Page 4 of Scaredy Cat

Zach

I watched her leave, my eyes tracing every curve of her body. The way her hips swayed as she walked away, the gentle bounce of her hair - it was fucking mesmerizing. My throat went dry, and I couldn't shake the heat from where my hand had touched her thigh.

Her scent still hung in the air, a mix of vanilla and clove and something uniquely her. I closed my eyes, savoring it, committing it to memory. The sound of her nervous laughter echoed in my mind, and I found myself grinning at the thought of how adorable she looked when flustered.

Replaying our conversation in my head, I focused on the way my name sounded on her lips.

There was something about the way she said it, a hint of breathlessness that sent blood straight to my cock.

And those lips - so soft, so inviting. I couldn't stop thinking about how they'd feel against my skin.

The phone in my pocket buzzed, snapping me out of my reverie. I glanced down, seeing Stacey's name flash across the screen. A message popped up:

Matt? Are you sure I'm supposed to meet you at the woods?

My grin widened. Everything was falling into place.

I quickly typed back a simple "yes" in response.

Another message came through almost immediately.

I thought the way you were ignoring me earlier meant you weren't into it. I know it was a weird ask and we haven't been dating very long. We don't need to do this unless you're sure.

I chuckled softly to myself. If only she knew what was really going on.

I didn't respond, letting her fret about our encounter.

My mind drifted back to the way she looked in that cat costume.

Something so childish looked so decadent on her that it should have been a sin.

In fact, from where I came from I'm sure that it was.

I sighed as I stood up, leaving some cash on the bar for our drinks. As I walked out of the bar, I couldn't help how exhilarated I felt this Halloween. Tonight was going to be unforgettable. And that kitty. That pussy. Was finally about to be mine.

There were pumpkins lining the streets, casting a warm glow on the pavement.

My pulse quickened as I rounded the corner, eager to see my ride.

There it was, gleaming under the soft light of a vintage-looking streetlamp—my black 1955 Mercedes GullWing 300SL.

A handful of people stood nearby, their eyes wide, mouths agape, like kids in a candy store.

The fuckers were practically drooling and I couldn't help but smirk at the sight.

“Damn, man, look at that!” one guy exclaimed, nudging his buddy.

“Is that even real?” the other replied, leaning closer, eyes scanning the curves of the car.

I checked my watch. 6:19 P.M. Cutting it close, but I still had several hours before midnight.

I took a moment to soak it all in, the attention, the envy. Maybe I should've gone with something a little more under the radar, but I literally sold my soul for luxuries like this. No point in holding back now.

I approached the car, feeling the cool metal beneath my fingertips. The door opened upwards, a sleek arc toward the sky. The onlookers gasped, and I couldn't stop a laugh as I slid into the driver’s seat, the leather hugging me like an old friend.

“Holy shit, you own this?” one of the guys asked, stepping closer, clearly impressed.

“Yeah, it’s mine,” I said, a grin stretching across my face. I cranked the ignition, the engine roared to life, echoing through the quiet street.

“Man, I’ve never seen one up close,” the guy continued, eyes wide with awe.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Just a little something I picked up.”

I checked my watch, a sleek black Rolex that matched the car’s glossy exterior.

Time slipped through my fingers on these special Halloween nights, but I had to make sure every second counted.

Another expensive purchase for today, but it felt good on my wrist, the weight reminding me of all the pain and suffering that got me here.

I glanced into the back seat, heart racing a little. The costume I had picked up earlier lay there, neatly folded beside my Spirit Halloween bag. My dick twitched as I spotted the mask perched on top. It stared back at me, a simple skull mask but in red. A classic, just like her outfit.

Perfect for the night ahead.

I revved the engine again, the roar vibrating through my bones.

A quick glance around revealed a few lingering admirers, which I have to say did wonders for my ego.

I shifted into gear and tore down the street, and the world blurred by as I accelerated, the thrill of speed coursing through me.

I have to admit, driving was my favorite part of this future I could have missed out on.

My soul was taken in 1798 so I had acclimated to multiple changes in that timeframe.

