Page 12 of Darkest Dawn

My stalker is bound to be watching me from somewhere. Maybe I can entice him to make himself known before my time is up. I only have roughly two hours left if my calculations are correct. But I should take Becca’s advice and loosen up a little. A few songs then I can go hunt him down and win my prize. But as I peer around the room, I realize something I’m now dreading. Becca is right. I have a lot of attention on me and none of it feels right. Their eyes are making me feel like a piece of meat, not an obsession.

I spin in a circle, making it seem like I’m dancing and having a grand old time but all I see is masks, paint and lust drunk eyes trying to undress me. Ugh. Maybe this will be harder than I thought.

Chapter 10

Ciaran

Ifinallyrealizethatmy Little Sunshine must have left her phone at home when her GPS dot hadn’t moved in a while. I decide to just head to the stupid fucking party and really start our little game. After a check of my room to make sure everything is ready for later, I grab my keys, leather jacket, and mask, then head for the door. I place the mask on my face before fully leaving my dorm because I don’t need anyone stopping me or trying to get in my pants before I can get my eyes on my prey for the night. The women at this school have tried just about everything to fuck me but can never succeed because this last year I can only get hard for one person.

After walking the short distance across campus, I’m already spotting a few stumbling drunk college coeds. But when I get to the actual party house, it gets worse. People pour out from inside the house as the music blares across the neighborhood. All the women standing around are either half naked or on their way to being completely nude giggling as they shake their asses. All while the men stand back and watch debating which girl they plan to take home. I realize the inside is also jam packed with bodies making my annoyance flare at knowing this will make it harder to find Dawn. I reach into my pocket to check my phone. The time reads ten thirty meaning my Little Dawn has an hour and half to find me. Not likely but it will be fun when she loses and I get what I want.

I push my way through the crowd, jamming my elbow into a few drunk assholes who just stand in my way. I’m trying to spot my woman in all this chaos when a flash of bright red catches my eye from the middle of the dance floor. I couldn’t tell you why I felt the need to look in that direction but like a bull in the fighting arena, I zeroed in on the flashing color.

I was expecting to see a lot of things. Someone dressed as a clown with a big red nose. Shit, even some nerdy fucker dressed in a superhero costume wearing a red cape. I would even accept someone dressed as a big red fire hydrant. What my eyes found was nothing my brain could comprehend. Dawn stood in the middle of the dance floor dressed in the sexiest little devil costume I’ve ever seen.

If this was what the devil looked like, I would sin so much there would be no place but Hell for me to go.

Dawn is wearing a bright red sheer lace two-piece set. Her plump ass and juicy tits on full display. Red thigh high boots to match. Her lush brown hair is half up, half down. Two little buns hold two little red devil horns up while the rest flows freely down the arch of her back. Her eyes are framed with red and orange colors with a cherry red lip to top it all off. She even holds a red and black pitchfork in one hand, while sipping from a plastic solo cup in the other. The woman is pure sin and I’m over here acting like a dog drooling over a bone just watching her.

I watch for a second mesmerized by the perfect woman dancing so careful across the room. The way she sways her hips to the music, completely lost in the feeling of the bass vibrating off the walls. My dick is rock hard, trying his hardest to break free of its confines.

Someone suddenly bumps into me from behind making me break eye contract as I swing around to berate the fucker. I look down, spotting a fairy with wings. When I look past the heavy makeup and perfume assaulting my nose, I realize just who bumped into me. Sarah. She stares up into my dark eyes, hers shifting across my skeleton mask. “Do I know you?” She asks, her voice coming out low and husky.

“No.” I say before attempting to dismiss her. I go to turn around wanting to continue watching my woman when Sarah places her hand on my arm stopping my movement. I turn back to the bitch and glare. Not that she realizes it. She is too busy looking me up and down before biting her lip and puffing out her chest as if that would get my attention.

“Well, we can get to know each other.” Sarah states as she looks up at me and bats her fake as fuck lashes. I hate fake bitches. But I hate fake bitches who fuck with my woman more.

