Page 5 of Devious Nightmare

The paint used to be worn by all the members of the band when they performed. Blaze was the only one who chose to adopt their onstage practice in his day to day life. No one ever knew why, but I think it has something to do with the women he killed.

“What’s your name, Little Sire?”

I flinch at his question, and I feel the spark of defiance coursing through my veins. He can’t chase me through the fucking cemetery, and then try to demand information from me. Especially when he ignored all the questions I’ve asked him.

I don’t freaking think so buddy.

“Do not call me that,” I huff, crossing my arms in front of my chest in a failed attempt to shield myself from him. All I actually end up doing is pushing up my tits in the most ridiculous way.

I watch as his hand trails the length of the stained, white t-shirt he’s wearing until he reaches the front of his dark jeans. There’s a clear outline of his dick through the material.

For some reason, I can’t tear my eyes away as he takes hold of his erection and squeezes it. An involuntary gasp escapes me, and I’m so mad at myself.

I’m no virgin and he isn’t even naked. Why am I acting like that is the most crude thing I’ve ever seen.

When I’m finally able to look away from his adjustment or suggestive gesture, I see the faintest hint of a smile on his full lips. He’s enjoying the effect he has on me. This ghost… thing is amused that apparently I’m as horny as a fifteen year old boy about to see his first rack.

His smile grows, and it only increases my ever growing frustration with this entire situation. Yes, I’m aware that I am the one who brought him back, but the plan just seemed so much better in theory.

“What do you want?” There isn’t as much bite behind my words as expected.

“Your name.” Blaze shrugs, as though I’m the one being unreasonable.

“Ripley,” I spit out. “Are you happy now?”

Blaze eyes me but doesn’t reply. He rolls his tongue around in his mouth, and I’m completely transfixed by the movement. “Not yet,” he smiles.

“What more would you want?” The second the question has left my mouth, I regret speaking it out loud. His gaze trails my body, lingering on my breasts and the high slits in the skirt of my dress.

Instead of answering the question, Blaze takes a step toward me. I counter his move with a step away from him. The move causes a spark of excitement in his eyes.

He takes another step forward as he muses, “There are so many things I want from you right now.”

“Oh?”

He laughs, and it’s the most sinister sound I’ve ever heard. “Ask me what they are?” I shake my head, but that doesn’t stop him. He lunges forward, taking hold of me with his gigantic hand wrapped tightly around my throat. “I said, ask me what they are.”

The pressure around my throat makes it hard to swallow as I contemplate his request. While I’d like to keep up the charade of being tough, I’m pretty sure that he won’t let me go until I answer.

I try to clear my throat before asking, “What are they?”

My eyes scan the flaking paint at the corners of his mouth as his smile broadens. His other hand comes to the side of my breast, trailing gentle fingers down my side until he lands at my thigh.

Blaze’s eyes meet mine again. “I want to take this hot, little body for a ride. Hear you scream my name a few dozen times. Feel you cunt try to strangle my cock. That sounds pretty fucking fantastic to me.”

“What else?”

“What do you mean…” He trails off as his attention returns to the bare skin of my thigh.

“You told me to ask what they are,” I bite out. “That means that there must be more than one.

“Smart girl.” He presses soft, teasing kisses from my temple, all the way to the shell of my ear. “I need you to help me find the man who can help me stay.”

“Someone can help you stay?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

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