The drugs, music and sex got better over time, though.

As I turned onto the winding road leading to the woods, the trees closed in around me, shadows dancing in the headlights.

Tonight, everything felt right. I could already picture Stacey’s face when she saw me in the costume, the playful banter that would follow.

The moans. The shock when she realized she'd been completely and thoroughly taken advantage of.

I looked in the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of the mask.

It seemed to grin back at me, almost as if it understood all my fucked up plans.

“Just a little more fun, just a little longer,” I muttered to myself, the words barely escaping my lips.

I pressed the gas pedal harder, the engine growling beneath me.

The trees blurred into streaks of brown and orange as I drove, but my thoughts lingered on Stacey.

Every year, I played this game—dancing through this special annual affair, searching for a soul so perfectly made for my taking.

The soul that would bind to mine and allow me to stay here and enjoy these mortal spoils.

Halloween had become my one chance to walk amongst the living, a single day where I could feel human again.

I knew that if I could figure out how to stay, even for just one lifetime it would piss the devil off that his contracted demon had found a loophole.

I'd give up most of my powers, but after all these years I still hadn't found anyone worth the trade.

Until now.

Stacey could feel it, too. I know she could.

She had this way of looking at me, like I mattered, and that was rare.

I’d watched her with cautious hope, waiting for the moment I could let my guard down.

It took every ounce of patience to keep from rushing in and just tossing her in my trunk when I felt her skin through those stockings.

I navigated the twists of the road, realizing I was almost where I needed to be. The memories of her playful teasing took over my thoughts. I had actually found her last year, with only an hour to spare before my time amongst the living was up. But I had smelled her and I knew.

I knew I had finally found one. A real one.

“Are you sure you’re not secretly a superhero?” she had asked, that sexy grin lighting up her eyes. She was busy looking at the car I chose to drive around last year. A black 2015 SLS AMG. Always black. A hard color to let go of when you've spent over 200 years in the shadows of hell.

“Maybe I am,” I’d shot back, my heart racing. “Or maybe I just drive cool cars to impress pretty things like you.”

She had blushed and hugged her arms around her midsection to shield herself from the night air as she waited outside the café for her friends to join her.

The three of them were dressed like the Sanderson sisters from Hocus Pocus and their wigs were impressive to say the least. She kept glancing back toward the cafe windows, willing her friends to come out.

"Is it working?" I asked when she didn't respond.

"Is what working?"

"Are you impressed?" I laughed and leaned against the hood of the car, crossing my arms over my chest.

She tossed her blonde plastic locks over her shoulder and stood straighter.

"I'd be more impressed if you showed me you knew how to drive it."

"Would you like to go for a ride?" My tone suggested more than just driving around for a few blocks.

Her mouth opened to respond as her friends finally stepped out behind her. The tension was palpable but the moment was gone as quickly as it came. I gave her a wink and got into the car without another word and watched her walk off down the street with her friends.

And now, a year later, I was right where I wanted to be.

I'd upgraded and found an extremely handsome young man with a chiseled body, a splattering of tattoos and dark hair.

He had my eyes, though. The one thing that I had any control over when it comes to this sort of thing.

I have to say, the pierced dick was definitely something I wasn't prepared for, but I could get used to it.

The man had no living family or kin, a loner. He'd been in a motorcycle accident and declared brain dead. Those are the easy contracts, they don't know how to do much of anything so getting them to agree to take their soul is a piece of cake.

Ohhh, cake. I forgot about cake. I hadn't eaten any this year and needed to make a note to do so.

I had never believed I'd get this moment after all these years of searching. Pure-blooded witches were almost eradicated after that terrible little shitshow in Salem some years back.

The weight of the red skull mask in the back seat felt heavier now. I hadn't thought of anything else besides this girl for the last 365 days. Stacey had opened a door I thought was forever locked, and I longed to step through it, to be real, to be alive. Officially.

As I approached the woods, my heart thudded in my chest.

My borrowed human heart.

What if tonight changed everything?

What if I could finally be human, if only for one lifetime?

What if…

I tightened my grip on the wheel.