Page 20 of Vexed
I whip around and there he is, larger than ever, dressed in all black with a sly grin playing on his lips. “What the hell are you doing here?” I whisper shout as I look around to ensure no one is near.
“What? I’m not allowed to shop for Halloween?” He says, sliding his hands in his pockets.
“Youenjoy Halloween?“ I ask amused, raising an eyebrow.
He takes a step closer and leans next to my ear, “I’m the king of Halloween, darling.” He growls leaving trails of goosebumps across my skin.
“Oh, who’s this?” Hannah suddenly asks with a soft voice from behind me. I quickly step away from Vex and face her, and I don’t miss the way she gawks over him. She can see him? How the hell am I supposed to explain this? But before I can come up with something, Vex beats me to it.
“Childhood friends,” he says, flashing her a smile and showing off those sharp canines.
“Oh, so are we,” she exclaims, pointing between her and me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Hannah.” She says with a wide smile, extending her hand towards him.
“Vex. The pleasure is all mine.” He answers, softly taking her hand and shaking it.
Did they forget I’m still standing right here? The whole interaction made me so uncomfortable. Not because my best friend is gawking over Vex, but because of who—or should I say, what he is.
I don’t want her near him. If he can fuck with my mind, what the hell would he be able to do to her? She’s way too gullible and a softy for how darkheis.
Breaking the silence, I clear my throat and face him again. “So, you have a costume, do you?” He gives me a confused look as I plead with my eyes for him to just say his goodbyes and leave.
“Actually, no,” he says and I inwardly groan. Can’t he just get the message and fuck off?Leave. Now.
A smile curls at the edges of his mouth but he dismissed me. “I’m not sure what to go as. Any suggestions?” He asks, directing his attention to Hannah.
How about the invisible man, then I don’t have to fucking see you.I think to myself and it’s clear he caught that by the way he wipes his mouth trying to cover the smile on his face.
“How about…something dark and mysterious. Like a devil, or a masked serial killer. Oh, I know.The Grim Reaper.“ My eyes widen at her words and I snap my head toward him, eyeing his reaction, but he just smiles.
“The Grim Reaper, you say? That might actually be perfect, thank you, Hannah.” She smiles before the lady at the front desk calls her over and she gives a little wave before walking away.
“Okay, you can leave now. We have a lot to do and I really don’t want to see your smug face any longer than I have to.” I sneer.
“Ah yes, the carnival.” He says, his voice a little harder than it was earlier.
“How do you know…”
“I know everything, darling.” He interrupts, his cold silver eyes piercing through me. He reaches out his hand and twirl his finger around the loose strand of hair before tucking it behind my ear.
My entire body sets on fire as his hand brushes against my cheek before he leans down and whispers, “I’ll see you tonight.”
I stand frozen as I watch him leave before blowing out a breath. Goddammit. Why? Why me? That’s the question I’ve been asking my entire life. Why is it always have to be me that goes through shit like this? Just when I thought that for one night, I could try and be normal for once.
To just enjoy the night with my best friend, but no. The man without a soul just has to come and fucking haunt me in everything I do. Lucky me.
“I look like a slut.” I groan, observing myself in the mirror dressed in my costume. Hannah had this great idea—by great I mean terrible idea, that we should go as angels. Not the holy kind, obviously.
I’m wearing white knee-length socks with a tight and very short white dress. And by short I mean half of my ass is hanging out, along with silver wings and a silver halo crown on my head.
“Shut up, you look hot.” She states. She’s wearing the same as me, but she looks so much better in it than I do. She’s so confident in her body. She’s gorgeous.
She curled my hair and put it half up with some loose strands falling around my face. I’m not a fan when it comes to too much make up so I only did something light but presentable.
After checking ourselves in the mirror for the last time, Hannah shrieks and grabs my hand, pulling me out the door.
Entering a carnival was like a sensory overload. The rides were lit up, reminding me of Christmas decorations. There was the different music coming from the various rides, a mix of foxtrot and the familiar melody of the carousel.
The game booths practically called to us, with those gigantic stuffed animals you wished you could win. And the smells of the delicious fare wafting through the air, prompting my stomach to rumble with hunger.
