F is for Fudge

Contessa and Arthur are back. You know, I’m fart writing this as I go guys. Maybe I’m onto something here. Novella. A series, perhaps?

I pulled back from Arthur, panting, looking into his eyes again. They no longer glowed red, but yellow.

“What?” he asked.

“Your eyes,” I said. “They’re yellow.”

Brown flecks danced in them and his pupils twinkled. “Of course. I’m full and content to be with my girl.”

The comment chilled and warmed at the same time. I’ve kissed a vampire who ate my friends. Or, rather helped to eat my friends. Something must be wrong with me. But the vampire is Arthur, my boyfriend from way back when. This all made my head swirl. Where’s the chocolate?

His hands found mine, wringing in my lap. “I need to get you out of here.”

I yanked one of my hands away from him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Where are you taking me? To some tomb?” I asked. Tears found their way back into my eyes.

“Nah. To my suite in the city.” He stood, tugging at my other hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

I looked up, smearing snot and tears around my face. “You’ve got a suite. How can you afford something like that?” Two years ago he fixed computers for a living right out of high school with no plans to go to college.

“Don’t worry about that now. We’ll have plenty of time to talk later,” he said. He pulled me to my feet and before I could breathe or snot anymore he scooped me up into his arms.

His arms were firm and his chest rippled against me. I don’t remember his body being like this. Two years ago, he was the skinny, dorky kid. He didn’t play football and others cheated from his tests. He had brain power, not body. A flash of electricity ran through me. My dead friends forgotten. Wonder what he looks like naked? I thought, fanning myself. The dank, chilly place was getting hot.

I stayed silent while he walked us forward. Door hinges creaked and light breeze wisped against my face. It felt good.

The moon greeted us, looking full and gold. Bright stars speckled the dark velvet sky. Evergreen and fir scented the air around us. I breathed it all in and looked up at the vampire. He looked like Arthur, but different.

Moon light danced against his blond, shoulder length hair. The old Arthur wore a fade, what they call a high and tight, shaved to the skin and finger length on top. His cheeks and jaw line were more prominent than I remembered. Only one word could describe him on the outside. Beautiful. His vampire life changed him from lanky-geek-boy to a hot-vampire-stud. Hot flashes zipped through me again.

He looked down at me and smiled. Fangs revealed, but not fierce ones. They didn’t appear hungry. “I hope my appearance doesn’t frighten you,” he said.

I rested my head against his chest. “No. It doesn’t but you’re not off the hook for eating my friends. There could’ve been another way to entice me to you. Like a fudge trail or something.” Some sticky fudge would be good now. Better than Dove Chocolate.  I imagined it in my mouth, gooing into my teeth, saliva surrounding it. Pure Yoga for the mouth and mind. There’s no way one can rush through a piece of that confection. A true stress reliever.

A hummer came into plain sight. It beeped a couple times and the headlights blinked twice.

“Anyway. Who made you into a vampire?” I asked.

“An old high school cheerleader,” he said.

I pulled my head away from the safety of his chest. “Which cheer leader?”

His big-bad-vampire-exterior melted, and he swallowed a lump before he said, “Shelby Moore.”

I threw a fist into his chest. “What were you doing with that ho?”

To be continued….