Page 5 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Today I met my future husband—the love of my life—Acid Green! He kissed me! Give me all the Green, gorgeous, and ghoulie.

XOXO – Roxy

Roxy was in complete shock at what had just happened. The spark from that kiss had set her on fire and her heart was pounding against her ribcage so hard she thought she was having a heart attack. Visions of lace and gold wedding bands flashed in her mind as her fingers lingered over her lips which were still warm from his touch. She had no idea why, but in a room full of fans, he chose her.

When he disappeared into the crowd, she knew she couldn’t let him get away that easily. Not after that kiss.

In a sprint, she ran out of the convention hall and into the hallway, catching sight of Acid heading toward the elevator. The studded knee-high heeled boots were perfect for her costume ensemble, though not the best for running after her crush. Roxy slid across the shiny tile floor, her momentum launching her right into the arms of her mean-and-green bad boy who smelled of citrus and a zesty spiced cologne right before the elevator doors slid shut. One long black curl fell in her face from her fresh dye job, and she blew a puff of hair to get it out of her sight.

“Whoa, baby girl. Careful there. Don’t damage the merchandise,” he chuckled, helping her stand upright before adjusting his half-buttoned dress shirt. “Aren’t you an eager one?”

Her heart pounded as she bit her lip, catching a glimpse of his hard chest peeking out from underneath the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt that was slightly unbuttoned at the top. She was a complete mess in his presence, finally getting a good look at how much more handsome he was in person. Sure, the green skin wasn’t exactly normal, but damn if he didn’t pull it off. The tattoos of staples, stitches, and scars alone were sending her hormones into overdrive.

The way she looked at him felt like an unspoken invitation for the monster topull her closer, giving him a good look at his punk princess. He assumed this cat-and-mouse chase was a wide open invitation to have a little fun with her later that night if he played his cards right. Or at least that’s how his ego saw it.

He wasn’t wrong though. He could have had her on her knees right in the elevator if he wanted and she’d be glad to oblige.

As she pulled away and backed against the wall to catch her breath, a flirty smile tugged at her lips as he rested his hand just beside her head, trapping her with a teasing smirk. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in my elevator?”

Roxy’s breathing hitched as she scrambled to remember her plan. What was it anyway? Oh right. Kidnapping. But now wasn’t the right time. Not when his gaze was raking down her body, sending shivers straight to her core. “I… um… I was the girl you were dancing with.”

“Uh-huh. I’m aware.” He grinned, his fingers playing with the thin suspenders over her shoulder that were attached to her A-line skirt. “Nice costume. The undead bride from my last movie. I like it. Of course, you’re a lot sexier than that actress. If I’d had you as my leading lady, those spicy scenes would’ve been a lot more… realistic.”

To Roxy’s dismay, all she could do was giggle nervously, like a silly schoolgirl. What was going on with her? She wasn’t usually like this. When she finally worked up the nerve to speak, she blurted out, “I’m your biggest fan!”

Ugh. That was embarrassing. Even she knew it, and quickly looked away, scolding herself about how immature that was.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl.” His eyes lingered on her cleavage, sending a hot flush across her skin. “I’m starting to become a fan myself.”

The soft ding of the elevator announced their arrival at the garage, and the doors slid open letting a breeze swoop in that cooled her heated cheeks. As they stepped out, she wasn’t sure why she was following him now. He must have thought she was a crazed fan girl—which she was—but she didn’t need to prove it.

The sound of in-time footsteps echoing off the concrete walls, let him know she was still in tow, so why not take full advantage while he could? Once taking her hand, Acid pulled her along to his sleek, neon green sports car. She barely had a moment to take it all in before he pressed her against the car with a seductive growl.

Damn, this sexy man and the way he dominated her so easily. It was sending her into a tailspin of lusty thoughts. He had her in his spell and she was too starstruck to protest. If he wanted her right against that car she’d let him.

The cool metal, much like the undead skin that was radiating a chill from his body, made her shiver as her hands instinctively rested on his chest. The coldness that lay under her fingertips should have been a sign he was different from other men. It also should have been an eye-opener that her fascination with him was bordering on necrophilia. But he was a living breathing soul, so she shoved those thoughts far within the recesses of her toxic mind and forgot them completely. He was no different than her mom or Hank, so what did she care?

The facts were, he was alive no matter how it was that made it possible. She knew the science, so the lingering morality of it didn’t seem important. At least she’d tell herself.

Taking her hand, Acid brought it to his lips and kissed each knuckle with a seductive tease, his touch unexpectedly soft for such a creature of his caliber, proving he was all man. A beautifully crafted man, live and in the flesh.

Her eyes lingered on the faint pinkish tone of his lips that showed a hint of his lingering yet haunting humanity. The one thing she knew about him was the greener hues of his flesh weren’t just part of his natural anatomy. The radiation he was subjected to during his animation gave him strength far outweighing any other Frankie she knew of. She should have been afraid under the command of his touch. Yet she was fascinated by seeing the science she shared with her father had worked, up close and personal.

Acid was unique in every way, a one-of-a-kind undead monster.

The coy grin on his lips said he was a dangerous toy to play with, but damn if she didn’t want it anyway. The look in his yellowish eyes made her weak, and she leaned in, taking everything he offered.

“What’s your name, sweet thing?”

“Roxy,” she breathed, playfully biting her lip.

“Roxy.” Her name rolled over his lips as smooth as wine. “I like that. Listen, I’ve got some personal matters to attend to right now, but why don’t you give me another dance at the Bone Rattlin’ Ball tonight? Maybe we could slip away to be alone after a few drinks.”

Her excitement fizzled out when the realization hit that she didn’t have access to such a swanky party. She was lucky to afford the convention tickets. “That’s just for VIP and elite guests at the convention. I don’t have a pass.”

“Tell them at the door you’re Acid’s dancing queen from the performance today. They’ll let you right in, thinking you’re my special guest. I’ll give them a heads up.” After a tip of his finger under her chin with a wink, his eyes flicked over her shoulder at a car approaching in the distance. His expression changed instantly, the playful spark in his eyes replaced by utter disgust. “Gotta roll, dollface. See you tonight. Wear something pretty for me.”

Roxy stepped back as Acid slid into the driver’s seat and hit the gas, the squealing of tires echoing through the parking garage. She watched him speed away, noticing the car that followed close behind.

Being a bit of a troublemaker herself, it was obvious that the monster had gotten himself into a pickle. It’s why she liked him in the first place. According to paparazzi reports, he was always getting into some sort of trouble, but nothing she hadn’t seen dealing with her mother’s bedmates over the years. Trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went anyway, and Roxy was usually right in the depths of it. She hated to admit she and her mother did have a common love for bad boys, a trait she wasn’t soon to fix.

Whatever mess he was in, it seemed she wasn’t the only one trying to get her hands on the handsome fiend. Too bad for those men because she was far more cunning than they ever dreamed. She’d have him in her claws in no time.

“Seems I have a little competition, huh Acid? I love a challenge. This is going to be fun.”