it at him, hard. It hit him smack right
between his eyes. Who knew I could aim so well?
"Damn it!" He stumbled backward and rubbed at his
forehead. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Defending myself." I took a step back, preparing to
kick him right between the legs. "Don't come any closer. I will
kick your junk into your throat."
He stopped moving closer, but continued to rub at his
head with his fingers, eyeing me. He smirked. "Good shot. A little
advice though, don't tell your attacker what you plan on doing to
him. It ruins the surprise."
"I'll remember that, thanks," I said, my body quaking
with adrenaline. As if high, my head swam, my muscles flexed all on
their own. I hated to admit it, but I sort of liked the sensation.
Made me feel powerful. Like I could kick someone's ass, no
problem.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Salem. So can you please
not throw any more bathroom items at me?"
"I'll think about it."
He smiled then, and this time it was full of warmth.
He had a nice smile, with straight white teeth. There was a little
gap between his top fronts. I found it endearing. Cute even. But it
didn't make me fear him any less. There was definitely something
menacing about Trevor. It was in the way he moved, fluid, predator
like, and by the way he looked at me—as if he had dark intentions.
That made my belly clench tight.
"Are you going to listen now?"
"Do I have a choice?" I noticed he'd taken up a spot
between me and the door.
"No. Not if you want to survive."
"You see, when you say stuff like that, it makes me
want to freak out again."
"You're right." He sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just I've
never had to tell someone this before."
"What exactly?"
"Thane and the rest of the band, well, they
aren't...,"
"Aren't what?"
"Human."
My head throbbed and I was having a difficult time
taking in air. I grasped the edge of the counter for balance and
worked on breathing. One breath in. One breath out. In. Out. In.
Out.
"You're not going to pass out or anything, are you?"
I shook my head. But I couldn't be too sure. I was
light-headed, and sweat was rolling down my neck to soak the back
of my Goth Smurfette t-shirt.
"Okay, I'll play. So if not human, what then?
Vampires?"
He shook his head.
"Werewolves? Witches?" I thought about all the
supernatural creatures that Hollywood had made movies about. Maybe
this was a new reality TV show and I was the star. Watch as we
make this gullible teenager believe there are supernatural
creatures stalking the night . Catch the season opener
tonight on Fox .
"They're incubi."
That threw me for a loop. That wasn't even on my
list. "Incubi? I'm not sure I even know what that means."
"An incubus is a demon that feeds on the sexual
energy of women. Usually at night in their dreams, but these guys
have found a way to do that through their music."
And now he wasn't so much as scary, as he was crazy.
Great, I got stuck in a bathroom with a psycho. Go me. "So, like,
they're Satan worshippers and they are trying to convert people
through the lyrics in their music?"
He glared at me then, his eyebrow arched. "Don't be
stupid."
"Right, because that's really what I have to worry
about right now, my stupidity, while I'm locked in a bathroom with
a loony toon who keeps stalking me."
The banging on the door startled me and I jumped a
few inches in the air. "Salem. Are you in there?" It was Chloe. My
heroine, coming to rescue me. She banged on the door again.
Straightening, I took a hesitant step toward the
door, hoping he would let me go since we now had a witness. He
didn't move as I carefully crept around him.
"I'm going now, okay? Please don't follow me
again."
"Because of your encounter with Thane, you're
changing."
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Oh God, I'd
slept with Thane. I had sex and couldn't remember it. "I don't know
what you're talking about."
"Sure you do." And just like that his eyes turned to
ink. He blinked at me and smiled.
And I nearly peed my pants.
"You're
between his eyes. Who knew I could aim so well?
"Damn it!" He stumbled backward and rubbed at his
forehead. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Defending myself." I took a step back, preparing to
kick him right between the legs. "Don't come any closer. I will
kick your junk into your throat."
He stopped moving closer, but continued to rub at his
head with his fingers, eyeing me. He smirked. "Good shot. A little
advice though, don't tell your attacker what you plan on doing to
him. It ruins the surprise."
"I'll remember that, thanks," I said, my body quaking
with adrenaline. As if high, my head swam, my muscles flexed all on
their own. I hated to admit it, but I sort of liked the sensation.
Made me feel powerful. Like I could kick someone's ass, no
problem.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Salem. So can you please
not throw any more bathroom items at me?"
"I'll think about it."
He smiled then, and this time it was full of warmth.
He had a nice smile, with straight white teeth. There was a little
gap between his top fronts. I found it endearing. Cute even. But it
didn't make me fear him any less. There was definitely something
menacing about Trevor. It was in the way he moved, fluid, predator
like, and by the way he looked at me—as if he had dark intentions.
That made my belly clench tight.
"Are you going to listen now?"
"Do I have a choice?" I noticed he'd taken up a spot
between me and the door.
"No. Not if you want to survive."
"You see, when you say stuff like that, it makes me
want to freak out again."
"You're right." He sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just I've
never had to tell someone this before."
"What exactly?"
"Thane and the rest of the band, well, they
aren't...,"
"Aren't what?"
"Human."
My head throbbed and I was having a difficult time
taking in air. I grasped the edge of the counter for balance and
worked on breathing. One breath in. One breath out. In. Out. In.
Out.
"You're not going to pass out or anything, are you?"
I shook my head. But I couldn't be too sure. I was
light-headed, and sweat was rolling down my neck to soak the back
of my Goth Smurfette t-shirt.
"Okay, I'll play. So if not human, what then?
Vampires?"
He shook his head.
"Werewolves? Witches?" I thought about all the
supernatural creatures that Hollywood had made movies about. Maybe
this was a new reality TV show and I was the star. Watch as we
make this gullible teenager believe there are supernatural
creatures stalking the night . Catch the season opener
tonight on Fox .
"They're incubi."
That threw me for a loop. That wasn't even on my
list. "Incubi? I'm not sure I even know what that means."
"An incubus is a demon that feeds on the sexual
energy of women. Usually at night in their dreams, but these guys
have found a way to do that through their music."
And now he wasn't so much as scary, as he was crazy.
Great, I got stuck in a bathroom with a psycho. Go me. "So, like,
they're Satan worshippers and they are trying to convert people
through the lyrics in their music?"
He glared at me then, his eyebrow arched. "Don't be
stupid."
"Right, because that's really what I have to worry
about right now, my stupidity, while I'm locked in a bathroom with
a loony toon who keeps stalking me."
The banging on the door startled me and I jumped a
few inches in the air. "Salem. Are you in there?" It was Chloe. My
heroine, coming to rescue me. She banged on the door again.
Straightening, I took a hesitant step toward the
door, hoping he would let me go since we now had a witness. He
didn't move as I carefully crept around him.
"I'm going now, okay? Please don't follow me
again."
"Because of your encounter with Thane, you're
changing."
I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Oh God, I'd
slept with Thane. I had sex and couldn't remember it. "I don't know
what you're talking about."
"Sure you do." And just like that his eyes turned to
ink. He blinked at me and smiled.
And I nearly peed my pants.
"You're
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