“I wouldn’t touch the school’s whore with a ten-foot pole.” Finally dismissing her by turning and walking away. I heard her let out a high-pitched shriek, followed by a few other chuckles behind me but the sound soon gets swallowed whole by the music again. I head to the kitchen for a drink this time. Thinking it will help me blend in while I watch my prey for a while. I grab a beer from the fridge and head over to the side wall to wait.

Within the first few minutes of watching Dawn, I realize I wasn’t the only one. Almost every fucker in this house was. A few have attempted to approach her over the last two hours but she just dismissed them as she continued to tease me without knowing.

I also thought she forgot about our little game for a while until I watched her more closely. Every few beats she spins in a circle, trying to observe the room around her. But I know she has no idea what she is actually looking for. Everyone around me is wearing a mask like me so I blend into the crowd as if I were an old drunk party person.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, so pulling it out I check to see who is bothering me. Father flashes across the brightly lit screen making annoyance flare before I can tamp it down. I swipe the message away not wanting to deal with his bullshit at the moment when I have bigger and better things to play with. I check the time to see how much longer until I can scoop up my woman and get the real party started. 11:55 PM. Perfect timing.

Focusing my eyes back up to the dance floor, I notice a lack of bright red fabric covering creamy skin. I dart my eyes around trying to find Dawn when I see a small flash of red heading down a side hall from my peripheral. I turn to follow when a hand on my arm stops me. I glance back to find Sarah, a sugary sweet smile plastered on her face. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Let me make it up to you.” This bitch never gives up. Ripping my arm away from her talons I go to find my prey. It should be just about time to scoop up my little prey anyways.

Heading down the hall I saw a glimpse of red go down, but only see other partiers. Heading deeper down the overcrowded space I hear raised voices coming from one room. Approaching the door, I listen to the commotion for a second before I hear, “I have nothing to say to you.” Dawn.

Quietly I slowly crack open the door to hear better. My woman is in here, and I need to know why and with whom. A deep voice speaks next. “Dawn, baby. Let me explain what happened.” Garrett.

“Garrett, I don’t want to listen to your excuses about how you tripped while getting out of the shower and happened to fall right into Sarah’s wide-open legs.” From my position I see my girl cross her arms over her chest and glare. The action only makes her tits look that much more perky.

“It wasn’t like that. Dawn, you never wanted sex. A man like me has needs. I needed someone who could keep up with me, who could help me burn off all the extra energy I would have after practice. I still wanted you.” I hear her scoff at his poor excuses that only make him more of a douche. He had the perfect woman in his grasp but lost her because he wanted to get his dick extra wet. Pathetic.

“I have nothing to say to you. I came to find a bathroom. Now get out of my way, I'm looking for someone.” I watch as Dawn goes to take a step around Garrett who seems to be blocking her exit. He grabs her arm, jerking her to a stop. This should be fun.

“Who the fuck are you looking for?” He sneers as I open the door a bit wider before stepping in.

“She said she had nothing to say to you. Now I think you better let her go.” Dawn’s eyes grow as wide as saucers as she takes me in. While Garrett turns to glare up at me. The asshole is dressed in a Superman costume making him look absolutely ridiculous right now. I can’t even take him seriously dressed like this.

“You.” The soft whisper makes me and douche turn towards the sexy little devil in the room. She stares up at me in surprise as if she finally put the pieces together.

“Me.” I respond. I turn back to Garrett when I notice he still hasn’t removed his hand from Dawn’s arm.

“Look, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but this is my house. This is between me and Dawn and doesn’t concern you. So, I think it’s best you leave fucker.” Garrett puffs up his chest as if to intimidate me but I smile wickedly. Not that he can see with my skeleton mask on but he would be shitting himself if he saw.

I pull out my phone not caring that Garrett is still glaring in my direction. 12:03PM. I turn towards Dawn, tilting my head in her direction next. “Little Sunshine, you lost the game. You know what that means.” I watch her whole body do a small shudder but I don’t think it’s in fear. No, I watch as her eyes fill with lust and a smirk lifts her lips. “I think Garrett, here, needs a lesson in not touching what doesn’t belong to him.”

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