Page 15 of Necking with a Vampire
“The lighting does nothing for my complexion,” Draven said.
In the brief moment of the door opening and closing, Draven didn’t have a reflection. Peter normally would brush it off as a funhouse mirror or distortion effect. Instead, it only added to the long list of unsettling things he’d been trying to ignore.
Peter stepped into one of the stalls and stripped off his boxers. Screw cleaning up. He stuffed them into a pocket and declared it good enough.
This was why he avoided the creepy forest. Weird shit like this happened.
The only thing that made him pause was his own reflection. Peter touched one of the dark bruises on his neck and hissed. Shit it was tender. How hard had Draven sucked?
Peter exited the washroom, keeping a weary eye on the mirrors. But Draven was a small distance away. Some guy in a werewolf costume had backed him up against the wall.
A very, very realistic looking werewolf! How did he get the mouth and eyes moving so naturally? Movie make-up and prosthetics had come a long way.
At first, it looked like Draven needed saving. The monster was huge.
But then Peter heard the werewolf whine, “What makes this one special?”
Draven wasn’t cornered. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and teeth bared. Not as a smile - as a threat.
“He’s mine. There will be no sharing tonight.”
The werewolf growled deep in his chest. “You have no idea how good he smells. He belongs with us.” The werewolf licked his lips. Wow, that was some extra realistic effects. “He should be ours.”
“No!”
Peter shivered at the hair raising growl. Draven had never looked so frightening.
The werewolf agreed. His ears went back and his tail curled inward.
“I said he’smine. Now stop sniffing around what doesn’t belong to you and go find your own meal. You’ve got plenty of time before midnight.”
The werewolf bared his fangs, looked about to argue further, but slunk off after a quick glance in Peter’s direction.
“Um, everything alright?”
Draven straightened and cleared his throat. The smile he sent Peter was thin and forced.
“That was quick. We should head back before any other mutts get the wrong idea.”
“Actually, I think I’m going to call it for the night.”
He couldn't believe he was saying it, but the werewolf was the last straw. Weird shit was happening and Peter needed to get out before it got weirder.
That werewolf had looked too real. And talking about sharing Peter? No thank you.
“That-” Draven paused, taken aback. “You’re sure? Areyoualright?”
No, Peter was on the verge of freaking out, actually.
“You stay and have fun,” Peter said, trying to be chipper and not show how unsettled he was. “I’m sure you’ll find someone to share.”
“But you-” Draven looked ready to argue and Peter braced himself. But then the frightening and cold vampire disappeared and was replaced with the man Peter had come to know. “If you’re sure. I’ll escort you, it’s the least I can do.”
“I can make it home on my own.”
“I insist.”
Draven hooked an arm around Peter’s waist and led them through the crowd.
