Prologue
My raven calls overhead, anxious for me, yet thirsty all the same. She is no ordinary raven, but in time you will find out how she came to be. My body tingles as I wait in the shadows for the man who calls himself human; though humans are the cruellest among us. I’m exhilarated as always by the power of death at my fingertips and the malevolent, sadistic thoughts of his painful demise throbbing and pulsing in my mind. For this man knows I’m coming for him. He has looked over his shoulder at every turn. I’ve tormented and tortured his mind for years, now I’m bored of this game and he'll finally pay for what he did.
He doesn't know that on this night of All Hallows Eve, I'll finally come for him, and another red rose will be added to my skin.
Maybe in a different life at a different time this could have been an epic love story, but in this lifetime it’s more a twisted messed up journey. Whether in the end you could call it love that found me is up to you, but really that word holds no value to me now. The humans who spout about love never really know the true meaning. Those who had claimed to love me in what feels like a different life, one I was stripped from years ago, never came for me, never came to save me. They left me to rot, to be changed and moulded into the woman I am now, the woman I was born to be.
Some of us must walk through Hell and lay down upon its table, to be pulled apart and be reborn, to make it out the other side. Those who fail to get off Hell’s table will stay and dwindle into the abyss. I got back up. After my life and soul were tortured, torn, and shredded, I fixed myself in a different way. I pulled together the fragments that remained, the few remnants of who I was before I'd laid down, and the gaping holes that were left, filled in with darkness.
Hearing voices leave the club I’m hiding behind, I pull my attention back from the walk down memory lane. I look up towards my raven as she lets out a loud tok tok indicating it’s the man I’ve been waiting for. Excitement buzzes in my bones as I take a stealthy step closer, ready to lure him into the dark. Waving my hand over my face causes my half skull mask to slide into place as I take another step closer. A powerful presence behind me stops me in my tracks, a honed hard body presses flush against my back as his hot breath tickles my earlobe, and heat mixes with the excitement of the kill.
“Hello, my little witch...”
Chapter One
“I love you!” I squeak, jumping up and down, like a little girl at Christmas. Chad is still holding the necklace box, thank God because I'd have dropped it with my silly antics. I leap at him, somehow he manages to catch me and also keep a hold of the box. Laughing along with me, he then kisses me, cutting off my excited giggles.
I run my hands through his short, dirty blonde hair, his lips part and slides his tongue into my mouth kissing me deep and passionately. I wrap my legs around him, locking them there, and pull back to look at him. Crystal blue eyes that shine with love and care, stare right back at me, making my heart beat a little faster and butterflies flutter in my belly.
He puts the box down on the table and carries me over to our corner leather sofa. Sitting down with me so I can straddle his lap, running my hands through his hair, I kiss him deeper. He pulls my long red hair free of its tie, he loves my hair down, it makes it easier for him to tug on it.
“Oh Dani, I'm so happy you love your birthday gift. Twenty-five, getting old,” he says against my lips; I feel his cheeky smile as he teases me. For his comment about my age, I bite into his bottom lip and feel his length jerk at the sensual nip. “Mmm, Dani, baby, you know you shouldn't do things like that. It gets you into trouble.” He purrs against me, his mouth moving down to the soft tender skin of my neck. A moan slips past my lips as his tongue swirls around my pulse point, then lower. Nipping and biting my collarbone, his hand tugs my hair. Pulling my head back pushes my perky breasts out to him. Rotating my hips, so I get some relief from the ache building between my thighs, elicits a needy moan from him.
“Dani,” he breathes. Pulling my pyjama tank top down to reveal my breasts, he circles his tongue around one nipple, making it harden and pucker, teasing me. The sensation raises goose bumps all over my body.
Lifting me easily from his lap and sitting me on the sofa next to him, he pushes me onto my back, I wince a little at the cold leather but it soon warms. Pulling down my PJ shorts, he settles himself between my thighs, as he pushes my legs wider, exposing me to him. With a bruising grip, he devours me; licking, sucking and plunging his tongue into me until I'm cuming for him. I’m a panting mess when his face appears in front of me.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he smirks.
“Well, as far as presents go, I think that one just beat the necklace,” I rasp out as I try to catch my breath and calm my hormones down.
“Then wait till you get this one.” He frees himself from his work trousers and grasps his throbbing length. Pumping up and down, my mouth waters as my pussy pulses.
Leaning over me, he slips the head in. Inch by inch, he slowly pushes his way into my slick channel. Just as slowly he pulls back out, teasing me.
“I'm not going to fuck you tonight Dani, I'm going to worship you. Savour you. Make love to you.” I feel each slow, deep, hard thrust and it's perfect. Building up for the crescendo.
What girl wouldn't want to be cherished on their birthday? And considering it's Halloween and a party tomorrow, we better get the love-making over with before the crazy drunken sex.
I was so right about getting the love making out the way, because as I down the fourth tequila of the night, the room sways slightly. Perhaps it's me that's swaying? No way, it's definitely the room. Why would I be swaying?
“Baby, you having fun?” the skeleton says to me, oh right yeah it's Chad! I look down at myself. Clad in a sexy witch outfit, knee-high black wedges, black fishnet tights, thigh-length tight black dress, my hair falling in fiery waves over one shoulder and a witches hat perched on top. I look the absolute shit! Well my cleavage does because that's what I'm looking at now, my head feels too heavy to pick it back up. Did someone fill it with sand when I wasn't looking?
Chad's finger slides under my chin tilting my head back up, I'm met with his slight fuzzy eyes…weird they didn't look fuzzy earlier, and why are there four of them? I shake my head a little. Oh, no, he has only two. Phew, I thought he was some kind of alien then! Come to take me for probing, not that I'd complain. I let out a giggle at my own internal joke. I feel like I'm just grinning like crazy at him.
That's confirmed when he smiles and shakes his head at me. "Dani, baby, you are totally and utterly smashed!"
I try to fold my arms over my chest in a huff to tell him I most certainly am not smashed. All I end up doing is stumbling into the bar, my arm shoots out to steady myself, but I smash over three pints the bartender just put on the bar.
"Whoops."
"Yeh, whoops indeed, witch." I stare open-mouthed at the big ass gorilla talking to me! Like fur and everything! My hand moves on it's own and I start stroking his arm. “And I shall name you fluffy,” I mumble out. I get a couple more strokes in before Chad grabs hold of me. Pulling me away from the angry gorilla as he shakes his head at me, I start to giggle uncontrollably.