Page 8 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

Nothing good ever lasts. when it goes away… plan B.

XOXO-Roxy

Acid waited for Roxy to fall asleep with his arms resting behind his head. He’d made a grave mistake and made love. He didn’t do that. Ever.

When he looked to see if she was sleeping, the moonlight had filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her tangled hair and smeared makeup. She was just as lovely as she was in his arms on the dance floor. Even on their first meeting, he saw it. She was the perfect bride for a Frankie monster like him. It was odd that having a mate was something his kind longed for, especially when he tried so hard to avoid it like the plague.

Regardless, this punk princess left a mark on him, literally and physically. Those damn clawed nails she was sporting surely left a few scratches down his back that he’d feel come morning. When he looked her over, he smiled. Left in the aftermath of lust, she was still undeniably beautiful, and the soft breathing was juxtaposed with the night of unbridled passion they shared.

He even thought of breaking his rule of not fussing over a woman. The urge to stay through the night was short-lived because that wasn’t his way. Fuck-um-and-forget-um was how he kept his playboy life on track. Never commit, no matter how much of a stunner she was.

Commitments weren’t his thing, and the longer he stayed, the harder it would be to keep his distance. Something about this girl was making his head spin and he needed to get out far and fast before he did something stupid like falling head over heels for her. She already reminded him of that damn photograph in the lab. He wasn’t looking for any strings to tie him down, so as tempting as it was to stay wrapped up in the warmth of her, he knew it was time to leave.

Carefully, Acid slipped out of bed, pulling his pants on in the darkness. His dress shoes were by the door, and with one last glance back at Roxy, he went to slip out of the hotel room like he’d done too many times before.

Just as he pulled them on, he stumbled and knocked a notebook from the desk nearby. One quick look at it made him chuckle softly to himself. “You little, minx. You were going to kidnap me. How cute.”

As she stirred, he quietly placed it back on the desk and went for his shirt before tiptoeing to the door.

He kept saying to himself it was better this way. He knew better. She’d done something to his heart he knew he’d never recover from. It hurt more than losing his brother. Or better yet, maybe she filled that empty hole in his scarred heart, and he wasn’t willing to admit it. Even knowing she was going to kidnap him, he still found it incredibly alluring. He did love a bad girl, after all.

As the hotel door clicked shut behind him, he was already convincing himself that this was the right thing to do. She’d be fine. She’d move on, and so would he.

Yeah right. Who was he fooling?

He was already wishing he’d snatched the spare key to get back in. No one had kept up with his sexual prowess the way Roxy did, and damn if his cock wasn’t caught in her sensual trap, hook line, and sinker. He felt like it was pulling him back at that very moment, just at another chance to bury himself inside her once more.

“Damn Acid, what the fuck are you thinking? She’s just a girl. And apparently, a crazy one. But you do like a little crazy, don’t you? No. Get it out of your head. Tomorrow, we’ll find another horror groupie and forget all about the best sex of your undead life… I hope.”

Roxy awoke the next morning to find an empty pillow by her side. It didn’t take long for her to realize Acid was gone as she slapped the covers.

“That bastard!”

Sitting up so abruptly, she felt everything they had done the night before from her sore muscles to her empty arms. The chill hit her as the covers fell from her body and the room’s air turned on. As she pulled the sheets back up, she was fuming. She should have known he wasn’t going to stay, but that night was special, even if he hadn’t seen it. They had a connection… Didn’t they?

It wasn’t the soreness of her used body that bothered her. It was the nerve of that asshole to slip out like she was some disposable one-night fling, a fuck toy for his entertainment. He’d promised she’d be his with whispers of sweet nothings through the night. To the grave and back. That’s what he said just before she dozed off. When it went from hardcore fucking to sensual lovemaking, he made her think she was special. Now look at what he’d done.

“You lying son of a bitch!” she screamed.

She threw the covers back and stalked across the room, each step panting like a rabid dog. When she glanced at her reflection in the mirror the marks left from the kinks they’d shared were a bitter reminder of the fun had, but also the disrespect. He hadn’t even said goodbye. No note, no cheeky message scrawled from her cheap dollar lipstick on the mirror. Nada.

It was then the sounds of her favorite tune hummed in her head, soothing the rage. A slow eerie smile curled her lips as the dark image of his de-animation would be slow and torturous. But then… it stopped, making her all the more irritated.

Her own mind was telling her not to make any rash decisions. She had come to this convention for a reason, to make him hers. She wasn’t going to let a one-night fling screw that up. She needed this more than just for the amazing sex. She was going to make herself one big happy family if it killed her, and if anyone stepped in the way she’d gladly go down all guns blazing.

Roxy began to pace the room, her mind racing with ideas as she bit at a hangnail. If Acid thought he was just going to walk away from this unscathed, he had another thing coming. She wasn’t some helpless damsel in distress. No, she was Roxy Malone, the woman whose science gave him life. She owned him. She was going to hunt him down, even if she had to drag his muscled green ass back to her house kicking and screaming.

She grabbed her notebook from the desk and started scribbling down a plan. He was still at the convention, probably lurking somewhere in all his Frankenstein monster glory. It would take some finesse to corner him and avoid security. When she did, she’d make sure he knew that sneaking out on her had been a mistake. A very big mistake.

A wicked smile spread across her face, and she was ready for the next step. Kidnapping with a side of revenge.