follow.

I’m getting closer.

I can’t stop.

Chapter Two

Tammy

I talk to Chipper as I try and find the closest bus stop, mostly to keep myself from screaming in frustration. Today has been like a slap in the face.

First, my boss fired me when he found out I’d been letting Chipper stay in a little nook in the break room, which he loved.

And which is fair enough, I guess.

You can’t bring a dog to work, Tammy.

He didn’t care when I explained to him that there has been a spate of dog thefts in my crappy rundown neighborhood. Maybe he could smell the orphan on me. Maybe he could sense that I didn’t belong in the high-class restaurant. Whatever it was, it was the last thing I needed. And then the train broke down, and when I finally found the bus stop, I found out there were no buses.

No self-pity, I snap at myself.

I’m twenty years old, far too old to be throwing temper tantrums and throwing myself pity parties.

I broke the rules at work and my boss fired me. Fine.

Public transport is a nightmare. Fine.

I’ll deal with it. I just hope Chipper is going to be okay. He’s wearing his sweater and he’s smiling, but part of me thinks the smile is mostly for my benefit, and he’d like nothing more than to be wrapped in a warm blanket at home.

“Almost there,” I lie, teeth chattering slightly. “Not long now.”

It doesn’t help that Halloween is a week away and several of the storefronts I pass have decorations hanging outside. One has dressed their mannequins as vampires and ghosts, their eyes lighting up luminous green in the darkness, watching me as I pass. I laugh at myself, telling myself not to be an idiot.

But that doesn’t help. It’s spooky, that’s the truth.

I turn onto the street where the bus stop is supposed to be to find that there is no bus stop. Just another street with closed storefronts and the sound of the city in the background, humming, always humming.

It’s gone midnight now and I’m stranded on the other side of the city, and if I call a freaking cab I can say goodbye to paying my rent.

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