Page 10 of Beautiful Nightmare

This mysterious man breaks the connection first, stepping back and releasing me from his captivity. My eyes blink as I come out of his spell. Confused, I step back, questioning, “What was that?” Genuinely intrigued, as I have never experienced a spell such as this before.

He tsks me. “If I told you it wouldn’t be fun anymore, would it?” The seductress is right; the unknown is half the allure. Pondering his words, I nod, accepting it for now, and turn away.

A small breeze follows, allowing me to catch her scent once more. Closing my eyes, my body pivots, following it. Before I disappear from the main drag, my head turns, looking back briefly as my eyes open. What a fucking delicious specimen to devour later.

With hurried feet, I continue on my mission, Royce. It pleases me to know anyone capable of sniffing out scents will stay far away from her because I mark what’s mine. But not all will be able to tell, leading us to now, and why I follow.

The crowds thin out the deeper down the sidepath I go. Old witches’ cackling echoes, and the lights dim. Creatures linger in the shadows, only revealing themselves as I pass by.

Why would she come here?

It isn’t long before I catch up. Stopping in my tracks, I am taken aback by the sight before me.

She isn’t alone.

Her long fingers are intertwined withhis.

Her free hand reaches over, holding on to his forearm as her head leans against his bicep.

Histattoos shine, made of silver glimmer, decorating every inch of exposed, nearly see-through, pale skin I can see.

Contrary to popular belief, vampires do not turn to dust under the sun. They shine bright like a million tiny diamonds. Some, like this fucker, get intricate designs done on their skin, making their glimmer more unique. As the dim light catches the artwork, it shines similarly to when they are in the sun.

Wearing blue distressed jeans, sneakers, a tee, and chipped black nail polish, his head turns to look uponher, smiling.

How dare he!

My blood boils. Red fills my vision as I inject himwith poisonous blood, destroying his plasma. Loud, deep screams fill my ears, and his teeth chatter so hard his sharp fangs fracture. The sizzling of skin follows, and the poison burns right through it, making his death a painful one. Lastly, before it’s all over, I command him to take the cross I freshly sharpened and stab it into his heart. He does, ever so obediently.

Rightfully deserved.

Then, one blink is all it takes, and my vision vanishes. Revealing to me that the reality of my situation is still unfortunate.

I wish the blasted curse away from me. My fists clench out of frustration. Returning my focus ahead, I catch a glimpse of Royce’s hair disappearing into a tent.

Curious, indeed.

Standing outside of the slit in the fabric, I peer around, looking for any indication of what tent this could be, with nothing to be found. Fingertips dance against the scratchy fabric before reaching between the slit. Pulling it back, ever so slightly, my eyes peer through the narrow gap I’ve created. The area is empty; only brown earth layers the ground with long, thick ropes hanging from the intricate trapeze system. This tent only has a couple of rows ofbenches and is adequate but incredibly smaller than the other venue for such a performance here.

Faint giggles keep me moving.

The gentle waving of thin fabric intrigues me, guiding me toward it.

Peering through, it’s a small space with a couple mirrors and wooden costume chests. Stepping in, my eyes continue to wander around the tight space until I find her.

Her backside is leaning against a small table with her head thrown back, the ends of her hair falling on top of it while both hands grip the edge.Heis devouring her mouth. His fingers linger up the slit of her cool silk slip dress, brushing against her thigh. Royce doesn’t stop him.

A moan escapes her as his fingers impale her throbbing pussy.

There’s nothing she loves more than an orgasm.

Blood boiling, it takes every inch of willpower I have for me to not interject and kill him now. I’d thrive in a carnival bloodbath. Then my sweet girl’s purple eyes squint, feeling my presence as she peeks over to me. They widen immediately, fear vibrating off her ashecontinues to fingerbang her. Placing my index finger before my lips, I indicate she must keepquiet and turn away. Because I love playing the game, taunting and stalking my prey before we play.

Clasping my hands together as I leave the tent, excitement riddles through me. Satisfaction follows, because it’s my cum inside of her that is coating his fingers, not hers.

Royce may have her fun tonight. But tomorrow, they will both reel from the consequences.

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