Page 5 of Bewitched (Hexes and Fangs: Holiday Editions #1)

T he lights begin to flicker. With a resounding thud, one jar of candy corn shatters on the wooden floor.

I snatch his hand, leading him towards the second room.

As we step into the dim hallway, the lights turn off, plunging the entire shop into darkness.

The door slams shut with a deafening bang, its sound making my skin tingle. A slow, deliberate knock.

One.

Two.

Three.

Each thud rattles through my chest. The round, golden handle quivers, not turning—just trembling. Someone on the other side is debating. This darkness is thick, swallowing every shape, every outline. The world around me shrinks to the sound of my own breath, the knocks. My pulse hammers in my ear.

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 fast movement 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.