Once my beer was gone, I set the bottle down, tossing Ash a look. I was going in. Into the fray, and I had my target. A nameless Stanton guy, someone whose name I didn’t know—didn’t want to know. Someone who I’d never have to see again, someone I could forget after tonight.
That wasn’t too much to hope for, was it?
I left Ash as I pushed my way through the dancing crowd. Ash would be fine. She was the level-headed one out of the two of us, and right now she knew enough to stand back and let me have my pick of the dick around here. Mr. Vampire in a Cape, you’ll do. You’ll do just fine.
The girl he was dancing with, grinding against, however? She would not do. Had to get that chick out of the picture.
She was pretty enough, I guess. Thin, with an ass even I was jealous of. Her hair was brown, and as I got closer, I noticed her nails matched her camo uniform. It wasn’t a real uniform, because no one in the army would be caught dead in that, but it was Halloween. We let silly things like reality slide.
Their fronts were pressed together, and if they didn’t have clothes on, they’d be having sex right here and now. Getting them apart was going to take some work, but the moment I saw the guy’s face, I knew it had to be him. He looked like was drunk already, and his eyes—such a sad, beautiful hue—reminded me of Levi’s eyes, even though this guy’s were green.
He was hot. A hot, mindless guy. Perfect for me, really.
I tapped the girl’s shoulder, causing her head to whip in my direction. She radiated bitch, so I knew I had to tread carefully. “Mind if I cut in?” I asked, about to cut in whether she wanted me to or not. If I had to beat a bitch away from my vampire man-candy, I would.
“We’re a little busy here,” she said, turning her face away from me.
I turned to the guy, whose eyes had moved to me. He looked like he was completely out of it, which was probably the only reason why I had the confidence to say, “Why don’t you ditch the bitch and let a real woman show you a good time?”
It was not hard to pull the vampire dude away from the army chick after that, even though the army chick put up a fight.
To her, I said, “Look, there’s a bunch of other horny guys here who’d love to give you a go. I came here looking to fuck a vampire. Give a girl a pass, okay?”
The girl glanced between me and the vampire dude, and it was as the vampire dude set his hands on me and pulled me closer to him, grinding his already-present erection against my ass that she finally rolled her heavily-mascaraed eyes and groaned. Within a moment though, that groan turned into a smile. A slow, steady smile that made something in my gut clench. I didn’t like that smile, but there was nothing I could do about it as she pushed out of the crowd and left.
The guy I grinded on was strong. He had muscles for days, and it was the exact kind of body I wanted to get lost in. Muscles that weren’t Levi’s, eyes that weren’t that soul-crushingly blue. A different man, a different dick.
I lost myself in the rhythm for a while. It wasn’t my kind of music, but it was a good beat, which made it easier to grind myself against his hard dick with each dip of my body. The guy behind me was raring to go, I knew, but I wanted to savor this. This would be my hookup for the night; I wasn’t going to go for a homerun with every dude here. No, this cape-wearing fanger was it.
Although, I realized as I turned around and stared up at his face, he wasn’t wearing fangs.
Oh, well. You couldn’t win them all, could you?
Time was a blur, but eventually I ran my hands along his shoulders, touching the muscles underneath the cape, under his clothes. God, this guy was like a Greek God, only real. His face was chiseled in all the right places. He was, undoubtedly, one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen.
He still wasn’t Levi, but this night wasn’t about him. This night was about me.
About me getting some dick.
“Why don’t we take this upstairs?” I suggested, practically having to shout over the music. Once the guy nodded, I grabbed his hand and led us out of the crowd, up the stairwell. We passed a few couples making out on our way up.
I should be feeling antsy, giddy. I felt his dick through his pants, so I knew he was packing. This was going to be great, a super fun time…or at least that’s what I should be thinking. It’s what I should believe, as I dragged the nameless vampire to each bedroom I could find, finding that they were all already occupied with other people getting down.
It wasn’t what I felt, though. It wasn’t what I thought. All this time, my mind kept flashing red and telling me not to do this. Levi’s face kept popping up, and I—fuck—I just wanted to forget about that blue-eyed man for one night. One weekend. Was that too much to ask?
I hated him.
