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Authors: Amira Rain
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ghosts, Psychics, Demons & Devils, Angels, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
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“Shouldn’t we go to my place?” Her bleary brain was fantasizing a mid-day romantic rendezvous. She didn’t want to have sex with Wilson if his friend was listening in the next room.
Wilson glared at her from the driver’s side. “If we go to your place, your little mammal friend might show up,” he said. “Wasn’t he there last night?”
At this point, Sarah was too woozy to answer. She felt herself drifting into some semi-conscious state where she was knew that she was in Wilson’s car and that Wilson was with her, but was unable to respond.
Wilson hissed. “His stink is all over you!” He rolled down the windows of the car to let the fresh air in. “It’s disgusting what I have to put up with sometimes just to get a decent meal.”
The car sped on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Half an hour earlier, Douglas was leaving the university library when he spied Sarah and Wilson sitting together in the cafe.
“Oh good,” he thought at first. “She’s breaking up with him.” He typically was not a voyeur, but he was unable to stop himself. His future happiness depended on this success of this break-up.
He gasped in disbelief as he saw Sarah lean forward to kiss Wilson. His heart dropped as she embraced him again and again.
He felt betrayed. “She wasn’t really into me, after all,” he told himself. “She only had sex with me because she felt sorry for me.”
He was about to walk away dejectedly, when he noticed Wilson push Sarah back into her chair. Sarah laughed raucously. He grew concerned when he saw Sarah get up out of her chair and almost fall to the floor.
Sarah was not a big drinker, and she certainly was not drunk.
“He’s put some sort of spell on her!” Douglas exclaimed to himself. He felt sick. “That can only mean that he is going to feed on her now.”
He took a step forward, ready to confront Wilson right there in the café, but succumbed to his better judgment. He knew that, provoked, he would most likely shift to his were-bear form. He could not risk shifting in the university café, not while it was filled with at least fifty students. He had sworn as a young cub that he would protect the secret existence of shifters everywhere. Additionally, he was concerned about the safety of his fellow students if there was an all-out supernatural brawl taking place in the cafe.
He followed Sarah and Wilson at a careful distance. He became frantic when Wilson guided Sarah outside to the yellow car parked illegally on the curb. “Damn!” he cursed silently. He crept out through another doorway and hailed a cab.
“Follow that yellow car,” he instructed the driver. “I don’t care how fast you have to go.”
When the driver hesitated, he shouted, “I’ll pay you $100 over whatever the fare is!”
The driver shouted an affirmation in a foreign language and quickly moved into action. The cab was not very fast. It was actually pretty beat up and rattled every time the driver pressed his foot on the gas pedal. Douglas was relieved that two points were in his favor. First, there was a popular art festival taking place in the city that day, and the street were packed. Wilson was having a hard time weaving through the traffic. At this rate, it would take him an hour to go ten blocks. Secondly, Wilson’s car was such a ridiculous bright yellow, that Douglas could find it even a half mile away.
Wilson slowly and carefully drove the Ferrari through the crawling traffic, and eventually made his way to the old part of the city. The activity on the streets lessened, and Douglas instructed the cab driver to follow at a further distance. Wilson pulled his car to the curb on a quiet street in front of the large condo building where Sarah had visited him the previous day. Douglas instructed the driver to stop a block or so before they reached the building. He stood on the sidewalk and
Wilson glared at her from the driver’s side. “If we go to your place, your little mammal friend might show up,” he said. “Wasn’t he there last night?”
At this point, Sarah was too woozy to answer. She felt herself drifting into some semi-conscious state where she was knew that she was in Wilson’s car and that Wilson was with her, but was unable to respond.
Wilson hissed. “His stink is all over you!” He rolled down the windows of the car to let the fresh air in. “It’s disgusting what I have to put up with sometimes just to get a decent meal.”
The car sped on.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Half an hour earlier, Douglas was leaving the university library when he spied Sarah and Wilson sitting together in the cafe.
“Oh good,” he thought at first. “She’s breaking up with him.” He typically was not a voyeur, but he was unable to stop himself. His future happiness depended on this success of this break-up.
He gasped in disbelief as he saw Sarah lean forward to kiss Wilson. His heart dropped as she embraced him again and again.
He felt betrayed. “She wasn’t really into me, after all,” he told himself. “She only had sex with me because she felt sorry for me.”
He was about to walk away dejectedly, when he noticed Wilson push Sarah back into her chair. Sarah laughed raucously. He grew concerned when he saw Sarah get up out of her chair and almost fall to the floor.
Sarah was not a big drinker, and she certainly was not drunk.
“He’s put some sort of spell on her!” Douglas exclaimed to himself. He felt sick. “That can only mean that he is going to feed on her now.”
He took a step forward, ready to confront Wilson right there in the café, but succumbed to his better judgment. He knew that, provoked, he would most likely shift to his were-bear form. He could not risk shifting in the university café, not while it was filled with at least fifty students. He had sworn as a young cub that he would protect the secret existence of shifters everywhere. Additionally, he was concerned about the safety of his fellow students if there was an all-out supernatural brawl taking place in the cafe.
He followed Sarah and Wilson at a careful distance. He became frantic when Wilson guided Sarah outside to the yellow car parked illegally on the curb. “Damn!” he cursed silently. He crept out through another doorway and hailed a cab.
“Follow that yellow car,” he instructed the driver. “I don’t care how fast you have to go.”
When the driver hesitated, he shouted, “I’ll pay you $100 over whatever the fare is!”
The driver shouted an affirmation in a foreign language and quickly moved into action. The cab was not very fast. It was actually pretty beat up and rattled every time the driver pressed his foot on the gas pedal. Douglas was relieved that two points were in his favor. First, there was a popular art festival taking place in the city that day, and the street were packed. Wilson was having a hard time weaving through the traffic. At this rate, it would take him an hour to go ten blocks. Secondly, Wilson’s car was such a ridiculous bright yellow, that Douglas could find it even a half mile away.
Wilson slowly and carefully drove the Ferrari through the crawling traffic, and eventually made his way to the old part of the city. The activity on the streets lessened, and Douglas instructed the cab driver to follow at a further distance. Wilson pulled his car to the curb on a quiet street in front of the large condo building where Sarah had visited him the previous day. Douglas instructed the driver to stop a block or so before they reached the building. He stood on the sidewalk and
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